All the heavens begin with the love in the courtyard.

The hundred or so men who were about to carry out the assassination seemed to have summoned the courage to fight to the death. They threw away their crossbows, gripped their scimitars, let out a roar, and charged towards the surrounding Qin soldiers without hesitation.

Han Chunming, who was in the crowd, saw this scene and sighed silently. This group of people were like eggs hitting a rock; they were simply courting death!

Han Chunming, who had already given up on saving people, felt conflicted when he saw this group of people appear.

Should I save him or not?

Han Chunming stood alone amidst the fleeing crowd, looking particularly conflicted. He clutched his sword, silently watching the sounds of battle erupt around him. After a long while, he finally let out a deep sigh and slowly drew his Qin sword.

Chapter Twelve: One General's Success is Built on the Bones of Ten Thousand

Hundreds of Qin soldiers thrust out their long spears in unison, charging and pulling, instantly tearing the bodies of the first dozen or so men to pieces, leaving them limp and collapsing to the ground.

Upon seeing the sudden appearance of reinforcements, the members of the Black Bear tribe immediately began to pull on the iron chains binding them, making a clanging noise, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.

The chief executioner remained calm and composed. With a wave of his hand, the hundreds of Qin soldiers behind him once again aimed their long spears at these people.

Whether it was the more than four hundred members of the Black Bear tribe or the hundreds of foreign men who came to their rescue, facing such disciplined Qin soldiers, their only fate was a one-sided massacre.

Han Chunming finally decided to take action, whether it was because he saw hundreds of women and children about to fall under the Qin soldiers' spears, or because of the last shred of pity in his heart that ultimately led him to make the decision.

Han Chunming's Qin sword was like a dragon emerging from the water. The sound of the long sword being drawn was like music before death. A cold glint flashed by like a white light.

Han Chunming suddenly quickened his pace, going against the flow of the crowd, bursting out of the crowd, and leaping over the heads of the group of aliens wielding curved swords.

Amidst everyone's gasps, he placed his foot on the Qin soldier's long spear, used the long pole for leverage, and with a leap, his figure appeared among the hundreds of Qin soldiers.

The Qin soldiers' originally orderly steps were shattered by Han Chunming. Dozens of Qin soldiers around him shouted and began to defend, and some officers had already drawn their Qin swords.

The officer in charge raised his longsword and pointed it directly at Han Chunming, roaring with a ferocious expression.

"kill!"

Hundreds of Qin soldiers around them roared in unison.

"kill!"

The murderous aura was deafening, and some emotion within Han Chunming seemed to be aroused as well. Countless Qin soldiers crowded towards him, and the long spears and halberds behind him seemed to want to pierce him through.

But Han Chunming was faster. With a roar, he swung his longsword in all directions, scattering heads and severed limbs. Blood mist obscured Han Chunming's eyes, his eye sockets were red, and the veins on his arms bulged.

Everything that stood in his way was cleaved in two with a single sword strike. All that remained before him was a mist of blood and screams. This moment of effortless control over the life and death of others brought Han Chunming's bloodlust to its peak.

At this moment, Han Chunming felt that all the shackles in his heart had been broken, and all kinds of emotions, whether negative or positive, surged into his heart. At this moment, he was a god, and he could control everything.

Han Chunming didn't know how many times he swung his sword. The crowd around him gradually thinned out, and corpses and broken weapons were scattered all over the ground. The dry yellow earth under his feet had become muddy at some point.

With a snap, the Qin sword in his hand broke into three pieces. Han Chunming's eyes gradually regained their clarity. He slowly lowered his raised right arm, and the remaining sword hilt fell to his feet, surrounded by a sea of ​​blood.

Han Chunming stepped onto the blood-soaked ground, the muddy earth emitting a foul stench. Looking around, he saw that there was no one alive within a radius of several dozen meters.

The corpses were scattered haphazardly over a distance of several hundred meters, and the group of aliens wielding scimitars now numbered only a dozen or so.

Meanwhile, hundreds of Black Bear tribe members were huddled in a corner, squatting on the ground, trembling. Whether they were foreigners with scimitars or unusually tall Black Bear tribe members, they all lowered their heads and dared not meet Han Chunming's gaze.

The original hundreds of Qin soldiers had dwindled to just over a hundred meters away, with only a few dozen soldiers trembling as they held long spears. They retreated step by step, their spears now devoid of any imposing presence.

The chief executioner in the crowd had long lost his composure. He raised his long sword, pointed it in Han Chunming's direction, and let out a mournful roar.

