The people upstairs had heard the gunshots from below as well.
At first, everyone was surprised.
After all, in their past understanding, on this land of Shen Zhou, it was mostly one kind of person who would have guns.
Soldiers.
Or those belonging to the military's security units.
But very quickly, the team leader realized that something was amiss.
The sounds from below had a strange muffled quality to them, to these professional soldiers' ears, like phlegm stuck in one's throat that just wouldn't come out.
This was a characteristic of homemade guns made by civilians.
After all, the craftsmanship was obvious.
Could it be that the people who had come were not the reinforcements from the outpost?
The captain immediately ordered his subordinates to open one of the windows in the room to check on the situation outside.
