On the Qin Straight Road, a carriage made of fine wood and inlaid with gold edges slowly moved forward. Surrounding it were the Black Ice Guards wearing iron armor and holding spears, who scanned the surroundings vigilantly.
Qin Shihuang's carriage sped past as fast as an arrow, and the mud splashed by the wheels fell like raindrops.
Qin Shihuang sat in the spacious carriage, reading the memorials in his hands with a focused expression.
His brows were slightly furrowed and his eyes were sharp.
Suddenly, he put down the memorial, reached out to open the car window, and looked at the scenery rapidly receding outside the window.
"How long will it take to arrive?"
Qin Shihuang's low voice echoed in the carriage.
Zhao Gao was sitting on the steps outside the carriage. When he heard Qin Shihuang's question, he immediately replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, we have reached the border of Shangjun. In another incense stick of time, we should be able to see the welcoming team."
Qin Shihuang nodded slightly, closed the memorial in his hand, and then took out a plate of cakes from the drawer of the car.
This is the most famous osmanthus cake in Xianyang City. It is golden in color, fragrant, and can be preserved for half a month.
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Qin Shihuang placed the pastries on the small table in the car, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
I heard that Fusu has been doing quite well on the frontier recently.
The child seemed to love the osmanthus cake from Xianyang City the most.
Qin Shihuang thought silently in his heart.
At this moment, an arrow suddenly shot from a distance and flew straight towards Qin Shihuang's carriage.
The arrow was extremely fast, with a sharp sound of wind, and it reached the carriage in the blink of an eye. However, this carriage was not an ordinary carriage, but a carefully modified bronze carriage, which was extremely sturdy.
The arrow hit the carriage with a dull sound, and then went straight into the outer layer of the carriage without penetrating inside.
Qin Shihuang sat in the car, unaffected at all, but his face had turned gloomy.
"Quickly escort! Someone is trying to assassinate your Majesty!" Zhao Gao screamed, his voice was sharp and piercing. His face was full of fear.
"The tyrannical Qin was constantly killing people. It was unkind and unjust. It exterminated the six kingdoms. It was against the will of heaven. We must kill this tyrant today and avenge our country!" The leading assassin shouted loudly, the long sword in his hand flashing with a cold light.
The Black Ice Guards would not sit still and wait for death. They were well-trained and reacted quickly, and immediately attacked the assassin. The two sides instantly engaged in a fierce battle, and the swords collided with each other, making a crisp collision sound.
The assassins who tried to kill Qin Shi Huang were numerous, and it was obviously an elaborate operation planned by the remnants of the six kingdoms. They cooperated well, their swordsmanship was fierce, and every move was intended to kill.
As time went on, the battle became more intense, and the space around the carriage gradually expanded. Although the Black Ice Guards were brave, they gradually became powerless in the face of so many assassins.
At this moment, a man in plain clothes with light sleeves and a handsome face quietly appeared in the dark. He had sharp eyes and a stern expression, like a tiger hiding in the darkness.
At this moment, he was wearing a tight black suit, with a black cloth covering his face, revealing only a pair of cold and resolute eyes.
Zhang Liang held the carefully polished dagger tightly in his hand, the blade flashing with cold light. He silently observed the battle situation and secretly calculated the best time to attack.
The cold wind from the frontier whistled past, making his clothes rustle, but his body was as steady as a rock, as if he had merged with the land.
On the battlefield, the sounds of swords clashing were endless and shouts of killing resounded through the sky.
Zhang Liang stared at the carriage not far away, his eyes revealing determination and resoluteness. When he saw the guards around the carriage being restrained by other assassins, he knew that the opportunity had come.
He took a deep breath and rushed out, pouncing on the carriage like a cheetah. He was so fast that he arrived in front of the carriage in the blink of an eye.
Qin Shi Huang sat in the carriage with a serious expression, looking around vigilantly. Although he was assassinated, he did not lose his composure.
Suddenly, a strong murderous intent came over him, causing Qin Shihuang's heart to tighten suddenly.
A dark figure rushed into the carriage like a ghost, with a cold light flashing in his hand, and stabbed straight at his throat. Qin Shihuang's face was grim, and he dodged sideways nimbly, cleverly avoiding this fatal blow.
Seeing that his first attack failed, Zhang Liang tightly grasped the dagger in his hand and pounced on Qin Shihuang again.
A hint of coldness flashed in Qin Shihuang's eyes. He moved flexibly and easily avoided Zhang Liang's attacks again and again.
At the same time, the Black Ice Guards also noticed something was wrong with the carriage and began to retreat. They surrounded the carriage tightly, trying to protect Qin Shihuang's safety.
The space inside the carriage was small, but Zhang Liang was as free as a fish in water, moving lightly in it. He cleverly avoided the occasional attacks of the Black Ice Guards, while looking for the best time to assassinate Qin Shi Huang.
However, Qin Shihuang was not an ordinary man after all. He quickly grabbed a long sword beside him, swung it hard, and chopped towards Zhang Liang fiercely.
Zhang Liang was startled and narrowly avoided the attack. The sharpness of the sword almost pierced his clothes.
Qin Shi Huang's sword was hindered by the narrow space and could not exert its full power.
However, this gave Zhang Liang an opportunity.
Zhang Liang nimbly dodged the long sword that Qin Shihuang was stabbing at him. He was not afraid of the threat of the sword and resolutely stabbed with the dagger in his hand.
Qin Shihuang did not expect that he would be so decisive. Instead of dodging, he fought back. At the critical moment, a nail accurately pierced Zhang Liang's hand, causing the dagger in his hand to fall off.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Liang quickly distanced himself from Qin Shihuang. This attack also hindered his assassination plan. He realized that he could no longer go on.
"It's Prince Fusu!" Zhao Gao, who had been hiding behind the carriage, shouted in horror.
After hearing the sound, Qin Shihuang looked in the direction where the nail came from, and saw Prince Fusu riding on a horse, holding a weapon lighter than the Qin crossbow, and continuously shooting at the enemy approaching the carriage.
On the other side, Zhang Liang, who had just stepped out of the carriage, happened to meet General Meng Tian, who was quick to capture Zhang Liang.
Qin Shihuang's eyes were always fixed on Prince Fusu.
Fusu's growth in the frontier seems to be considerable.
However, at this moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.
It turned out that an arrow flew from nowhere, like a flash of lightning that cut through the sky and went straight through Prince Fusu's body.
The arrow was so fast that people had no time to react.
Prince Fusu covered his chest in pain and slowly fell to the ground.
Before he lost consciousness, he was still calculating in his mind.
He never imagined that this wave of assassinations was actually directed at him!
The people who shot the arrows from a distance saw that their goal had been achieved, and without hesitation, they signaled their companions to retreat. Their movements were clean and neat, and they were obviously well-trained killers.
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