Night is not a suitable time for combat.
Xieyue can't see the sun, and neither can the moon. The dim cold light is sprinkled on the undulating desert. The side facing the light source can still vaguely see the outline, and the side facing away can't see the five fingers.
Therefore, whether it is offensive or defensive, torches are essential things.
When scattered firelight appeared in the direction of the oasis, Danny carefully wiped a clip clean, then inserted it into the loading port and pulled the bolt to load it.
"The enemy is coming, pay attention."
"I can see it."
He first imitated the prompting sound of malt, and then replied to himself.
In doing so, it's as if Malt is still at his side, acting as a protector, continuing to fight alongside him—though he's no longer part of the Precision Shooting team.
Danny has returned to the Musket Camp since his confinement, but Brian quickly finds him and brings him a brand new musket.
It's the one he's holding now.
Even though it looked like a bolt-action gun used by the Precision Shooting Team, Danny knew it was something special once he got hold of it.
It seems that it is also a long sword with a similar shape. Some are just hand-picked by a blacksmith, and some are swords that can blow hair and break hair.
The metal part of the gun body exudes a unique light, and the surface is as smooth as a girl's skin; any interface is as smooth as a knife and axe, it feels as if it is natural, and there is no stinging feeling.
What surprised Danny the most was that an additional pair of monocular observation mirrors could be installed on the top of the mirror. The mirror was engraved with two straight intersecting thin lines, and the center of the thin lines was where the bullets landed.
He didn't know how this was achieved, but through the observation glass, the originally blurred and small long-distance target became much clearer in an instant, which in a sense was equivalent to extending the range of the gun. And the subsequent test shooting training also proved his feelings - the shooting accuracy of this new musket is much higher than that of ordinary bolt-action guns. Under no wind or breeze conditions, he hit a human-shaped target within 500 meters. The grasp of the head is as high as 90%.
After learning that this weapon was specially made for him by His Majesty, Danny was so moved that he almost burst into tears on the spot. Although he made a disciplinary error, His Majesty still did not give up on him, and gave him the right to freely choose his firing position in the position, a treatment that had no other intention than to pay with his life.
It's just that when Brian asked if he had a protector he wanted to choose, Danny refused without hesitation.
He already has his own protector.
this gun.
and malt.
More and more firelight appeared in the field of vision, like the stars reflected in the sand sea - this was as expected by the commander. Before each battle, the superiors will explain the combat intentions and combat objectives to each team in detail, so that they know how far the next battle will be before it is over.
For example, the bonfires lit in the artillery positions and the speed of firing once every half a quarter of an hour are all to induce the enemy to launch a counterattack, thereby weakening the fighters of the Watch Dogs clan as much as possible and preparing for the general attack after dawn. The brightly lit positions can make the enemy notice the strangeness, and the control of the firing frequency is to avoid the rapid and violent bombardment that directly disperses the enemy.
Of course, Danny knew that the Artillery Battalion couldn't do the latter.
They look at people through their nostrils all day, but they don't know how much resources they occupy. The weapons and ammunition carried by the musket battalion can be carried by the soldier alone, but the artillery battalion? They wouldn't even be able to get food into the desert without the help of the witch named Hummingbird.
Of the more than a dozen carriages, the weight of the artillery shells and machine gun shells took up more than half of them. It was a huge wooden box, and only two howitzers could be placed in it. If you follow the way of artillery drills, don't do it for half an hour, and the two fortress cannons can clear the ammunition they carry, then what? Can only stare on the side.
Although Danny admitted that the exercise showed unparalleled power, he always felt that every shot was a golden dragon, and the group of people regarded this power as their own strength, which was simply unbelievable. Without the support of His Majesty's wealthy treasury, they could only eat dirt in front of the Musket Battalion!
Therefore, being afraid of dispersing the enemy is just a nice thing to say, but in the final analysis, I don't want to keep some stocks in case of accidents. After all, it will probably take a week or two after the new recruits get through the Oasis supply line and deliver new ammunition.
When the blazing flames at the forefront entered the ambush circle of the First Army, Danny brought the cross-view mirror close to him.
"Wind direction... northerly, stronger. Target, about 700 meters."
"thanks."
"You're welcome."
He murmured alone, his finger on the trigger.
Considering that the caliber of fighting at night will be greatly reduced, this time he did not leave the position too far, and chose to shoot head-on - so that even if the enemy is riding fast on the horse, the movement range in the field of vision will not be too large.
The sand people are not bad barbarians who are good at fighting right away. At first, they were scattered firelights. When they charged, they had become a neat front line. The sound of the hooves was uniform, like the beat of a drum that was gradually accelerating. At the same time, they dropped the torches in their hands and drew out their dull sabers. Within this distance, the intermittently roaring artillery positions were the most eye-catching guidance targets.
The backlit sand dunes on both sides suddenly flickered with continuous light spots.
chug chug ---
The crisp sound of machine guns was mixed into the drumbeat of the charge, announcing the official start of the ambush battle. Without the field gun, the heavy machine gun became the weapon with the longest range. The bullets swept toward the charge line like flowing water, and the desert suddenly boiled. Unpredictable screams, curses, and shouts of killing broke out in the crowd, and the shadows under the night seemed to be a little faster.
And Danny ignored it.
He only looked at the enemy who was charging in the first place.
"Five hundred meters, I caught you."
Finding the target on a moonless night is not an easy task, he can only faintly distinguish the figure of the enemy charging, but this is also not a shooting act, and it is not a score to hit the head. Whether it's a horse or a rider, a shot in any part can kill them.
Danny pulled the trigger, the gun body trembled slightly, and there was a burning smell of gunpowder from his nose.
There was no bullet point in sight, and no flying blood flowers. The enemy just shuddered and fell from the horse.
This is his hunting ground, Danny thought, and this is where he should be.
"See, Malt?"
"Don't be distracted, the next target is coming."
"Ah, leave it to me."