"Attack! Attack! The might of the Great Qin cannot be violated! Kill! Kill!"

But none of the Qin soldiers around him advanced under his roar; instead, they all retreated in unison as Han Chunming moved forward.

Han Chunming trudged through the muddy, bloody mud, step by step, toward the dozens of Qin soldiers. When he reached the chief executioner, the area around him was empty.

The dozens of Qin soldiers had all fled, leaving only the chief executioner around, his sword still raised, his eyes filled with fear and anger. The tip of his sword was trembling as he watched Han Chunming approach step by step, not daring to stab him even half a step.

Han Chunming's nose was only a step away from the tip of his sword, yet his opponent still dared not thrust forward, clearly terrified.

Han Chunming sighed, slowly reached out and snatched the sword from the other person's hand, then ignored him and turned to walk back step by step.

Han Chunming, holding a long sword, walked up to the group of Black Bear tribe members. These tall, alien people were as strong as gorillas, but when they saw Han Chunming approaching, they trembled with fear.

The women and children squatting on the ground huddled together, their eyes filled with terror. Several children, some as tall as 1.78 meters, were crying loudly in their mothers' arms.

Han Chunming glanced over, and everyone avoided his gaze, except for an old man with a white beard who raised his head and stared at him blankly.

Han Chunming and the old man stared at each other for a while. Although they did not exchange any words, Han Chunming had already guessed the old man's identity. He walked up to the old man, raised the long sword in his hand, and solemnly shouted.

"Black Bear Tribe, are you willing to submit to me?"

At this moment, Han Chunming's image was like that of a god-king descended from heaven. His gaze was like lightning, and his tone seemed devoid of any emotion as he stared intently at the chieftain of the Black Bear tribe before him.

The white-bearded old man pulled on the iron lock in his hand. He raised his hands, slowly knelt down, and then shouted.

"The Black Bear Tribe submits! Long live the King! Long live the King! Long live the King!"

After the old man finished shouting, he knelt on the ground and buried his head between his thighs, like an old black bear kneeling in submission.

The old man's actions caused the adult members of the Black Bear tribe around him to kneel down and pull on the iron chains binding them, making a clanging sound as they were being pulled.

The group of people knelt on the ground in unison, shouting "Long live the King!" and making the same kneeling gesture as the old man.

As all the adult men of the tribe knelt in submission, the remaining women and children followed suit, kneeling on the ground.

Looking at the more than four hundred Black Bear tribesmen kneeling before him, shouting "Long live the King!", Han Chunming felt that this moment was so wonderful.

At that moment, he finally understood why so many people wanted to be emperors; it was because the feeling of being the only one who mattered truly made one's heart swell with excitement.

With a sharp "crack," the iron chain on the white-bearded old man in front of Han Chunming was severed by Han Chunming's knife. Then, as if cutting vegetables, he cut the iron chains on several adult men next to him with a series of slashes.

The white-bearded old man looked at the broken iron chain on his hand, then at the iron chain on his anklet that had broken in two. He raised his head and let out a howl like a wild beast.

The black bear tribesmen who regained their freedom all let out similar roars, and one by one they slowly stood up from the ground, standing upright in the field like gorillas.

Han Chunming slashed the iron chains binding the hands and feet of dozens of people in one go. He finally realized that this was not just one leader, because he could faintly hear the sound of horses' hooves and the sound of footsteps shaking.

The Qin soldiers by the city wall should already be assembling. Time is running out; I must retreat as soon as possible.

After enjoying the thrill of being king, the real headaches are just beginning.

The garrison in this border town should number around a thousand. He had just killed several hundred of them, so there should still be four or five hundred left. But that wasn't the key point. The key point was that he could vaguely see smoke rising from the city walls.

That wasn't cooking smoke, but a signal to send a message. This place was more than 60 miles from the border, and there were several military assembly posts along the way. Within an hour, thousands of cavalrymen would arrive.

There are still tens of thousands of Qin soldiers in the border region. No matter how powerful he is, he cannot fight his way out with these hundreds of women and children among thousands of cavalry.

However, this matter was no longer a problem for him, because the remaining twenty or so aliens with scimitars had already run up to him and knelt down in front of Han Chunming, just like the people of the Black Bear Tribe.

The original Black Bear Clan Chief, the old man with the white beard, hurriedly spoke loudly to Han Chunming.

“Your Majesty, these people are vassal tribes of our Black Bear tribe. They have already arranged an escape route and made preparations outside the city. The Qin soldiers will be catching up soon. Let’s leave here first.”

