I Became A Black Merchant In Another World

Before the invention of breech-loading rifles, the outcome of battles was often determined by momentum.

A surprise attack would break the enemy’s momentum and win the battle, or by amassing a large army, the momentum could be seized by sheer numerical advantage, leading to victory.

In the age I live in, there are still no breech-loading rifles...

‘If we seize the momentum, we’ll definitely win.’

And we’re armed with advanced technology that is far beyond the understanding of the brown-skinned barbarians (who are not free labor).

With our spirits high, overcoming a 40-to-1 disadvantage is like child’s play.

"Aim!"

At my command, 100 soldiers aimed their guns at the approaching enemy from three directions.

These barbarians weren’t even flinching at the sight of our new weapons.

Are they crazy, or are they excited about the idea of sacrificing us as offerings?

Are they so deranged that they’ve lost their minds after eating human brains?

After a brief pause, the enemy entered effective range.