More than forty workers from Anxin Food Factory stood in uniform, yet each was armed with a homemade musket. The Old Village Chief, leading them, carried a bolt-action rifle. Behind him, two villagers pulled a flatbed cart—the kind usually reserved for hauling freight—carrying an old-fashioned mountain artillery piece, with one of the men holding a lit torch.
This formation...
It wasn't just Uncle Li who stared in dumbfounded silence; even Hou Yong was stunned.
Chapter 232