Release that Witch

While waiting, another little man ran along the trench.

"Captain, you come so early," he gasped, taking off the bag that was leaning across his body and placed it at Danny's feet. "The ammunition I brought is here."

"If it is going up the mountain to hunt, I should have returned with my prey at this time," Danny did not take it for granted. "How much is it for me?"

"thirty."

"It’s really enough," he muttered. "Damn the driver."

The young man is the youngest soldier in the team, named Malt. He was only sixteen years old this year and served as his protector.

Each precision shooter will be equipped with a protector who can quickly suppress the target as the enemy approaches, in order to gain time to transfer or bayonet.

Danny does not need human protection, especially a child who is still underage. The reason why I chose malt as a protector was simply because I couldn't stand Carl Baubert's pleading. He and the construction minister counted as neighbors for many years. They used to live in the streets of the new district. They naturally knew that the other party regarded all the children who graduated from the college as their own children.

Since the position of the precise shooter is usually relatively backward, the protector is actually safer for those who are assigned to the line. Danny knows that Roland is very disgusted with the relationship or mutual shelter, which is one of the few things he can do.

Looking at the appearance of the malt licking on the ground, he couldn't help but ask, "You never thought about changing jobs?"

"Leaving the First Army?" Malt said without raising his head. "No, I like it very much."

"This is not a game of a family," Danny picked an eyebrow. "We can die on the battlefield at any time. You don't have to take this risk at all. Those who can graduate from Carl College can go to the city hall. Work, the salary there is not lower than the first army, but also very decent."

"But I don't like to ran the legs to the officials all day. I want to pick up the defending sire," the little man will clean up the eight-mm pile before the trench. "And" he said suddenly he suddenly stopped and his face became slightly red.

"Because Miss Nana?"

Malt didn't answer, but his cheeks were redder.

Danny couldn't help but laugh out. "At least one person in the first army admired Miss Angel, even if you lined up, it wouldn't be your turn. Not to mention her father was still a baron, even if he didn't have a land, it wasn't you. Can climb high."

"I, I didn't think so," Malt said with a sigh. "As long as I can see her every day, I am very satisfied."

Danny shook his head and stopped persuading him. He knew how strong or paranoid people would become after investing in feelings, because he was the same.

Whenever you are in your leisure, just close your eyes, the green woman's figure will be reflected in his mind.

If it weren't for her rescue, I am afraid that he had already lost his life in the forest.

At that time, she was still the devil's claw, the evil incarnation, Danny buried all of this in my heart, did not dare to tell anyone. Unexpectedly, when she wanted to meet again, the witch had already lost her grievances and became a sinless person. She also lived in the Witch Building in the Castle District and opened up various experimental fields in the fascinating forest.

He couldn't enter the castle area at will, so on the day of his vacation, he would always pick up the bow and go hunting in the forest. Danny even thought about it. If he no longer served as a soldier, he would apply to the City Hall for a forester's job and treat the lost forest as his new home.

"Hey!"

Just then, the number rang.

This is the signal that the enemy will arrive.

Danny pressed his mind down and re-stable.

In any case, he is still a warrior, fighting to protect his majesty and overthrow the church that hunts the witch.

As the sun rose to the top of the head, a group of people wearing shiny armor appeared at the foot of the mountain.

In order to surround this only mountaineering road, the line of defense is less than a kilometer from the Hermes Mountains. From the moment they descended, they entered the scope of the artillery.

Danny knows that the Iron Axe will not let go of any chance to attack the enemy.

As if to confirm his conjecture, the dull roar suddenly sounded like a thunder in the sky. He could even see a blurred black shadow flying over his head and flying in the direction of the enemy.

The battle started without warning.

Due to the long distance, Danny can clearly capture the falling point of the projectile. When the ground touched the mud, it was like a cluster of wildflowers, and the ant-like long queue suddenly fell into a panic. For the first time, in the face of even the hits that people can't see, panic is a normal thing. If it is a general mercenary or militia, several rounds of bombardment can completely destroy morale.

But the army of the church did not retreat, they began to move forward, and the lineup became loose.

When Danny can clearly see the other's wearing and weapons, the group has already eaten at least three rounds of bombardment of 50 field guns to make the bombardment become continuous, which is absolutely for the enemy. It is a difficult experience. They have no war horses and can only walk through this path of **** on both feet.

In the rumor, the infinitely powerful gods and rifles set up a giant shield, standing at the forefront of the team, forming a gray iron wall at a position of about five or six hundred meters from the first trench.

However, it is of little significance for the shells. As long as it can hit the giant shield, the shield will be torn apart, and the enemy behind it will be turned to the ground.

"It won't work like this," Danny shook his head. "I'm afraid they won't get to the first trench and they will be completely defeated." He knew the firepower of the position, and first used the gunfire to greet the enemy between 1,000 and 500 meters. Before the opponents gather in the barbed wire, the fire is cleaned by the machine fire, and the runner is only used for close combat after the opponent's assault, and will not fire within less than 200 meters.

"Isn't it bad to be defeated?" The malt padded his ankles and looked out at the edge of the trench.

"Of course, then I haven't had any gains." Danny would set it in his pocket and lift it to leave.

"Where are you going?" The little man hurriedly pulled him.

"The more advanced trench," he opened the latter's hand. "You can stay here."

"I will go with you!"

"Don't come over, this is the command of the captain!"

Danny dropped this sentence and aimed at the waist and touched the longitudinal groove.

The sound of the shells is thicker and heavier. Even if every dull crash sounds, some shards will slide down from both sides of the tunnel and fill them into his collar.

He knew he was a little closer to the front of the battlefield.

After crossing the three horizontal grooves, regardless of the strange eyes cast by other team members, Danny took a new round of artillery shells and landed, the probe looked out to the shield of the gods, and he could even hear it. He could even hear it. The enemy shouted and sipped.

This distance is about four hundred meters.

It is close enough.

Danny took a deep breath and set it up. Point the sight at a slightly higher position on the shield and pull the trigger.

With a crisp sound, a string of blue blood swelled behind the shield, and the giant shield and the shielded man fell to the ground, revealing the trial warrior who was overwhelmed.

He pulled the bolt, quit the hot shell, and then pushed it back into place.

The sound of the cymbal slammed him.

The first one, Danny thought.