Gletchev's words were even colder than the cold winds of early spring, and made the other five people present fully realize the bloody and cruel reality: none of the guards survived.

The head of the guard's throat moved, and said with some difficulty: "You are right, the palace guards are all carefully selected from the army, how could they die so easily, they must have been plotted." ”

"But the question is, why are so many guards plotted at the same time?", Gletchev frowned, "this is really unusual, if there is a time order, the rest of the guards will definitely rise up and resist." Judging from this village, there is no trace of a battle at all. ”

When he said this, everyone felt that this village was weird and abnormal, which made people shudder.

"It's better to get back to the carriage and leave the place of right and wrong. Lisbon said.

Emperor Grievous nodded, and decisively ordered, "Let's go!", and as he said that, he hurried back to the carriage with the others, preparing to leave the village.

"Your Majesty, shall we return to Shenghui City?, or continue on?", asked the chief of the guard, who acted as the coachman.

"Forward!", Grievous the Great barely hesitated, "the enemy is so strange and ferocious, it must have been well planned and set up many traps, and going back is just throwing himself into a net." If we rush to the road, this is only three days away from the city guards, and as long as we break through, there will still be life. At the critical moment, the Emperor was unusually calm.

"Drive!", with the whip of the chief guard, the carriage ran forward frantically like an arrow off the string to the neighing of the horses. And the chief of the guard didn't care about the horsepower at all at this time, but just blindly whipped the horse fast, driving the horse to run forward desperately.

"Everyone divide the dry food and take it with them. Lisbon took out the dry rations that had been prepared in the carriage.

"Although the four horses pulling the cart are all rare good horses in the palace, these horses will not last long if they run so violently, and the next thing is up to us. Then he looked at Frey again, "You're a first-class rider, how long do you think these four horses will last?"

"It's only half a day's work. Frey replied immediately.

"That's enough, this half-day journey is worth a whole day, I just hope nothing happens on the road. However, as soon as Lisbon finished speaking, only the rapid whistle of the chief guard and the painful neighing of the horses were heard, and the whole carriage shook as if it were about to fall apart.

"Something's wrong!", Gletchev shouted, his reaction was extremely fast! he drew his knife and split the carriage directly, and with the other hand he dragged Grievous the Great and jumped out of the carriage!

At this time, he was still hiding in the carriage as a live target for the enemy!, so he immediately dragged the emperor out of the carriage, and the other three people in the carriage also jumped down.

It's just that the expected attack did not come, except for the fact that one side of the carriage was split in half by Gletchev himself, nothing else happened.

"What's the matter?, why did the carriage stop suddenly?", Lisbon asked the chief of the guard in a hurry.

"Guys, look ahead. Following the direction of the chief guard's finger, everyone realized that the official road had been blocked by a pile of timber.

The first log had been stripped of its bark, and the words "Where Grievous died today" were written in thick ink and color!

In broad daylight, against the backdrop of the miserable white wooden heart, these big characters were clear and conspicuous! The black strokes were like sharp blades, inserted into the hearts of these people present.

Between the horizontal and vertical skimming of that word, there was an undisguised and incomparably profound killing intent! Even Emperor Grievous, whose face did not change after the landslide, could not help but take a step back at this time.

"Nonsense!", the chief guard was so angry that he drew his saber and was about to smash the wood in front of him.

"Don't be reckless!", Gletchev hurriedly stopped, "There may be an ambush between these logs!"

However, before the chief of the guard could come forward, there was a loud bang, and the pile of wood exploded as easily as fireworks. The scattered pieces of wood and sawdust were like fireworks, erupting in all directions under the guidance of the great force, and the sharpness of the roots turned into sharp hidden weapons that could kill people under the blessing of huge kinetic energy, and they were scattered indiscriminately.

"Be careful!", the six people hurriedly stepped back, but before they could make a move, a puff of black smoke suddenly erupted from the scattered wood towards them. Before I got closer, just the slightest smell made people feel dizzy and nauseous, and they were so thirsty that they wanted to vomit.

"It's poison gas!Cover your mouth and nose!", Lisbon shouted.

They were retreating with all their might, but before they had run a few steps, they saw a burst of black dots from far and near in their sight, and in the scream that tore through the air, it was only a blink of an eye before their eyes.

That little bit of sharp, dangerous, and deadly cold light can be clearly seen!

It's a crossbow bolt! Only a crossbow bolt can shoot straight horizontally, and it can be so fast!

First they attracted attention with exaggerated words and trees blocking the road, then the explosion of sawdust and sprayed poison gas forced the Emperor and his party to retreat, unleashing crossbow bolts in the direction of their retreat route. Interlocking, pressing step by step, they have to put the emperor to death.

Again he swung his sword, and a strong wind rose up, and the strong force of the wind carried the dust raised on the ground, like a long yellow-brown snake, blowing most of the crossbow arrows away or retracting them, and defusing the crisis.

However, there were still some arrows that were affected by the strong wind, but they still shot at the Emperor and them. These specially made arrows are fired by the army's special crossbows, and they are so powerful that even such strong winds cannot change the trajectory of their flight.

However, Grievous the Great only needed the little time that Gretchev delayed. He recited the incantation silently, and layers of earthen walls were erected, side by side, like solid shields. After shooting through several layers of earthen walls, the arrows eventually fell into the dirt with all their strength.

Despite being out of danger, the emperor's and his party did not have the slightest joy on their faces, because the enemy who had been hiding in the shadows finally appeared. There were so many of them that they all gasped.

There are hundreds, if not thousands, of people!

Dressed in patches and coarse cloth with large holes exposed, and many of them even had dirt on their faces, they looked like ordinary peasants.

At this time, the emperor and his entourage suddenly realized why they hadn't found anything abnormal before: it turned out that these people were pretending to be farmers working in the fields, and there were so many of them, I am afraid that the peasants they saw along the way were all pretended to be these people.

That is, from beginning to end, they were under the surveillance of these assassins. Like a prey stuck in a spider's web, no matter how much it struggles and escapes, it still can't escape the hunt of its pursuers.