In the room, under the dim light, everyone was loading bullets into magazines.
To Lance's surprise, there were also two drum magazines here.
He was loading bullets as well. Currently, there weren't any special tools for fast loading, so every bullet had to be manually pressed in.
Perhaps he could register a patent?
But for now, he had to deal with the immediate problem.
Everyone was silent; there were definitely enough bullets, but the things they were about to face always brought some fear.
Lance decided to start a conversation to ease everyone's tension and to inspire their fighting spirit.
"Hiram, where are you from?"
Hiram, caught off guard, didn't react immediately. After a few seconds, he mentioned a name from the Imperial State.
"I have two brothers; one of them has already died on the battlefield, and the other, I don't know when he will die. They didn't want me to be sent to the battlefield, so they sent me here."