She looked at Balsbolot with a terrified expression, as if seeking his opinion.
But his mind was frantically trying to recall the instructions on how to use the five repeating muskets from the memorial to the throne.
Each tube has a fire door at the rear for attaching the fire wire.
Pre-loaded projectile, ignited and fired.
It can be fired sequentially or all five can be fired simultaneously.
"Get me a batch of this," Balsbolot said casually as he took the tea served by the tea server.
Su Wanwan scoffed:
"What's this?"
Barsbolot narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing her:
"Handgun".
"I can't do it," Su Wanwan said honestly.
Firearms were weapons that only the Divine Machine Battalion and the border troops could be equipped with. They were extremely expensive, and ordinary people had never even seen them.
It's even less likely that we'll ever get in touch with them.
A cold smile played on Balsborot's lips. "Then please come with me, Miss Su..."
Before he could finish speaking, Su Wanwan had already grabbed the musket from the table and pointed it at Balsbolot.
Barsbolot was no pushover either; he suddenly raised his hand and pushed the muzzle of his gun to the side, aiming it directly at Yang Zhen.
He raised an eyebrow and said, "You don't know how to use it."
The sight of five dark gun barrels startled Yang Zhen's companions.
"No way? Firearms from the Shenji Battalion?!" The speaker was Yu Chengen, the grandson of the late Minister of War Yu Zijun. His father was a military officer with the rank of Deputy Commander.
He was fascinated by all kinds of advanced artillery, muskets, and firearms, and knew them all like the back of his hand.
Yang Zhen's pupils contracted sharply, his gaze sweeping sharply over the man struggling with Su Wanwan, and he quickly made a gesture to his guards in the lobby.
The Yang family was also a scholarly family; the grandfather, father, and uncle were all Jinshi (successful candidates in the highest imperial examinations), and the family had a profound cultural heritage.
This eldest grandson of the main branch has become famous at a young age and is a promising talent highly valued by the family. His bodyguards are also top-notch in terms of skills.
At the same time, Su Wanwan's bodyguards, who were hiding nearby, also made their move.
Balsbolot was not alone, and soon a fight broke out among them. Yang Zhen and several of his companions came over to separate Su Wanwan to prevent her from getting hurt.
Su Wanwan had no choice but to stand near the window.
Through the slightly ajar window, Lu Xingjian, carrying a silk rabbit lantern, emerged from the crowd across the street and looked around.
Her pupils contracted sharply.
If there are assassins lying in ambush from the Northern Desert nearby, and they have obtained these five repeating guns, Lu Xingjian will be in grave danger!
She pointed at Balsbolot and shouted, "He's a Tatar spy! Seize him!"
The words "Tartar spy" were like water thrown into a hot oil pan, instantly causing chaos and confusion throughout the teahouse.
Balsbolot and the others, naturally, fought desperately to escape.
The customers in the teahouse all wanted to escape.
The stairwell suddenly became crowded, causing a stampede, and Balsborot and the others were unable to get out for a while.
Lu Xingjian brought Su Wanwan to see the lanterns, and the security measures were quite thorough. Soon, a large number of guards, both overt and covert, surrounded the teahouse.
When Balsbolot was captured, his gaze fell on Su Wanwan.
His face wore a sinister smile, so eerie it sent chills down your spine.
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