According to yesterday's battle report, the four scavenger teams had picked up a total of thirty-seven guns.
There were the fewest rifles, only six, while pistols were the most numerous, with a full twenty-nine. The remaining two were submachine guns.
They had also found a total of 275 rounds of ammunition. Most of it had been scattered ammunition lying on the ground, so the fact that they had managed to gather this much showed just how patiently the scavengers had searched yesterday.
They had also found one RPG launcher, but unfortunately, there was no matching ammunition.
If they combined these weapons with their previous preparations, fighting the alien race in urban street battles would not be a problem.
But if their enemies were those natives carrying sophisticated weapons... Old Daoist's proposal was certainly tempting, but everyone present was clearheaded and had not gotten carried away in the slightest.
"You're right, but no matter how good the stuff is, we still need to be alive to bring it back. What if we run into enemies like the guards from the Red Spider Merchant Group—monsters wearing Power Armor? Even with our magazines full, we might not be able to beat them."
"I suggest that if Darren really plans to take us deep into Qinggang City today, we should stick together as much as possible and look out for one another."
After finishing the last mouthful of soup, Man with Gun, Yu Ao, stood up.
He first touched the Short Sawed-off Shotgun hanging on the left side of his waist, then tightened the rifle slung across his body.
On Earth, he had once been an instructor at a shooting club.
Of course, it had not been the kind of small establishment inside a city where citizens could relax, have fun, and experience firing