Struggle in the Steam Age

Half an hour later, they appeared in a quiet alley near the city center. Originally, it only took 20 minutes to take a public carriage, but it was a pity that they met the off-duty time unfortunately.

"You can even block a carriage. It's really insightful." Lawrence complained about traffic jams in his heart, a big city disease that couldn't be improved even in another world, and then swallowed the remaining hot dog in his hand. On the way here, Lawrence found that there were three or four mobile vendors selling all kinds of food next to each carriage station. This hot dog was bought at the station when he got off the carriage.

"Gunpowder Street, if you want to buy a gun in Eagle Fort, this is the best place." Edward also swallowed the sandwich he bought before, and then motioned to Lawrence: "Come with me, I know There is a store that my father frequents."

Unlike the central commercial street I just passed by, the lights of the shops on this street are darker, and there are not so many shops. Most importantly, none of them have windows for displaying goods. But through the open door, you can see all kinds of firearms hanging on the walls of the shop.

The White Eagle Federation does not ban guns, and any adult citizen has the right to buy guns. However, if you do not apply for a special gun license, the firearms that ordinary people can buy are limited to pistols and smoothbore rifles.

"Okay, here we are." Just as Lawrence was thinking about these things, Edward who was leading the way stopped in his tracks. "Black Iron Weapons, this is the company."

Lawrence raised his head, only to find that this shop was no different from other shops on this street: there were also large murals of advertisements related to firearms on the wall, and a small door was open. On the door was a small iron plate with the name Black Iron Weapon written on it in white paint.

"Welcome, children." A burly man with a thick beard that hangs down to his belt walked over and welcomed Lawrence, "Welcome to Black Iron Weapons, where you can buy what you want weapons, I guarantee their quality is good enough."

"It turned out to be a gun shop run by a dwarf." Lawrence immediately recognized the race of the man in front of him. No wonder Edward swore that this was the best gun shop on this street just now.

The homeland of the dwarves is a few countries located in the vast mountains in the north and central part of the old continent, but after the beginning of the era of great exploration, some dwarves left their hometowns for the new continent together with humans. And now this dwarf is likely to be the descendant of those dwarf pioneers back then.

Like the legends Lawrence had heard in his previous life, the dwarves were good at making all kinds of metal objects. For example, two of the five famous gun brands in the New World were founded by dwarves.

"Little Edward, what's the matter with you?" The dwarf uncle asked with concern after recognizing Edward, looking at his arm hanging on his chest. "Who would actually attack you?"

"I don't know either, Uncle Rick." Edward showed a helpless expression, "It may have something to do with someone in my previous competition who didn't obey the rules."

"It's just too hateful." The dwarf named Rick said angrily, "If I catch this troublemaker, I will definitely tell him what he shouldn't do with my fist."

After speaking, he glanced at Lawrence and asked, "Are you Edward's friend, are you here to buy a gun?"

"Yes." Lawrence raised the brim of his hat slightly to reveal the bandage on his head. "Edward and I participated in the same competition and were attacked on the same day. So I want to buy some weapons to defend myself now."

"It's a good practice. Men should fight back against the enemy's conspiracy face to face." Dwarf Rick patted Lawrence's forearm approvingly and asked, "By the way, have you ever used a gun before?"

"Used." Lawrence nodded. "My hometown is in a small town along the mainland railway line, there are goblins in that place every year, so I learned how to use guns to protect myself when I was eleven or twelve years old. It's just that I have always used that kind of equipment before. Linen-chambered muzzle-loading rifles and revolvers."

"It's good if you have experience." The dwarf nodded and led them to the direction of the big counter. "However, I recommend you to use firearms with metal shell ammunition. They are more convenient and safer to use. It's just that the bullets are more expensive than the past They’re more expensive, and since they’ve only been around for a couple of years, they might not be easy to refill in small places.”

Having said that, the dwarf lifted a board and came behind the counter, then turned around and continued talking to Lawrence. "Of course, if you want an old model gun and ammunition I have it here too. And the quality is guaranteed to be good."

"It's okay, we need to use guns with new ammunition." Lawrence immediately made his choice. As a puppet military fan in his previous life, he didn't know that those old-style firearms would be eliminated sooner or later. Weapons with metal shells represent the future. direction.

"You want a rifle for a pistol." Dwarf Rick asked after opening the cabinet door and bending down.

"pistol."

"Then look at this." Rick took out a box made of pine from the counter and opened it. "The latest product from the Volcanic Company, the 'Lightning' double-action revolver. She only weighs three pounds, but can fire six at a time." A .45 one-piece smokeless powder high-caliber round, and a 5.5" barrel that gives her great accuracy. All in all, I think it's a very good pistol."

"Uncle Rick has a lot of research on firearms. If you don't have a clear goal, I personally suggest that you take his advice. At least everyone agrees that his opinions in this area are very professional." Edward said in a low voice. Lawrence said.

Lawrence stepped forward to look at the pistol in the box. It was quite different from the pistols he had seen in his previous life: it was a pistol made purely of wood and steel, and all its components were perfectly stitched together. The metal surface is covered with a beautiful burnished blue, and the black walnut handle is also engraved with detailed anti-slip patterns and an erupting volcano logo. In short, this gun looks like a work of art, but it also exudes a trace of murderous.

"It's a nice gun, but can I test fire it?"

"Of course." Rick picked up the pistol from the box, then took out a box of ammunition from a drawer behind him, and led Lawrence and the others to the underground shooting range.

The downward passage was hidden behind a cabinet in the store. After pulling the switch to remove the cabinet, the three of them walked down the stone steps step by step by the light of the wrought iron oil lamp hanging from the ceiling.

"Aren't the gas lamps like those on the road brighter? Why are oil lamps still used here?" When he was going down the stairs, Lawrence almost stepped on the ground because of the shadow, but fortunately he held onto the wall next to him.

"Little guy, I want to use gas lamps too." said the dwarf walking in front. "But what are the consequences of using this kind of flammable gas in a confined space? Our dwarves have learned enough lessons when they were mining before. I don't want to wake up one day and the whole store will be gone."

"So that's the case!" Lawrence finally understood why he had only seen gas lamps in relatively empty places like classrooms or roadsides.

"Okay, we're here." They didn't go far before they heard Rick, who was leading the way, shout. Sure enough, after walking down three or four steps, Lawrence felt that he was on a flat ground.

"Welcome to the Joint Range, where all the test shooting on this street takes place," Rick said as he opened the door, and the sound of gunfire burst through the door, drowning out their conversation.