“Target confirmed, the invaders are devils!”

“They’re coming!”

“Two directions, devils appearing at the twelve o’clock position too!”

The watchmen of each squad took turns observing the targets with their naked eyes and telescopes, and warning sounds rose and fell. Yuwan, according to the allocated shooting area, stared intently at the second batch of enemies.

At this time, the devils were as small as fallen leaves in the wind, and only when they flapped their wings could you be sure that they weren’t ordinary birds. According to the training procedure, he put the target into the shooting circle and began to adjust the azimuth indicator of the sight.

The new type of aiming device erected on the top of the gun looked very strange. It had two parallel rings, one of which had a Terror Beast model installed inside, which could rotate around. The other ring had several parallel small round holes. As long as the model was dialed, the round holes would also rotate.

Although Yuwan knew nothing about the working principle of the sight, he knew that it was designed by His Majesty Roland, and anything related to His Majesty must be extraordinary. Therefore, he spent a whole evening memorizing every step required before shooting - and the first step was to dial the azimuth indicator, which was the Terror Beast model, to a position parallel to the target's flight direction.

In this way, the enemy coincided with the small round hole in the shooting circle.

Then he glanced at the model and shouted to his teammate next to him, "One-quarter!"

The area ratio of the target and the model was four to one, and the password meant that the devil had entered the effective range of the Mark I.

Scholar Misanshing, who assisted in guiding the training, repeatedly emphasized that such visual results were not accurate and could only roughly estimate the distance of the enemy. Therefore, in order to allow the bullets to cover the enemy's advance line, it was appropriate to report a larger number.

Yuwan understood this principle. It was always better to shoot early than to shoot late, which was a pure waste of bullets.

After completing this step, all he had to do was wait for his teammates to report the table lookup results, and then pull the trigger.

It was clear that only a few breaths had passed in this series of actions, but he felt like he was going through a long period of torment. The shouts around him were getting farther and farther away. For a moment, he even seemed to hear his own rapid heartbeat and breathing.

The slightly slippery feeling in his hand told him that the timid Yuwan had not left him yet.

But this strengthened his determination even more.

The devils were still approaching the city wall at a fixed speed and slowly increasing their altitude, seeming to want to repeat the trick of five days ago. The distance between the two was at least nine hundred meters away. The bodies of the Terror Beasts facing each other head-on were like thin sheets of paper. Even the sharpshooters of the precision shooting team would probably find it difficult to hit this group of flying enemies.

But they were different.

The scholar said a lot of principles that he couldn't understand a word of, but Yuwan remembered one sentence clearly.

"If the enemy approaches within spear-throwing distance, you can shoot directly at them, but before that, you are not going to snipe the enemy, but to spread enough bullets on their advance route, and then wait for them to crash into it."

"Use the fifth hole!" At this moment, a shout came from the teammate behind him.

Yuwan took a deep breath, raised the muzzle, "embedded" the Mad Devil he was aiming at into the fifth round hole, and then pulled the trigger with all his strength.

The muzzle suddenly spewed out a surge of flames.

The harsh gunfire made time flow quickly again. Almost at the same time, several other squads also opened fire, and the entire wall instantly boiled.

It must be said that this was a strange feeling.

The muzzle of the Mark I was not aimed at the devil, but at an obviously blank area. No one knew whether he could hit the target. All the gunmen could do was hold the trigger with trepidation and expectation, and pour out all the bullets in the magazine.

Fortunately, this period was not long.

Almost after a breath, a conspicuous "red flower" suddenly burst out from the devil group at the twelve o'clock position!

Along with the blossoming of the red flower, there were half of a wing and flying debris.

The Terror Beast hit by the bullet rolled over violently, as if it had changed from a thin sheet of paper to a crumpled rag. Only then could Yuwan roughly see the appearance of the other party. From the scattered objects, he did not find any trace of the Mad Devil. Obviously, the first enemy shot down was just a transporter carrying a bunch of red mist cans.

Then two more Terror Beasts deviated from the route and fell straight to the ground like stones - judging from the appearance, it was impossible to tell whether they were dodging urgently or had been severely damaged, but they never flew up again until they smashed into the grass.

Seeing this scene, the encouraged soldiers burst into loud cheers.

"Another one! Guys, nice job!"

"High-shooting team, it's up to you!"

"Try harder and kill all those bastards!"

"Long live Your Majesty!"

The devils also seemed to realize something was wrong, and the originally orderly formation suddenly dispersed, but they had no intention of retreating at all, but instead accelerated towards the city wall!

"Three-quarters!" Yuwan gripped the gun handle tightly, constantly adjusting the shooting direction, "No... four-quarters!"

Being the same size as the model meant that the enemy also had the power to fight back.

"Free fire!" the watchman shouted, "Everyone, free fire!"

The comrades-in-arms holding the revolving rifles also joined the shooting ranks.

The crackling gunfire on the city wall suddenly rang out in a团. Although one-third of the twelve Terror Beasts had been shot down, the hit rate began to drop sharply after the enemy made obvious evasive responses. At this time, Yuwan found a Terror Beast sliding out an arc and swooping straight at him from high altitude - in the roar of the deformed monster, he vaguely saw that the Mad Devil on its back had raised a bone spear, and the spearhead seemed to be pointing at him.

An icy chill instantly rose from the soles of his feet, and fear made his hands tremble uncontrollably.

The figure of the devil became even larger than the model. He no longer needed to estimate the distance. For the Mark I, this range was almost equivalent to a straight line. He only needed to raise the muzzle and aim at the other party to turn it into a hornet's nest.

But at the same time, the bone spear would mercilessly penetrate his body.

Run, or die.

The familiar feeling followed him like a shadow, as if the cowardly Yuwan had already grabbed his hands.

"Ahhhhhhh——————!" The next moment, Yuwan opened his throat and shouted loudly, "Get out of here, I'm not——————!"

At the same time, the barrel spewed out the flames of death towards the devil.

The bullets rushed towards the devil one after another, tearing its muscles, crushing its bones, and finally rolling through it... The huge impact caused the enemy's body to expand imperceptibly, and the flying bullets messed up its internal organs.

And at the moment of being hit, the Mad Devil also threw the bone spear in his hand.

The moment Yuwan pressed the trigger, he had already foreseen his ending.

But he did not release his finger, even though fear made him shake like a sieve, he never took that step!

"———————Coward!"

"Bang!"

A nearly transparent barrier suddenly unfolded in front of Yuwan, blocking the ghostly bone spear three feet away - the javelin that hit the surface shattered in response, and the barrier only flickered and remained intact.

At this time, Yuwan suddenly came back to his senses. At some point, a short-haired witch with a short stature stood beside the battlements, blocking the blow with incredible ability.

"What are you talking about?" She breathed a sigh of relief, slowly withdrew her hands, and then smiled sideways, "Of course you're not."