Faced with Qin Mo's lazy words, the Prince of Chang Le did not lose his temper. Qin Mo's army was now the sharpest blade in the Western Expeditionary Army, and it was not too much to coax or pamper him.
"If the enemy has sufficient supplies, then we'd better make our move sooner rather than later!"
After thinking for a moment, Qin Mo finally voiced her opinion. Perhaps the enemy's reinforcements were afraid of being besieged and cut off from supplies, so they did not enter the city. This was actually advantageous to the Great Xia Army. Now, the Great Xia Army was not as troubled by open field battles with the orcs as before. On the contrary, street fighting in the city had become the most unpleasant mode of combat.
After looking at the others who remained silent, the Prince of Changle thought for a moment and then said, "Let's wait for the reinforcements from the Northern Route Army. In the meantime, I suggest that everyone use their unique abilities to send out elite troops to intercept and kill the enemy's supply convoy. They must not have enough food after coming from the desert. If we can make them run out of food, we will be invincible."
Qin Mo was indifferent to Qin Jian's decision. He was already spending his days loitering outside the enemy camp, ambushing any supply convoys he encountered. As for the threat from the enemy's high priest, with Heather and Allen nearby, it was better if he dared to come out!
After nightfall, Qin Mo arrived outside the orc camp again. A few days ago, he had seen Heather and Wang Yushi fighting with the enemy from afar, so he concluded that these two former tough girls had turned this place into a hunting dungeon, but they hadn't appeared in the last two days.
"Let's see what good prey we have tonight!"
The orc camp was built against the mountain and by the water, seemingly easy to defend and difficult to attack, but Qin Mo found a suitable high ground. He took out his binoculars and observed the area by the moonlight.
"They're all small fry with little experience. Let's just treat this as practice for our marksmanship!"
Qin Mo watched for more than half an hour, then reluctantly put away the binoculars, pulled out his beloved "big gun," and aimed it at a guard orc chieftain.
"1500 meters away, wind speed 7, I'm actually a sniper in the making, how come I didn't know that before..."
"Bang!"
A burst of fire shot out, and a bullet whistled through the air for nearly two seconds before accurately hitting its target.
A sharp whistle echoed through the military camp, and a ghostly figure flashed out, heading straight for Qin Mo's position.
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