The sound of chaotic footsteps came from the corridor outside the cell. Moments later, several soldiers in black uniforms and shiny leather shoes stood outside.
Clang, clang, clang.
One soldier struck the iron bars with the metal rod in his hand.
"Mealtime."
As the soldier spoke, the others took the rifles slung over their shoulders and aimed the muzzles at Su Xiao.
A danger that made Su Xiao's hair stand on end emerged. He raised an eyebrow. The soldiers were holding single-shot rifles resembling Mauser rifles. The bolt had to be pulled after every shot—one shot, one bolt cycle.
These outdated rifles could actually give Su Xiao a sense of danger, which surprised him somewhat. But he immediately thought of the white gunpowder and Wensluo Steel mentioned in the world introduction. If the two were combined into firearms, their power would be absolutely terrifying.
Firearms were the primary weapons of war in this world. The aviation technology here was not very mature; aircraft could crash for all sorts of bizarre reasons while flying. But the tanks in this world were fairly advanced. After all, the two great nations occupied the same landmass, and over ninety-seven percent of the battlefields were on land.
Five rifles were aimed at Su Xiao as the five soldiers slowly backed away. The soldier who had spoken first opened the cell.
Creak~
The bearings produced a shrill sound as they rubbed together. The cell opened, and a soldier outside waved his hand. An old man with a face full of wrinkles pushed a food cart over.
The old man moved slowly. After pushing the cart into the cell, he arranged several kinds of food on the bed: three large bowls of rice, a grilled fish, a large bowl of stewed meat, a bowl of vegetable soup