According to Sylvie's intelligence, the devil's reconnaissance team is usually composed of two mad demons and three terrifying beasts, and will fly back and forth over the surveillance area at a certain frequency. There are overlapping parts between the teams, and their posture is quite Some are like the "Wall of Eagles" in later generations.
Due to the superiority of air units in vision, as long as the army enters the reconnaissance area, it will definitely be discovered. And what Roland intends to do is to open up a no-fly zone in the sky, a blind spot in the field of vision.
What is currently certain is that the scout madman has neither a radar system nor an instantaneous call technology. As long as they are not allowed to blow their horns, the disappearance of a squad will not cause any attention. Equipped with a terrifying beast specially designed to carry red fog cans, it can enhance the patrol ability of the team, but it will also make the information feedback time longer.
Even so, it is not easy for the devil who does not know the exact location of the loss to immediately locate the attacker's location, not to mention that the first army can march when the reconnaissance team does not act at night. As long as the blind spots are created in a reasonable order, they can buy time for their own side, which is also equivalent to weakening the opponent's mobility in disguise.
Roland didn't expect to completely stop the opponent, but even if it was delayed for two or three days, it would be of great help to the army - after all, the sooner he arrived at the bombardment site, the better his chances of winning.
The anti-terrorist sniper rifle is the product of his high hopes.
In fact, it is quite reluctant to say that it is a gun. In order to ensure long-distance lethality and ballistic stability, its caliber is set at 20 mm, which is the dividing point between guns and cannons.
As for why it wasn't made bigger, it was because Andrea's ability had a distinct feature—it had to be held in hand to activate it. This has been tested during artillery training. Even if she is commanded personally, once she releases the gun barrel, no matter how the soldiers adjust, they will not be able to shoot statically against motion.
And forced to fire against the recoil of the artillery
It's strange that Tilly doesn't fry her hair.
It's just that the name of the sniper gun is too awkward, so Roland decided to name it a gun.
The new weapon itself has no high-tech technology at all. Its structure is much simpler than that of the Mark 1 heavy machine gun. The gas-guided recoil, semi-automatic shooting, and magazine feeding... The only extra component is the muzzle brake. It is used to reduce its recoil, and it has also been applied to the main guns of shallow water heavy gunships.
It only took two days to make it.
One and a half days were spent on screening material and post-processing.
The alloy made by Lucia, the cutting and shaping of Anna, the curing of candlelight, and the magic of Doris... Several witches have joined forces to create this weapon. In terms of quality, this weapon is definitely a legendary creation. Not to mention its material and processing accuracy, as long as the curing effect exists, the sniper barrel will not be deformed under high temperature gas and huge pressure, which is also a key factor to ensure continuous accurate shooting.
"Is this a sniper rifle?" Andrea looked at it for a while, and soon found something wrong, "Where is its scope?"
"No." Roland spread his hands.
"No?" She was stunned. "I can't hit an invisible target."
"And ordinary scopes can't play its role, so you need three other people to assist you," Roland said, looking at Sylvie, Speer, and Camilla who were on the side.
"What do you mean... Let Ms. Camilla connect me to Sylvie, and then the Count is responsible for replenishing the magic power?" Andrea finally understood what Maisie meant by "they are waiting for you".
"Although I don't want to leave the Falling Dragon Ridge at all... Ah, Ah Hee... But for His Majesty's sincere invitation to me, I can only reluctantly agree." Earl Spell pretended to be helpless, " It's just that next time I hope I can tell you in advance, instead of letting Miss Maisie fly me around again - I'm older, and my body is not as good as before, and I haven't gotten better after being blown by the wind."
Roland rolled his eyes silently. He clearly drank Lily's purified water, and asked him for a support place for the next batch of city hall students, but he said it as if it were a free service. After all, he has been a frequent visitor to the political arena for many years, and it has become a habit to sell miserably.
Camilla's reaction was much simpler, "His Royal Highness Tilly wants me to do my best."
"But I'm not sure whether my ability can still take effect under the observation of the magic eye." Since the range of throwing stones and bows and arrows is far less than the visual range, Andrea has never considered similar issues before.
"That's why it is necessary to give it a try," Roland gestured, "Then... let's start."
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Carter Lannes wandered nervously outside the bedroom door.
Rarely had he been so anxious in his life.
After thinking about it, except for the moment when His Majesty Roland approached the witch Anna unprepared, the second is today.
His wife May is about to give birth.
As she said, "She's on a par with His Majesty the King," Carter thought sarcastically. Come up with some courage and see what you have become, isn't it just having a baby? Nana and Miss Lily are both there, and the hospital has sent several female nurses. What could go wrong? Even if the birth is difficult, according to His Majesty's words, the child can be taken out directly by opening the stomach, and the lives of two people can be saved at the same time.
But this idea just came up for a while, and soon it was shaken again... Can people really open their stomachs to give birth? This is too scary, no no no, let's hope it's normal.
Damn, how dare you doubt His Majesty Roland's knowledge!
But... I've never heard of anyone coming out like this
The two voices were fighting so hard in the head of the chief knight that his head almost froze.
"Don't worry, my lord," Irene comforted. "Sister May will definitely survive, because... she is the strongest person I have ever met."
Other members of the Star Flower Troupe who came to visit also nodded their heads.
"Thank you," Carter said, but his worries did not diminish in the slightest. Under all kinds of entanglements, he felt a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
Suddenly, there was a storm of cheers outside the window.
He walked to the window, only to see a team wearing new military uniforms slowly walking down the long street and heading towards the border city wall under the farewell of countless people. The brown and green fabrics were obviously messy, but these soldiers gave birth to a rock-solid sense of composure, and the entire army was like a flowing earth.
"Is today the day of the expedition?" Carter couldn't help asking.
"Well, my husband is also inside," Irene smiled a little reluctantly, but full of pride, "He has been looking forward to this battle of revenge for a long time."
"Vengeance?" he asked subconsciously.
"Yes! That's what he told me to console those who died at the hands of the devil."
The former star knights will now fight for those ordinary people; the ideal kingdom mentioned by His Majesty in the past is now becoming a reality little by little. And he was supposed to be one of them, and even the first person to charge for His Majesty. I don't know when, he was getting farther and farther away from these.
For a moment, annoyance replaced the quarrel in his head, causing him to wander for a while.
Until a childish cry came from the bedroom door.
In an instant, all thoughts turned blank.
The body's response was faster than the brain's. When he came back to his senses, he had already pushed open the door and rushed to the bed.
A wrinkled baby was crying beside May's pillow, while the nurses were methodically working on the aftermath.
"Congratulations, my lord, it's a very healthy boy." Someone laughed.
"Yes... Is it?" Carter moved to the head of the bed step by step, knelt down on one knee, and looked at May, who was sweating profusely under the candlelight.
The long-lasting cheers mixed with the cries of children, like an ensemble celebrating the new birth.
May opened her mouth and seemed to be saying something, but her weakness made her almost speechless.
But Carter still understood what she wanted to say.
At that moment, a warm current rushed to his eyes.
"Now, you're a father," she said.