Soon, sounds of chaos erupted outside, with horses neighing and people shouting.
"What's happening?"
King Liangzhou quickly pulled aside the carriage curtains, his eyes still bleary from intoxication, and saw torches flickering wildly in front, shadows crossing each other.
The voice of the guard commander came out of the darkness: "Quick, protect the Prince! There's an ambush!"
Almost simultaneously, dozens of dark figures rushed out from the woods on either side of the official road, swooping towards the convoy like phantoms.
They wore night attire, faces masked, weapons glinting coldly under the moonlight.
"Kill them! Leave no one alive!" The leading assassin's voice was icy, and with the command, the black-clad figures surged forward like a tide.
With a clang, the guard commander drew his sword to fend off the first assassin charging towards them and shouted fiercely: "Form ranks! Protect the Prince's carriage!"
