After taking a puff of cigarette, the chief commissar of the 17th Guards Infantry Division stood in the trench, the early morning mist made it impossible for him to see the distant scenery clearly, but in yesterday's night battle, the chaotic corpses covered the entire front line, and the stacked corpses even made it very difficult to clean up, even if he was a chief commissar, he couldn't let the soldiers who had fought all night move those chaotic corpses.

However, don't worry about anything, the paladins of Ingmar have already purified the land, and the cold weather prevents the corpses of Chaos from decomposing quickly - this is very important, if the corpses are not disposed of quickly in the summer, the entire war zone will soon become an epidemic zone.

The wooden door of the wooden house behind him was pushed open, and the political commissar turned his head to look, and it was the commander of his division who walked out: "Has the third lie been detected?" ”

"It's over, this kid has passed through the detection lies of Ingmar's Paladin, the Divine Envoy of the Lord of Suffering, and our War Priest three times in a row, and he said that he saw a muzzle flame last night, and he fired a shot at that position, which is definitely a real and credible shot."

"And then that kid killed the former White Reaper of the 4th Guards Infantry Division, now the Scarlet Reaper?"

"That's right, he should have killed him, which reminds me of that very famous saying."

"It's better to hit it yourself, it's better to pick it up on the other side." The commissar took another puff of his cigarette and took a big puff - the Scarlet Reaper was a very dangerous opponent, he was the chief marksman of the 4th Guards Infantry Division, the White Reaper of the 4th Guards Infantry Division, and the holder of the record of seven hundred and seventy-four kills.

Three years earlier, when the 4th Guards Infantry Division had been surrounded by the Chaos Legion, he, like most of the soldiers, had not been able to get out of the encirclement, and then three months later, he had been transformed into Chaos and appeared on the opposite side of the Sidney Union, where the Scarlet Reapers, who had killed at least 600 men, most of them officers on the front lines, not counting the missing patrols and marksmen.

But today, while cleaning the battlefield after the battle in the morning, the soldiers found his ugly body.

The bullet burrowed through his right eye, blowing off most of the back skull, and the Scarlet Reaper died in his firing position.

According to the ballistics, the chief commissar and division commander of the infantry division finally found the firing position, which was on the top of a small hill behind the defensive line, but last night, there was no sharpshooter on duty here, only a kid from the south made a shooting position there, almost all the soldiers didn't know what this kid was doing, only when they found the door, they found that the shooting position was full of bullet shells, a military rifle with a strange appearance, but with a tripod and precision sights, as for the little thing was eating a bag of snacks in a single foxhole, Coffee is being heated on the small stove by the pit.

So the paladins of Ingmar specifically asked about his possible achievements.

What you get is a very scary number.

One hundred and twenty-five targets were confirmed to be shot, about one hundred and seventy were hits, and the vast majority were warlocks and shooters.

Because he used a special barrel, using a 9 mm long cartridge that was different from the 11 mm of ordinary military rifles, the personnel in charge of confirming the battle found one hundred and thirty-seven corpses, forty-one warlocks, and ninety-six shooters on the front line, and the confirmed number of kills reached 109%.

Removing the unfindable targets, it can be said that the child's kill count is much higher than one hundred and thirty-seven, which is not very terrifying to describe, and according to the chief commissar's confirmation to the High Command, no human marksman can do this in a night battle - even orcs and elves with night vision can do it, and only one elven marksman in history has reached such a height forty years ago.

Then he was invited back by the Elven Court to be the instructor of the marksman.

Any person who can shoot more than 100 in a battle is a well-deserved chief marksman of an infantry division, and can be ranked in the top 10 in the entire history of marksmen - until now, the fifth has only killed 67 targets in a single battle.

Detecting a lie didn't prove that he was lying, and the subsequent shooting confirmed the kid's talent - he was able to shoot nine shots and eight hits from the eight coins placed at the top of that hill, at the same firing position as the Scarlet Reaper, with only the first shot missing less than a finger.

The chief political commissar asked the marksmen, and confirmed that the first shot could be deflected less than one finger, which proved that this kid could confirm the impact point at the first time - this is not a secret among marksmen, the difficulty is how to grasp the point of the bullet, which requires the gun in the hands of the marksman to have extremely high accuracy, and the rifles that come out of the military factory usually do not have such excellent accuracy.

The chief political commissar who has passed middle age wants to keep this child for the first time - to recruit him as a special person to enlist in the army, he does not need to work the front line, he only needs to train a thousand marksmen similar to him for the Sidney army in a year, and the chaos warlock will be a target, and the chaos soldiers do not have the cover of the chaos warlock, they are just some live targets living in the Middle Ages, and the soldiers of each squad of the infantry division can kill them all at a position of two hundred paces.

But the problem is that the chief commissar soon learns that the child's background is not simple.

First of all, he is a clergyman of the Harvest Goddess Church, and according to the regulations, if the Harvest Goddess Church does not release people, then the army has no right to forcibly conscript him, and if the chief political commissar does this, then not to mention the division commander of the infantry division and him, even the adults of the regiment commander and commander will have to go around without eating.

Secondly, he had come with the Lord of Suffering, the boy had discovered a new method of first aid for the wounded, which could save the seriously wounded from the hands of death with a chance of stopping their hearts, and had already succeeded in several cases yesterday, and the oracle had confirmed that he would not support the actions of the Chief Commissar - his duty was to return the child to Fort Carter safe and sound after the investigation was over.

Thirdly, although the chief commissar was from the central province, the 17th Guards Infantry Division also had recruits from the Fort Carter area, and some people recognized the kid and said that he was very close to His Royal Highness Faye of the royal family of Morvis - in the opinion of the chief commissar, walking very close, and not being opposed, then basically this child has at least a princely future, and it is impossible for him to come to his 17th Guards Infantry Division as a big soldier if his brain is in water, and if he forcibly recruits this child, it will gain the malice of a family...... It's a terrible thing.

