Seventh Chapter Fourty: The New Aosha Clan

The dim night created considerable obstacles for both sides of the battle.

It proved that once the landing point and shooting effect of bullets could not be observed, the accuracy of the jiqiang squad would be greatly reduced. Although the number of jiqiang投入in the ambush this time was not as many as in the Cold Wind Ridge blocking battle, it was not enough to completely stop the cavalry charge. When the enemy discarded the torches, there were always dozens of people in a front line who could break through the crossfire, howling and pounced on the artillery position, and then became Danny's target.

Similarly, the enemies could not tell where the real threat was. They could not see their companions who were被打得支离破碎by the fire, nor did they understand what kind of weapons were set up in the sand dunes on both sides. By the time they realized that there were fewer and fewer people around them, it was too late.

Without the guidance of torches, the cavalry forming a new front line behind them did not know what happened to the companions rushing in front. Their vision could only see the roaring artillery not far away and the flashing light spots on both sides - no matter how you think about it, the thunderous artillery fire was more threatening than the sand dunes on both sides where even the figures could not be seen.

It was under this obstacle that the Watchdogs did not collapse at the first touch, but successively formed multiple charging lines, rushing towards the阵地like sea waves.

In the eyes of these battle-hardened clans, the continuous blade冲锋was the best way to disintegrate the enemy's fighting will - speed represented power. In the face of the tidal offensive, slaves and mercenaries could not resist for long. No matter how solid the front line seemed, once the cavalry rushed in, it would soon turn into a 滩散沙.

This created an excellent hunting opportunity for Danny.

Soon, he took down his twentieth prey.

However, at the same time, he also noticed a strange phenomenon - several times when aiming at the enemy rushing in the front, a bullet would take away the locked target earlier than him.

It was as if someone was competing with him.

If it was just like this, it would be fine.

What made Danny feel so excited was that the shooter hidden in the night was definitely a top hunter.

Because the direction in which the enemy fell each time was on the same side.

If he chose to meet head-on like him,打半身, the target would lean back, and打马匹, it would flip forward - he couldn't explain the specific principle, but nine times out of ten it was like this.

The target leaning to the side could only mean that the hunter's position was on the sand dune on one side. And each time the point of impact was on the torso, not the mount.

What did this mean?

The other party could not only capture fast-moving riders in the dim night, but also judge the location where the target would arrive before firing, plus the unpredictable寒风in the desert, this move could almost be called miraculous.

Are there such masters in the army?

Are they from the precision shooting team, or soldiers from the musket camp who, like him, were selected by His Majesty and given new bolt-action rifles?

Danny suppressed his excitement and quickened the movements in his hands.

He didn't want to lose to the other party.

Especially in front of Mai Ya.

"There's one left on the right, two hundred and fifty meters away from the defense line."

"He's mine."

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By the second half of the night, the thunder gradually subsided, but Tūlāmǔ still did not hear the cheers of the returning warriors.

Although they were caught off guard, judging from the number of torches, the Watchdogs had gathered nearly two thousand people. Regardless of victory or defeat, there should be some news, right? But after the thunder subsided, the night could no longer hear a trace of movement, like the big mouth of a deep-sea behemoth, swallowing all these two thousand people, without even spitting out a bone.

The flames in the oasis also gradually subsided, and all the clansmen who came to the rescue were sent to put out the fire - Tie Axe still let him do this.

Tūlāmǔ didn't know whether to be happy or sad at the moment.

The Watchdogs' oppression of his clansmen had never stopped for a day. He dreamed that one day they would have bad luck, such as angering the大氏族in the city, or being killed by an emerging challenger. In short, the other party's misfortune was the most pleasing thing for him.

But the newly emerged challenger was Tie Axe.

And he also intended to drag himself into this storm for the leadership of the clan.

Perhaps he should advise him to occupy the染血之地first, and then carefully consider the next action? The golden-eyed goddess behind him was indeed very powerful, but... the goddess of the狂焰氏族was not easy to mess with either. Especially as the first clan, they could also actively choose the way of duel. In a one-on-one bare-handed situation, Tūlāmǔ was not optimistic about the goddess brought by Tie Axe.

Although the holy duel was known as the fairest way to compete, it was actually a contest of power behind the clan. Not only could they trip each other before the duel, but they might not be able to avoid the other party's tricks after the end of the match. The Aosha clan's miserable exile was proof that having a few warriors who could fight was not enough to guarantee the final victory.

But what puzzled him the most was why the King of Graycastle was suddenly interested in this desert land?

In the eyes of the northerners, this place had always been synonymous with barrenness and backwardness. They did not allow 沙民to enter the kingdom's territory, nor were they willing to intervene in the disputes between clans. The only people who came and went between the two places were merchants, and the goods were slaves.

In addition, what did Tie Axe's words of bringing "order and oasis" mean? Legend has it that only the messengers of the Three Gods could make the desert grow into an oasis and stop the storm from raging. Or rather, the extreme south was originally a lush land, full of fragrant grass and trees and gurgling water, until the messenger died, which turned the earth into its current appearance. When the Three Gods send new messengers, the extreme south will return to its original state again. But apart from that ethereal rumor, no one has ever been able to achieve this, otherwise the 沙民would not be fighting endlessly for water and food.

In anxious waiting, a white light finally appeared on the horizon.

Then Tūlāmǔ vaguely heard a strange horn sound. It was not as thick and dull as a bullhorn, but slightly sharp, like repeating "di di da di di" constantly...

Before long, a strange team appeared on the edge of the oasis.

They lined up in a row and approached the染血之地in an unstoppable posture, and then broke out into a fierce battle with the remaining Watchdogs - perhaps not as intense as he had expected. A group of clan warriors rushed forward with佩刀, and then fell to the ground one after another after a burst of crackling explosions. The rest scattered in all directions, no longer caring about the groaning companions on the ground. After entering the oasis, they quickly controlled several哨塔 and surrounded the tavern.

When the woman with blue-gray hair and brown skin walked into the room, Tūlāmǔ knew that he had no choice. Although it had been seven years since they parted, he could still see some of her mother's appearance from the other person's face.

He knelt down and bowed to Zhuoer Yin Yue, his forehead touching the cold floor, and said in a hoarse voice, "I swear to the Three Gods that I and my clansmen are willing to serve you. From today onwards, you are the clan leader of the new Aosha clan."