He covered his face with both hands, and the ice crystal hit his hands painfully, but the force was much lighter than the one just now, otherwise his hands would have been shot through his head.

"Crack, crackle!"

"Ouch! Damn!"

"It hurts!"

The incoming small white ice crystals were getting more and more dense, and they were all hitting the bandits. Everyone covered their faces to dodge, and some of them had their heads smashed, so they turned and ran towards the mountain.

Only the three people next to the carriage were safe.

"Hoot!"

The black-faced man finally couldn't hold on any longer. With an order, dozens of people rushed to the nearby mountain together.

Yu Wenpei, who was in a state of despair, saw that all the bandits were gone. Having saved his life, he did not bother to find out the cause of the hailstorm just now. He hurriedly called the coachman and carried the unconscious Zhuang Huaijin into the carriage.

At this time, Yu Wenpei realized that this was not the official road he came from, and couldn't help complaining:

"Who asked you to take this path on your own initiative? Unlucky! Extremely unlucky!"

"Drive!"

The coachman ignored him, whipped his horse whip as hard as he could, and drove the carriage away at high speed.
Chapter completed!