Han Chunming nodded, and then instructed the adult members of the Black Bear tribe who had already unlocked their iron chains to help the women and children who had not yet unlocked their chains and rush towards the city gate.

Han Chunming, sword in hand, charged ahead, leading everyone to follow his lead.

This time, he's going to fight his way out!

It was about five miles from the city gate. Along this route were wide streets and houses. Perhaps to facilitate the riding of cavalry, the streets of this small town were tens of meters wide and straight.

Han Chunming charged ahead with his sword, followed by five or six Black Bear tribesmen, each over two meters tall.

They carried long spears, four or five meters long, and roared as they waved them to disperse the pedestrians around them.

They hardly needed to drive them away; the people around them, seeing the group dragging the chains and making clanging noises, were so frightened that they all moved away.

The hundreds of people behind them still had their ankle chains broken, and they walked very slowly. The clanging of the chains attracted almost all the attention around them.

Sure enough, before the group had gone a mile, dozens of cavalrymen charged out from a street bend a hundred meters ahead.

The cavalrymen, with Qin swords at their waists and bows hanging from their saddles, almost simultaneously drew long arrows from their backs and fired as soon as they saw Han Chunming and his group.

Dozens of long arrows, like a black rain, whistled through the air and shot towards Han Chunming's direction.

Upon seeing the bows and arrows in the hands of the cavalry, Han Chunming sensed something was wrong. He flashed to the door of a commoner's house and cleaved the door in two with a single sword stroke.

He carried a two-meter-high wooden plank from a door in one hand, rushed to the center of the street, and then hurled it forcefully at the cavalry formation dozens of meters away. The plank flew into the cavalry amidst a hail of arrows.

Han Chunming's eyes flashed like lightning as he slashed down the arrows that shot past him. However, the street was too wide, and the area covered by the crossbow bolts was too large. After this volley of fire, several painful groans came from behind Han Chunming.

Seeing this, Han Chunming made a firm decision. If he wanted to break through, he had to deal with the cavalry in front of him as soon as possible. He then roared at the adult black bear tribesmen behind him who were carrying long spears.

"Fight your way out!"

The crowd behind him roared in unison, raised their long spears, and charged forward with Han Chunming.

The wooden plank that had just been thrown out seemed like a spinning iron plate, slamming horizontally onto the group of cavalry.

The five or six cavalrymen at the front were sent flying several meters, rolling onto the walls of houses on both sides of the street, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The hundred-meter distance passed in the blink of an eye. The cavalrymen fired almost the first volley before putting away their longbows, drawing their swords, and charging towards Han Chunming and his men.

At this moment, Han Chunming's blood surged, and a layer of blood red seemed to reappear in his eyes. It was as if a bloodthirsty monster was inside him, emitting a yearning roar.

"kill!!"

"kill!!"

Both sides shouted battle cries at the same time!

In a narrow encounter, the brave prevail, but unfortunately, these cavalrymen were facing the god of war, Han Chunming.

Han Chunming was like a man-eating tiger, leading a pack of black bears into a flock of sheep. The long sword in his hand was his claw. Whether it was horses or soldiers, they were often reduced to flying blood and flesh under his claws.

Having gone mad with killing, Han Chunming had long forgotten when his longsword had shattered again; he was now holding a stone roller he had casually grabbed from the street.

The stone roller, weighing over a hundred pounds, seemed weightless in his hands, yet it was already stained red with bits of flesh and blood, a testament to the brutal battle that had just taken place.

With the last two cavalrymen having their heads smashed by the stone roller in his hand, only a lone horse neighing remained on the entire street.

The cavalrymen on horseback had long since been reduced to piles of mangled limbs, lying haphazardly across the street.

Han Chunming roared and threw the stone roller in his hand at the wall in front of him. With a loud crash, the wall collapsed.

Han Chunming mounted his horse, picked up a spear from the ground, gripped the reins, and roared at the Black Bear tribe members behind him.

"From this day forward, I am your king. I will now carve a bloody path for you; all you need to do is follow me!"

"drive!"

Han Chunming turned his horse around, tightened his grip on its body, and the horse, feeling the pain, let out a mournful neigh towards the sky before galloping forward with incredible speed!

A man, a horse, and a spear charged out of the street into the scorching sun. Not far away, hundreds of Qin soldiers, their long spears raised, marched in unison, surrounding the area on command.

Looking at the Qin soldiers who resembled ants, Han Chunming raised his spear, burst into laughter, and roared at the figures around him.