Lynn silently recited in his heart. Though everyone knew perfectly well that he, Lynn, was a bit of a womanizer, it still couldn't be said outright.
What had he done back then?
Just the same old clichéd relationship between a man and a woman.
They had gone adventuring together, eaten and lived together for a time, and faced common enemies. During that period, Eve's druid arts had continually improved. (Lynn had modified them; not increasing one's rank did not mean one could not understand magic. With an SSS talent, even an illiterate would possess an innate sense of what to do.)
Like everyone else, it was a thoroughly orthodox past.
Lynn turned his gaze back toward the distance and used Telephoto Magic to examine it.
The beachhead there was no ordinary beachhead.
It was a network of bunkers.
Lynn also saw vampires reviving.
The bunkers there were lined with endless trenches, and the machine-gun positions had been sensibly arranged.
But unfortunately, they had no heavy weapons.
Lynn spotted several cannons. They were probably called mountain guns.
They were like the small mountain guns from the old Warlord era of Blue Star's Huaxia—truly only enough to solve the problem of having something rather than nothing, crude artillery pieces.
But the machine guns were decent. They were no longer the sort resembling Madsens or Czech light machine guns.
They had modified them.
They still used magazines to feed ammunition, but the magazines had been moved to the side.
When the machine guns fired, their shots carried magical particle properties—blue, icy cold.
Their aircraft in the sky—
Judging by the smoke from the bullets, they were using Black powder. No progress on that front.
After firing one magazine, they used tools to clean the barrel. Their training standards were quite good.
It had