The rain had passed and the sky had cleared. After a night of rest, the hunter squad continued on its way.
To obtain supplies, Lan Yu led his team through the ravines toward the nearest town.
The mountain roads were a muddy mess after the rain, so everyone's pace was rather slow.
Lan Yu and Old Zhang were still discussing last night's topic:
"The Northern Barbarians are dirt-poor. Even if the Western Continent is willing to sell them weapons, what could they use to buy them? They can barely feed themselves."
"Exactly. As long as we can hold these Barbarians back and stop them from taking anything, they won't have the money to trade with the Western Continent."
"If you ask me, the Grassland Royal Court probably can't trade with the Western Continent either. It's too far away."
"By land, large shipments would be easy to spot. By sea, how far would the Western Continent have to sail around?"
"True! In that case, the only ones most likely to trade with the Western Continent are the Two Great Desert Kingdoms."
"Yeah. What happens in the southern territories isn't our concern."
"..."
Lan Yu had truly taken the possibility of the Western Continent selling weapons to heart.
After thinking about it for the entire night, he had finally reached this conclusion.
It eased the anxiety in his heart somewhat.
"When will we be able to produce rifles like that ourselves?"
All along the road, Lan Yu had been imagining himself wielding advanced weapons in the future and slaughtering his way across the battlefield.
Crack!
The sound of something heavy hitting the ground shattered Lan Yu's fantasy. He turned his head and saw a soldier carrying a wounded man stumble into a mud pit.
The surrounding teammates hurried over to help them