Chapter 762: It Must Cry Thus (1/2)
Could it be that this was a hidden expert who had been seen through by the logistics officer? Everyone glanced at the man, but how come they had never heard of him being an exceptional judge of character? The reason this officer had gotten this position was largely because he was a distant relative of the Su family.
The logistics officer himself wasn’t quite sure why he had brought out the Vasuki; it was probably on a whim. This sniper looked ordinary, but in fact, it was a weapon that had been left behind by a powerful deceased expert. The masterpiece of an expert craftsman, its firepower was at grade-eight back in the year and its attribute was extremely balanced. It was on a whole different level compared to the firepower-focused weapon in Qianye’s hands.
After the death of that expert, however, the gun fell in grade—its firepower was sharply reduced, and all of its other functions saw a noticeable decline. Yet, the requirements for using it remained the same. This meant that only those capable of firing a grade-eight weapon could use it.
There were rumors circulating in the land that the gun had sealed its own strength because it was unwilling to be controlled by a mediocre person. Such hearsay couldn’t be trusted, but the rifle had indeed remained silent since the day it had entered the armory.
An expert capable of using a grade-eight firearm had to be rank-fifteen at the very least—even then, he would be drained after a single shot. It wasn’t hard for such an expert to procure a good grade-seven weapon, so who would want to use this one?
As a grade seven weapon whose requirements exceeded grade seven, its value became much lower. It would sell for the price of a premium grade-six weapon at best.
The Su family's younger generation like Su Yueyuan had never lacked resources. He already possessed a grade seven weapon and simply wasn’t interested in this famous but useless thing. As such, the sniper rifle could only sit there to collect dust until today. The logistics officer had brought it out after Su Dingqian decided to open the city’s armory and outfit the citizens.
As Nighteye placed a hand on the sniper rifle, the weapon let out a distinct, phoenix-like cry, and the origin arrays on the body lit up without exception.
After seeing this, even ignorant people would know that Nighteye had completely mastered this weapon. Everyone in the supply area was shocked! What followed their astonishment was respect—they no longer dared to size up Nighteye so recklessly. An expert capable of controlling a grade-eight weapon could wipe them out with a wave of their hand.
“Not a bad gun. Thanks then.” Nighteye’s words were always quite short to the point.
“Wait a minute!” The officer was nervous.
“Mm? Changed your mind?”
The officer waved his hands. “No, of course not! It’s just that there have always been some problems with this gun. I’ve seen several powerful people try it out before, but the sound it makes when activated is forceful and crude, almost like a dragon’s growl. It’s not this kind of sound.”
Nighteye smiled faintly. “Well, in my hands, this is how it must cry.”
The officer was still contemplating Nighteye’s words even after her departure.
The battle arrived as expected. That odd and terrifying army arrived outside of the city just after midnight. They only stopped to rest for a couple of hours before launching the assault. It was as though they were completely immune to fatigue.
Those four-legged warriors wearing heavy armor made up the vanguard. They raised their giant shields and pushed toward Port City step by step.
Flames lit up from within the city, followed by a peculiar whistle and an earth-shattering explosion!
The heavy cannon-turrets of Port City had opened fire at the vanguard unit.
Qianye was half-kneeling on the wall, observing the battle situation. This wall gave him no sense of security at all as it did little more than to hide his figure. The walls of Port City should be called a stockade, instead, because it was made up of wooden poles. This kind of wooden wall would be hacked apart by any rank-five soldier, not to mention those powerful steel-armored warriors.
The explosion hadn’t even dispersed when Qianye’s heart sank. The seemingly fierce cannon was quite loud, but the number of steel-clad soldiers it had sent flying was quite pitiful. Only a couple of unfortunate blokes at the center of the explosion were blasted away. The rest merely staggered from the impact.
The first wave of explosions was followed by a brief lull on the battlefield. Port City’s cannons were superior to the empire’s in terms of firepower, but the price for that was similar to Qianye’s current handheld cannon—it was lacking in accuracy and slow to reload.
A series of gasps emerged from atop the walls as the smoke dispersed. The first volley had only mowed down a hundred or so soldiers out of nearly one thousand, and even those struck down were still struggling to clamber up. The real death-toll was no more than a couple dozen.
Seeing how even the cannons were so ineffective, the guards glanced at their origin guns and felt them to be rather flimsy.
One minute later, the heavy cannons rumbled once more. Cannon fire rained down like a storm and smashed into the formation of armored soldiers, shrouding the area in smoke once again. This time, however, no one had high expectations for the cannons. As expected, the second volley only killed a dozen or so armored soldiers. In one more barrage, at most, these soldiers would reach the city walls.
Bang! The glow of an origin bullet tore through the dark night and blasted the head of an armored warrior. One of the city guards had lost control and opened fire in advance. This person’s marksmanship was indeed quite good, and add to that the fact that these soldiers were quite slow, the shot landed squarely on its mark.