The chaotic footsteps echoed through the corridor in front of the cell, and moments later, several soldiers dressed in black military uniforms with shiny leather shoes stood before the cell.
Clang, clang, clang.
One soldier struck the iron bars with the iron rod in his hand.
"Dinner's ready."
As he spoke, the other soldiers raised their rifles slung over their shoulders, aiming them at Su Xiao.
A sense of crisis that made Su Xiao's hair stand on end emerged. He raised an eyebrow; those soldiers were holding single-shot rifles, styled similarly to Mauser rifles, requiring the bolt to be pulled for each shot—a one-shot pull bolt.
The outdated rifles surprisingly gave Su Xiao a sense of crisis, which left him slightly surprised. But he immediately thought of the world's introduction of White Gunpowder and Patterned steel; if combined into firearms, their power would be absolutely terrifying.