So, the chief commissar had to settle for the next best thing - I don't want your people, but can you give me a training manual.

The chief political commissar knew that it would be very rude to ask such a question - the training method of any marksman in the hands of a family is not a secret, this is not like those extraordinary sequences, which require people to have that kind of talent and all kinds of materials, a good marksman training manual can make an ordinary person a dangerous existence that can shoot a transcendent person from a distance of three hundred meters.

Any low-ladder transcendent professional is weak and helpless in the face of bullets flying from three hundred meters away.

Even the division commander expressed surprise after hearing the chief commissar's idea: "I must be crazy to come with you." ”

As he spoke, he knocked on the small plank outside the tent - this was the residence of the child named Marin Gayat after the investigation, and he would return with the oracle this afternoon.

"Please come in." The child's crisp voice came from inside.

Obviously a child who has not yet begun to develop, but he is already a standard marksman, and I heard that he is still an extraordinary person, and the difference between people is sometimes so big that the chief commissar can't breathe.

He thought of his children, who the family once regarded as geniuses, and now compared to this child, they were like mud.

Following the division commander into the tent, the chief commissar saw the child, who was sitting on a chair wrapped in soft cushions by the fire, writing something in a small booklet.

"Your Excellency Division Commander Atav Ivanovich, and Your Excellency Chief Political Commissar Vitri Smirnovich Pavyat, what is the matter with the two of you coming to me, I think I have understood."

What do you understand?

The chief commissar smiled wryly - I haven't said anything yet.

"The rifle I modified will be kept, sights, fishbones and bipods, you can order it through Fort Carter's tool shop, if your military places an order, I can call on the dwarven craftsmen to expedite the manufacture for you, if you have your own military factory that can make something with the same accuracy, I can also give you authorization." The child said this calmly and smiled at the two middle-aged men.

As the chief political commissar, Vitryy shook his head, he knew the strength of the military arsenal, and there would be no problem in making standard rifles, but to make such a precise barrel, sight and bolt, human craftsmen still can't compare to dwarves in the end: "Our military factories can't do it, but if you buy in large quantities, can you really recruit dwarven craftsmen?" ”

"I think there should be no problem, the first batch, we will make 500 sets of modified components in three months, and at the same time, ......" The child put down the pen in his hand: "This is the sharpshooter training manual for you for you, you can use it to train sharpshooters with a long range, as long as you learn the content of the manual, with high-precision guns, talented marksmen can even hit targets above 400 meters." ”

"Four hundred meters!" Vitry's division commander was shocked.

And Vitry's eyes have lit up - a marksman who can hit 400 meters! This meant that no Chaos Warlock could pose a threat to the defensive line that this marksman was protecting, and they would be shot before they could even get into the attack position, but as a nobleman, he knew that such a benefit would come at a cost: "What do you need?" ”

"The components provided to you by the tool shop are not free, the fees I have to charge have been obtained through the components, and this manual, in my eyes, it is worthless, and in your hands, it is priceless." The child smiled and handed over the manual.

The Chief Commissar took the manual and felt as if he had caught a gold mine—a priceless treasure in the eyes of the aristocracy.

"Your Excellency Marin, such a valuable gift, our legion will benefit a lot." The division commander said with a serious face.

"No, not only your legions, but all the legions of the entire Morvis Kingdom will benefit from this, believe me." The boy didn't seem satisfied, and he saw far more than the two adults, Vitri and Artave.

"Your vision is far longer than ours." Vitri was convinced—to be able to come up with such an important training manual, even if he could make a lot of money by selling those components, that was also the way it should be, and he paid far more than he gained.

Because trained marksmen can shoot Chaos Warlocks at great distances, which can reduce a lot of pressure on the front-line soldiers, how can the danger of a neurotic with a cold weapon be compared to a neurosis who can cast a surgical form.

"It's nothing, I said before, I know what you want me to say, but now I don't know if I guessed right." Lord Marin asked with a smile - he could afford it.

Vitryy nodded vigorously, "You're right, I was still thinking about what we need to pay for. ”

"If you insist on paying a little price, then kill more chaos for the sake of all the cubs in this world." The child's face was full of smiles, and he didn't seem to care about his own gains or losses.

"We will keep our promise, Your Excellency." Division Commander Atav hammered his chest.

"Then I'll leave everything to the two of you, and I hope I can be at Fort Carter, and I can hear the news of your victory." Speaking of this, the smile on the face of the lord narrowed a little: "By the way, I almost forgot to say, let the marksmen who study this manual make an oath, I teach them this knowledge, not let them use it against the innocent, those who break the oath will be pursued by the god of justice, and if one day, your legion is in a desperate situation...... Gotta destroy this manual, I don't want to see such a shooter in the army of Chaos, you know. ”

"Yes, Ataf and I will be the first to swear." There was no displeasure in Vitry's heart—this was very important, as Lord Marlin had said.

He also didn't want his children to become soldiers in the future, and there were some marksmen in the Chaos Legion who could kill him from a distance of four hundred meters.

"Okay, you can go, I want to take a break, or I will go home with dark circles under my eyes, and the girls at home will be worried."

The boy smiled very pleasantly, and Vitri and Artave also smiled very happily: "Then we will go first, sir, and may you have a great future." ”

"See you later, Your Excellency, and may you have a bright future."

"Thank you, and may you be well fought."

The boy watched the two men walk out of the tent, and as he closed the tent, Vitryy saw him close his eyes and lean back in his chair.

It would be nice if I had such a child.

As a father, Vitry, for the first time, began to be jealous of the other.