Chapter 127 I've Walked on Thin Ice All My Life (Vote for Monthly Tickets)_2

Audric went back to the attic and pulled a long-handled brush from under the bed. He peeled away the fabric wrapped around the brush handle, revealing a gun barrel underneath. Then, he removed the bulbous brush head, uncovering a wooden stock inside.

Soon, a British-made Brown Bess 1742 flintlock appeared in his hands.

From the other end of the brush handle, he retrieved gunpowder and lead bullets, skillfully loaded the muzzle, and handed the musket to the red-haired "underling," ordering, "When the carriage carrying the gold passes by, take a shot in that direction."

"Huh?" The red-haired man squinted at the road in the distance, puzzled. "Boss, isn't that too far? I probably won't hit anything."

"Idiot, we're just signaling! Firing a shot will let our men know it's time to act."