Who exactly is he?
How many secrets does he keep hidden in his heart?
The next morning, as dawn broke.
The city gate of Shannan Prefecture slowly opened, and a team was ready to set off.
Leading the group was Lu Fei, dressed in military uniform, exuding heroic spirit.
Behind him followed a squad of well-equipped musketeer soldiers, each carrying a brand-new musket.
The dark muzzle of the gun gleamed coldly, appearing particularly chilling in the morning light.
In the center of the procession, several horse-drawn carriages covered with thick tarpaulins stood out.
It contained the muskets that Lu Yan had been working day and night to make over the past few days.
Lu Yan stood at the city gate and patted Lu Fei on the shoulder.
His words carried a solemn tone:
"The journey to the capital is long, so please be careful and deliver the muskets safely."
Lu Fei clasped his hands in acceptance of the order:
"Rest assured, sir, I will certainly not fail in my mission!"
Watching the procession disappear into the distance, Lu Yan turned and returned to his residence, but a sense of unease lingered in his heart.
This batch of muskets is of great significance, as it relates to the military strength of the Datong Dynasty.
It also relates to his collaboration with Chen Qingwan, and there is no room for the slightest mistake.
Meanwhile, in the capital city, at Liu An's residence.
"Master, a batch of mysterious weapons from Shannan Prefecture is being transported to the capital."
A man in black knelt on one knee and reported in a low voice.
Liu An's face was gloomy as he lightly tapped his fingers on the table:
"Hmph, Lu Yan, do you really think you can control everything?"
"I'd like to see if your batch of weapons can get into Beijing smoothly!"
He waved his hand:
"Give the order to intercept and kill the transport convoy, and make sure they recover all the weapons!"
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