"Where did the gunfire come from?" The dwarf officer hiding in the corner adjusted the steel helmet on his head, observing the surroundings cautiously and loudly shouting to his men on the other side of the street.
Several men crouched timidly in the snow, shaking their heads and shouting back, "Didn't see anyone, no idea what's going on!"
In the room where the gunshots had sounded, the dwarf soldiers naturally knew what was going on. They instinctively wanted to dodge and were almost ready to surrender when they realized the opponent was holding an old single-shot rifle.
Because the old man had never truly shot anyone, he stood there in a daze, not even thinking about reloading his weapon. Suddenly coming to his senses, he subconsciously whispered to his granddaughter behind him, "Quick... run."
He knew he had killed someone and also knew these people wouldn't let him go. But at the last moment, he still thought of his granddaughter, the girl only in her teens.
