"What's the use of this?"

Taking advantage of the scattering of the group, Goodale used the cover of darkness to reach the area that the belt had just told him.

There, he found a disc and a short stick buried in the ground, and then asked such questions.

"This..."

The belt was about to answer him when gunshots rang out in the distance. Goodale then lay down, fired a few shots forward, and continued to ask for his belt. "What's next? It's dangerous here, why don't we get out of here first? ”

"Leave?" The sound of the belt became excited. "That's the best opportunity."

"Opportunity?" Goodale fell on his stomach, dodging the shells that exploded more than a dozen meters in front of him. "You mean shell fragments?"

"Nope." The belt said. "You slowly step back a little."

Goodale did as he was told. "And then?"

"Turn sideways." The belt said slowly. "Yes, turn around slowly. Then, pick up the gun, put on the tranquilizer --- you have this bullet, right. Good.... That's the angle, fire! ”

Goodale pulled the trigger. Moments later, the battle log showed that he had hit the target.

"I hit the enemy?" Goodale suddenly became excited. "Can you see the enemy in the dark?"

"Nope." The belt replied. "It's your teammates."

"What!?" Goodale was taken aback. "But... But.... What's going on, being able to attack teammates? Is that the use of those two things? ”

"Crawl over slowly." The belt said. "Then you'll know what I mean by 'opportunity.'"

Goodale was a little flustered and wanted to refuse.

But even if you refuse, what can you do? The shot has already been fired ....

He hesitated for a moment, but finally did what the voice on his belt said.

All around, enemy bullets kept passing and shells exploded. To make matters worse, there are arrows that fit this era falling from the sky.

Perhaps as luck would have it, Goodale was lucky enough to avoid all attacks while moving. Subsequently, he spotted the man he had hit.

His name seems to be Nathan? Goodale looked at his body and found wounds on his chest, arms, shoulders, and legs. And his own shot seemed to be in his back.

"He's badly wounded." There was such a sound coming from the belt. "If you don't kill him, he won't live long. If he is killed by someone else, then the equipment on his body will fall into the hands of someone else. ”

"And then?" Goodall asked angrily. "He didn't offend me, should I kill him?"

"Of course not." The belt said. "Take out that disc from just now. Yes, put it on him. ”

Goodale did as he was told, and a moment later he noticed a faint red glow on the disk. After a few moments, Nathan's injuries were healing, and his musket was gone, his coat was gone---- all appeared on the disc.

Muskets, butts, cartridge belts, coats, a few potions, a few scrolls.... Goodale picked up one of them and was surprised to find that it was not equipped by the owner, and he could use it himself.

He looked around and hurriedly put it all into his personal space. Then, in surprise and trembling, he opened his mouth to the belt, "Is its function to steal equipment from others?" ”

"The other person needs to be unconscious and have some connection with you." There was such a sound coming from the belt. "Both of these items were used by a former traitor, and they contain magical powers that allow you to attack your teammates for a certain amount of time, gaining equipment from them after they lose consciousness or die."

"Wouldn't that be a little bit bad?" Goodall said with some weakness. "I feel a little sorry for them."

"People are not rich without windfalls, and horses are not fertile without night grass." The belt persuaded. "Look at the weapons and equipment on him, isn't it much better than yours? Why? ”

"If the chief doesn't approve of you, don't you approve of yourself either? Your teammates bully you, do you still care if you're worthy of them? When will you grow up by tying your hands and feet like that? Impossible! In that case, the distance between you and them will only widen! ”

"That's right, but...."Goodall hesitated.

"If it affects the big picture and leads to danger, then it may not be appropriate." The belt persuaded again. "But aren't you sure you'll win? Didn't your teammates often go their own way, and after a victory, the commander ignored their actions? ”

"That's right... However, the current situation is not good... Do so..."

"That kind of thing, it has nothing to do with you." The belt said. "That's something your chief needs to think about. Remember, don't think about them, they won't think about you anyway; As an ordinary member, don't think about the big picture, for you now, that's not appropriate. ”

"Besides, only when the situation is not good, we can have such an opportunity, and it is the safest. If you can win, you can win anything. It doesn't matter if you take a few of your teammates' equipment. In such a situation, after the fact, no one will come to you for trouble, and will only think that the enemy did it. ”

"If you don't take it, when you win later, these people will still despise you, despise you, and blackmail you. Do you really want to take care of such people and give up the rare opportunity to grow yourself? ”

Goodale shuddered.

"If you really don't want to, you can give him back the equipment." Finally, the belt said. Then continue to blend in with the team and attack a few casual times. Anyway, the situation is not very favorable at the moment, and it is entirely possible that the officials will retreat to a more suitable place with the main forces and then launch a counterattack. At that point, they should notify you and may not leave you alone..."

Goodale remained silent. After a few moments, he took what he had just learned out of his personal space and played with it. After a while, he swallowed his saliva with great difficulty.

"You...."

What else is the belt going to say. But this time, Goodale interrupted him.

"Who are we going to attack next?"

There was a hint of determination in his voice. In the expression he revealed, he also made up his mind with a very difficult time.

"Left." Such a sound came from the belt. "The lone man who is shooting at the enemy."

"Grab your gun and aim at him. Tranquilizer bullets will do, and once he loses consciousness, he can get his equipment. ”

"Nope." Goodale dismissed the belt. "Just kill him."

"Oh?" This time, it was the belt's turn to be surprised.

"Like you said, they don't recognize me, they don't care about me, they blackmail me. Well, I don't need to care about them. ”

"In that case, it's much better to kill them directly than to make them unconscious." Goodale calmly changed the bullet and took aim, saying at the same time.

With that, he glanced at Nathan's body next to him.

"This, too, has to be solved."