Only able to prepare the first round of ammunition in advance, taking the first move to deal the initial burst of damage, and then directly switching to blades...
With this strategy, the ammunition consumption isn’t really a major issue. Gu Mo wouldn’t hesitate to use it. After all, in regular combat, not every shot hits. Most of them miss, so using one or two extra rounds to finish off isn’t wasteful. Keeping these soldiers alive is far more valuable than saving a couple of bullets.
Amid the swirling foggy camp, the iron cannon foot soldiers gathered in groups of three or five, forming several small teams to start cleaning up the battlefield in different directions.
This strange fog didn’t dissipate with the ergence of the sun. The visibility remained low. Things farther away were still blurry and indistinct. The distant mountain paths and forests appeared as vague silhouettes.
Gu Mo glanced around. Under such conditions, he worried that his vision might overlook so details, even though he could see the health bars. But if his line of sight didn’t match, the health bars might not show up, so he instructed the soldiers to finish off anything they found suspicious.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the black-haired girl standing beside him, gazing at the battlefield, seemingly lost in thought. He blinked his eyes.
"Ah Xiu, you’ve worked hard. Co, co, have so water and rest for a bit..." Gu Mo approached, eagerly offering the water bag hanging from the horse. This was truly invaluable; their mission depended on her. "Speaking of which, are you tired? Want a shoulder massage? No? Ah, that’s a pity..."
Under Hidechika’s helpless yet firm head shakes, he sighed regretfully, not really knowing what he was lanting.
While waiting, he leaned against the gentle black old horse, hands slid into his pocket, feeling the presence of the "inventory" and began to sort through his loot.
In the recent battle, he wasn’t sure how many Demon Ghosts he had slain and hadn’t counted, but there were at least seven or eight light spots of dropped items... Gu Mo instinctively glanced at the direction of warmth and heat that only he could sense. Beside him, the invisible large fox guarded him, with nine tails swaying like flas.
Since acquiring the Guardian Spirit, quite a bit of ti has passed, but there didn’t seem to be any significant changes. Those effects ant for regular protection seed hard to notice. After all, things like increased fire damage or fire resistance were either not needed at the mont or had no direct comparison.
It wasn’t until now that he realized the protection was indeed there. Though he didn’t quite grasp the concept of "Luck 70," he did feel a significant increase in monster drop rates.
Quickly scanning the newly acquired items, he found that more than half were material items like Spirit Stones and Ghost Horns. Likely, even with increased luck, these minor enemies could only increase drop rates but could not drop items beyond their level.
Fortunately, there were two intriguing items that seed useful.
——"Gunpowder Bullet."
One was a slightly sooty clay jar wrapped in fuse cords, which looked familiar... Hmm, it was the Warring States grenade, also known as a gunpowder bullet. Gu Mo sighed, thinking it’s fortunate to find such oddities, better than nothing.
The other was a bamboo tube-shaped container, its opening well sealed...
"Divine Water."
At last, he saw this familiar item, which, while common in gas, seed rare in this world now... Speaking of which, he realized he had never encountered an "Immortal Elixir," which apparently did not exist here as a simple, ubiquitous life-saving item.
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