The fire thunder exploded, and the forest was engulfed in smoke.
"What happened?"
The leading bladesman furrowed his brows and asked in a deep voice.
Meanwhile, the dwarf twitched his nose, the smile vanishing from his face, "They have new firearms in their hands, it's a musket!"
Upon hearing this, the bladesman's expression changed. He immediately retrieved two black pills from his waist, shook his wrist, and threw them onto the ground in front of him.
Bang bang!
With two muffled sounds, the area was instantly shrouded in a multicolored, pungent smoke, obscuring the view around them.
The three ghosts of Wuchang swiftly changed their positions and hid behind the nearby big trees.
They had been in hiding for many years, not in the wilderness, but by changing identities, wandering in places like Jinling.
Naturally, they understood the changes brought by new firearms and schemed to rob a batch of new gunpowder.
