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

Audric then returned to the attic, flipped out a long-handled brush from under the bed, and moved aside the cloth wrapped around the brush handle to reveal the gun barrel inside. Next, he dismantled the bloated brush head, which concealed a wooden gunstock.

Soon, a British-made Brown Bess 1742 type flintlock gun was in his hands.

He found gunpowder and lead shot from the other end of the brush handle, deftly loaded them into the muzzle, and handed the firearm to the red-haired "henchman," instructing him, "When the gold-carrying carriage comes by later, shoot in that direction."

"Huh?" the red-haired man looked towards the distant road, puzzled, "Boss, that's probably too far to hit anything..."

"Idiot, we're just sounding the alarm. You're to shoot to signal our guys, to let them know it's time to act."