He strode forward and stopped the patrol.
"Comrade, could you please give me two rifles and some magazines?"
The squad leader leading the patrol saw Lin Mo and immediately snapped to attention.
"Yes, sir!"
Without the slightest hesitation, he took his own automatic rifle and another soldier's, along with four spare magazines, and handed them all to Lin Mo.
Holding the two rifles and magazines, Lin Mo turned and walked back to Thorin and Grom.
"Gentlemen, we really can't sell you equipment on a large scale right now. Come back when the Portal closes."
He handed one rifle and two magazines to Thorin, then gave the other set to Grom.
"Consider these little gifts from me personally."
Thorin's and Grom's eyes were instantly drawn to the strange steel creations in their hands.
The rifles felt cold and heavy, with a reassuring solidity.
Thorin stroked the rifle, feeling its precision joints and cold metallic texture. He even brought his face close to inspect the workmanship of the front sight.
Back in the Holy Human Race's city, he had wanted to use his connections to get one, but none had been available. Now, at last, he had his wish.
Grom clumsily imitated the soldiers, trying to brace the stock against his shoulder and get a feel for its weight and balance.
"How do you use this?"
"Come with me." Lin Mo led the two to the shooting range, explained how to use the rifles, and fired two shots at a distant target.
Bang, bang!!
Lin Mo gestured with the rifle in his hands.
"See? Just like this."
Both were eager to try.
The operation was simple, and soon gunfire filled the shooting range.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Thorin Ironbeard held the automatic rifle in an extremely awkward but steady stance, furiously firing single