Zhao Haiping looked at the firearm in Li Hongyun's hands, his face betraying his concern.
"Are you sure it's wise to carry so many firearms? It's not that I don't trust your marksmanship, but the accuracy of these things really doesn't depend solely on shooting skills."
Li Hongyun chuckled, "That's exactly why I brought them!
"Don't worry, leave the covering fire to me."
Zhao Haiping instinctively distrusted the firearms of the era; after all, once the distance increased, who knew where the bullets would end up, with no comparison whatsoever to the high-precision firearms of later generations.
Indeed, their power surpassed that of bows and arrows, but their range and accuracy were indeed not very trustworthy.
Nevertheless, Zhao Haiping still had to trust his comrade.
"Then I'm going in!"
Before the echo of Zhao Haiping's words had faded, he had already leapt out.
