Seventhundred and Forty-seventh Chapter Sniper

Night is not a suitable time for combat.

Xie Yue cannot see the sun, nor can he see the moon. Dim cold light is scattered on the undulating desert, and the side facing the light source can still vaguely see the outline, while the side facing away is completely dark.

Therefore, whether for offense or defense, torches are essential.

When scattered lights appeared in the direction of the oasis, Danny carefully wiped a dànjia clean, then inserted it into the loading port and pulled the bolt.

"The enemy is coming, be careful."

"I can see that."

He first imitated Mai Ya's reminder, and then answered to himself.

Doing so, it was as if Mai Ya was still by his side, acting as his protector, continuing to fight alongside him—even though he was no longer a member of the sharpshooter team.

Since completing his confinement, Danny had returned to the musket camp, but Brian quickly found him and brought him a brand-new musket.

It was the one he was holding now.

Although it looked no different from the bolt-action rifle used by the sharpshooter team, Danny realized as soon as he held it that this gun was extraordinary.

It's like a long sword with a similar shape. Some are just practice works casually knocked out by blacksmiths, while others are precious swords that can cut hair.

The metal parts of the gun body exuded a unique faint light, and the surface was as smooth as a girl's skin; any interface was as flat as if it had been carved with a knife and axe, and touching it felt natural, without any prickling feeling.

What surprised Danny the most was that a monocular telescope could be additionally installed on the top of it. Two straight intersecting thin lines were engraved on the lens, and the center of the thin lines was where the bullet would land.

He didn't know how this was achieved, but through the telescope, the originally blurry and small long-distance target instantly became much clearer, which in a sense extended the range of the gun. Moreover, subsequent test firing training also proved his feelings—the shooting accuracy of this new musket was much higher than that of ordinary bolt-action rifles. In windless or slightly windy conditions, he had a high probability of hitting the head of a humanoid target within 500 meters.

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 had committed a disciplinary error, His Majesty still did not abandon him and granted him the power to choose a shooting position on the front line. He had no other choice but to repay this kindness with his life.

However, when Brian asked him if he wanted to choose a protector, Danny refused without hesitation.

He already had his own protector.

This gun.

And Mai Ya.

The lights appearing in the field of vision were increasing, like stars reflected in the sea of sand—this was expected by the commander. Before each battle, the high command would explain the battle intention and objectives in detail to each squad, letting them know to what extent the upcoming battle had to be fought to be considered over.

For example, the bonfires lit at the artillery positions, and the rate of firing once every half an hour, were all to lure the enemy to launch a counterattack, so as to weaken the combat personnel of the Watchdog clan as much as possible, in preparation for the general attack after dawn. The brightly lit positions could allow the enemy to notice the abnormalities, while controlling the firing frequency was to avoid rapid and fierce bombardment directly scattering the enemy.

Of course, Danny knew that the artillery camp could not do the latter at all.

They looked down on people all day long, but they didn't know how much resources they occupied. The weapons and dànyào carried by the musket camp could be carried by a soldier alone, but what about the artillery camp? Without the help of the witch named Hummingbird, they couldn't even transport their means of livelihood into the desert.

Dozens of carriages, most of which were loaded with shells and jiqiang bullets. A large wooden box could only hold two howitzer shells. If they were to fight according to the way they did in the artillery drill, the two fortress guns could use up all the dànyào they carried in half an hour. Then what? They could only stare blankly from the side.

Although Danny admitted that the exercise showed unparalleled power, he always felt that every shot fired was a gold dragon, and that group of people regarded this power as their own, which was simply arrogant. Without His Majesty's wealthy treasury to support them, they would only be eating dirt in front of the musket camp!

Therefore, fearing to scatter the enemy was just a nice way of saying it. In the final analysis, they just wanted to save some stock in case of accidents. After all, it would probably take a week or two for the new recruits to open up the oasis supply line and transport new dànyào.

When the leading lights entered the First Army's ambush circle, Danny brought the crosshair scope to his eyes.

"Wind direction...north, strong. Target, about 700 meters."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He muttered to himself, his finger on the trigger.

Considering that the accuracy of night combat would be greatly reduced, he did not leave the position too far this time, and chose to shoot head-on—even if the enemy was riding a war horse and advancing quickly, the range of movement in the field of vision would not be too large.

The sand people were indeed barbarians good at horse combat. At first, there were scattered lights, but by the time of the charge, it had turned into a neat front line. The sound of horses' hooves was uniform, like gradually accelerating drumbeats. At the same time, they threw away the torches in their hands and drew out the lightless sabers—within this distance, the artillery positions that were roaring intermittently were the most conspicuous guiding target.

The backlit dunes on both sides suddenly flashed with continuous points of light.

Tututututu——————

The crisp sound of jiqiang mixed into the drumbeats of the charge, announcing the official start of the ambush. Without field artillery, heavy jiqiang became the weapon with the longest range. Bullets swept towards the charging line like flowing water, and the desert suddenly boiled. Unexpected screams, curses, and shouts of killing erupted in the crowd, and the dark shadows under the night seemed to be a bit faster.

But Danny turned a blind eye to this.

He only focused on the enemy charging in the front.

"500 meters, I've got you."

Finding a target on a moonless night was not an easy task. He could only vaguely distinguish the figure of the enemy charging, but this was not a shooting exercise, and it was not considered a score only if he hit the head. Whether it was the horse or the rider, a bullet to any part could take their lives.

Danny pulled the trigger, and the gun body trembled slightly. The smell of gunpowder that made people excited came from between his nose.

He couldn't see the bullet point, nor the splashing blood. The enemy just trembled all over and fell from the horse.

This was his hunting ground, Danny thought, this was where he should be.

"Did you see that, Mai Ya?"

"Don't be distracted, the next target is coming."

"Ah, leave it to me."