Ying Zheng could make countless mistakes, but they only had one chance. Once they failed, it would be almost impossible to find such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity again.
Zhang Liang clearly understood this principle as well. He gritted his teeth and decided, "Shoot...the last one!"
Indeed, he has no time to consider which carriage contains the true form of Ying Zheng.
We must act swiftly, or we will miss our opportunity.
Left with no other choice, Zhang Liang could only rely on his observations and judgments to ultimately choose a carriage that looked similar as the target for this assassination.
"The last one? Then leave it to me!"
Upon hearing this, the warrior nodded, then shouldered the 120-pound iron hammer beside him and charged out of the woods.
Like a god descending to earth, it used the downward force to rush towards the last carriage drawn by six horses.
It carried an aura of wanting to smash it to pieces.
The wind howls, and the Yi River is cold!
"Thump! Thump!"
The sound of footsteps rang out, and the sudden appearance of the warriors naturally attracted the attention of the Qin soldiers.
"Protect the Emperor! There's an assassin!"
"Everyone, protect His Majesty's safety!"
"Protect His Majesty!"
Immediately, more than a dozen Qin soldiers nearby sprang into action.
Their rigorous training over a long period of time made them extremely efficient, and they quickly formed a human wall, intending to protect His Majesty the First Emperor with their own bodies.
However, their actions allowed the warriors to identify which carriage Ying Zei was riding in.
Where Qin soldiers gather, it must be where Ying Zheng is!
There were only a dozen or so Qin soldiers; as long as he charged fast and fiercely enough, they couldn't possibly stop him.
At this moment, the warrior seemed to be a god descended from heaven, possessed by the god of war, fearless!
I will slay gods and Buddhas alike!
He was convinced that the assassination would succeed!
The Qin soldiers, clad in full armor, were no match for his pace and were all sent flying.
Closer, even closer.
Ten steps!
Nine steps!
Five steps!
Three steps!
The magnificent imperial carriage of the Qin Emperor is right before our eyes; now is the time to make our mark!
The warrior's eyes widened, and he raised his hands high, swinging his large iron hammer with all his might, smashing it down on the imperial carriage in front of him.
"boom!"
The luxurious carriage instantly shattered into pieces, with wood chips flying everywhere.
As the warrior charged down, Zhang Liang, hidden in the jungle, watched the scene intently, silently encouraging himself:
"Closer, closer!"
"Well done! Smash it! Smash it all!"
"Holy crap, we failed!"
Then, after the carriage was smashed, Zhang Liang noticed with his sharp eyes that there was nothing inside.
His expression changed, and he no longer cared about the martial arts master. He quickly got up and slipped away.
Nonsense, if we don't leave now, we won't be able to escape.
"Protect the Emperor! There's an assassin!"
"Everyone, protect His Majesty's safety!"
"Protect His Majesty!"
The carriage was smashed with a loud bang, instantly alarming everyone.
Faced with the approaching assassins, every Qin warrior displayed a fearless spirit, wielding their long spears and charging forward.
What a powerful warrior!
After his first attack failed, he remained calm and continued to wield his large iron hammer, sweeping across the enemy ranks. All the armored soldiers in his path were sent flying, and none of them could withstand a single blow.
The warrior was single-mindedly focused on breaking out of the encirclement, hoping to escape with his life.
Because he knew that once he was surrounded by 30,000 troops, he would have no chance of escape!
Although before the incident, Zhang Zifang had given him enough money to make arrangements for his funeral and for his wife, children and elderly parents to live comfortably.