The road was uneven, and the carriage wheels kept rattling and clattering. Still, there was something rather interesting about swaying along like this.
Eating sea cucumber and abalone all the time got old. Sometimes, plain vegetables and tofu were nice too. Unfortunately, the China men's national football team did not understand that principle.
After the carriage convoy had traveled for about ten minutes, scattered gunfire sounded in the distance. Looking toward the source, they saw dust rising from the eastern ridge, where a group of riders was chasing after the convoy.
It had to be said that White Bobo's scenario design was quite professional. When fighting with gunpowder weapons within visual range, taking the high ground with the sun at one's back really could effectively reduce the chances of being hit.
When the people on the dirt road below tried to aim at the bandits on the ridge, they were practically staring straight into the sun. There was no way they could aim properly.
"They're here, they're here. The first scheduled event." Hermione glanced out the window. She put away her shotgun and switched to the Revolver issued by the park, saying with a smile, "Their firepower and defenses are weaker than I expected. Using an AA12 with enchanted HEAP Ammunition might be a bit wasteful. This gun will do."
Bobo was left speechless by that. He coughed and said:
"Actually, only we brought our own weapons in. According to the game design of another version of me, equipment that surpasses the era, like automatic shotguns, shouldn't be allowed. Not to mention enchanted armor-piercing rounds. The cost of one of your bullets is probably higher than that of an entire squad of Synthezoid bandits."
"It's not that bad. I'm a spellcaster myself, so the cost of enchanting is greatly reduced.