Zhang Fei Xuan held a fire gun in his hand, freshly forged by the blacksmiths, which looked much the same as the ones used before, but with one difference.
It seemed that the device no longer needed bullets; it merely required basking in the sun to exhibit its power.
From behind, a Forbidden Army guard holding his helmet, exposing his head, laughed, "This is all thanks to Great Master's grace."
"Senior brother's grace is undoubtedly certain, but...",
Isn't this a bit unreasonable?
Without bullets, one is using mana, but if using mana, why not employ spells instead?
"Forget it, it suits you guys just fine."
Zhang Fei Xuan handed the fire gun to the guard and looked ahead, "Twenty li ahead is the city wall, are you prepared?"
The guard put on his helmet and tucked the fire gun into his waist, his stature suddenly austere.
