On the official road of Black Tiger Ridge, the rapid, chaotic sound of horse hooves was like hail hitting the ground...
Three carriages galloped wildly, with lanterns hanging on them, swinging chaotically...
The coach drivers were clearly veterans, half-squatting in a horse stance at the front of the carriage, loosely holding the reins, and continuously whipping the horse's buttocks...
Black Tiger Ridge is a big slope. Just having climbed up it, the horses' buttocks were already full of overlapping blood marks. Now, descending the slope, the carriage sped faster, the horseshoes clanking chaotically on the hard ground...
At this moment, three thick hemp ropes suddenly tightened on the official road, entwined with black iron thorns.
At this time, the three carriages were rushing downhill, and the three thick hemp ropes suddenly sprung from the ground. The coach drivers had no time to react, and the first horse pulling the carriage already collided with the ropes...
