Guard Ma hit the horse again and said, "Old Zhang, it seems that this old lady is fine. She should be the peasant woman who just went to the back of the canyon to pick potatoes."
Shiwei Zhang looked at the old woman, and he was always feeling a little uneasy.
It’s not too late or too late, but a peasant woman appeared at this time. Is it a coincidence? Or is it deliberately arranged to block the way and delay everyone’s time?
Thinking of this, Guard Zhang gave up the idea of making people explore the way, tightened his eyebrows, and whispered: "Everyone obeys the order, move forward immediately and pass through the canyon."
With a command, hundreds of horses galloped and dust flew
"My potatoes, my potatoes, don't trample my potatoes," the old woman begged loudly.
For the pleas of such people, the guards of the royal palace who are usually arbitrary and domineering will completely regard it as a wind in their ears.
Under the leadership of Guard Zhang, they rushed into the canyon quickly.
With a loud "boom--" a potato trampled by a horse's hooves exploded, disturbing the team's progression
The guard Zhang in front immediately pulled the reins tightened and shouted: "It's a trap, everyone should pay attention..."
Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, he was hit by a huge rock rolling down the cliff.
The guards guards beside the carriage felt a flash of sight before their eyes, and huge rocks rolled down from the cliff.
He hurriedly stopped moving forward and shouted at the carriage: "Prince, something is wrong, we are ambushed!"
"Let them stop those traitors, protect me and escape back to Xilin City!" Prince Shuo shouted in panic in the carriage.
Unexpectedly, Prince Shuo's voice had not yet fallen, "Where to run!" A delicate shout sounded, and a colorful glow flashed
The old woman who was unable to move just now took off in the air, waving the seven-color streamers in her hand, and rushed towards Prince Shuo's car like a bamboo shoot.
She was moving very fast, and the seven-color streamers around her body were like sharp quick knives, breaking a path of blood in the crowd!
Guard Ma was stunned. You should know that these guards in the royal palace were not the wine bags they neglected to practice on weekdays!
In order to ensure the safety of Prince Shuo, they are all martial arts masters!
But now they were like tofu and were killed by an old woman. How could this situation not be surprising?
However, after all, Ma Shiwei was a person who had been making a living on the tip of the knife for a long time. He quickly came to his senses and ordered his left and right: "Concentrate the formation and don't let her rush in."