"Prepare to hoist!"
A man with the left half of his face burnt, shouted loudly.
As the training officer of Black Sand Region's Mystic Gun unit, Hadel watched his subordinates in satisfaction. There were almost thirty strong and elite soldiers. They were wearing heat insulation gloves as well as glass goggles, and were divided into groups of three. They opened the maintenance box and steadily took out ten streamlined Iron Ash Mystic Guns.
Although they were not the best Mystic Gunmen he had ever trained, in a place like Eckstedt, which generally looked down on the usage of Mystic Guns, these men that belonged to the Black Sand Archduke were considered rare professionals.
This reminded Hadel of his first time touching an old-fashioned and depleted Siegel 5 Mystic Gun as a new recruit.
'But look at these young men.' Hadel sighed, filled with emotions. 'Look at those playthings in their hands.'
