Book 1 Chapter 30.1 - Half Dog

As he stood outside Saratoga, Su sighed inwardly with sorrow. 

These walls made from wooden strips, iron sheets that were covered in stains of rust, crude houses that were covered in tattered materials and in disastrous states, as well as the people who carried outdated guns or even more primitive firearms all formed the world Su was truly familiar with. 

Regardless of whether it was the earthen colored camouflage combat clothes, or the gun on his back that was clearly different in shape compared to the olden-era firearms and the golden gun case hanging from the side of his leg, it made him appear completely different from the inhabited area’s refugees. For those surviving in the wilderness, there was an easy and effective way to recognize strength. In their eyes, those wearing clothes without patches, carrying metal objects that were clean and fascinating, and firearms of strange shapes represented irresistible strength. Of...