All the heavens begin with the love in the courtyard.

"Those who block my way shall die!"

"kill!!"

……

The white-bearded old man looked at the corpse at his feet, then at the soles of his feet, which were stained red with blood.

The soldiers, who were once the elite troops of the Qin Empire that intimidated the surrounding hundreds of miles, were now broken corpses. Stepping on them, one could still feel their residual warmth.

Hundreds of his people followed closely behind him, walking carefully forward step by step. Their blood-red footprints left an indelible legend on the street.

The old chieftain of the Black Bear tribe, who had experienced countless bloody battles beyond the Great Wall, now had boundless awe in the depths of his eyes. He awe of his tribe's king, that godlike man, who was carving a path to survival for them.

The white-bearded elder believed that from this day forward, the Black Bear tribe would be reborn and become the most powerful race on this land.

All of this is because their new king has arrived!

A drop of blood fell from Han Chunming's eye and landed on the horse's back. His body was already stained red with blood. He sat upright on the horse, looking at the layers of corpses around him. He patted the horse's back, and the horse stepped on the corpses and slowly walked forward.

Looking at the city gate not far away, Han Chunming finally revealed a relieved smile.

The closed city gates were already empty; the soldiers who had guarded the city had become the dead under his spear.

Han Chunming pulled on the reins, turned his horse around, and looked at the hundreds of meters of streets lined with piles of corpses. The blood seemed to have dyed everything around him red. The surroundings were silent, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

"One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand soldiers!"

These thousands of broken corpses may only be the beginning; in the future, the number of bones beneath one's feet will be many times greater.

This battle seemed to break some kind of shackle deep in Han Chunming's heart. When killing can solve all problems, something in the human heart will naturally grow.

As Han Chunming looked at the rising sun in the distance, he finally felt a warmth on his body, a temperature that seemed to belong to the mortal realm, which gradually cleared his mind.

Is killing to stop killing the way I'll live in the future?

Hundreds of Black Bear tribe members, supporting each other, slowly stepped onto the corpse and walked behind Han Chunming.

Han Chunming turned his horse around, pointed towards the city gate, and shouted loudly.

"Let's go out of the city!"

Facing the rising sun, hundreds of Black Bear tribesmen, supporting each other, slowly walked out of the city gate under the leadership of their new king.

From some unknown time, countless merchants and ordinary people peeked out from every street corner, looking at the corpses of Qin soldiers scattered all over the streets, as well as the backs of the Black Bear tribe members. Their eyes were filled with fear and shock.

Today they witnessed the birth of a legend. From now on, there may be one more legend in the area beyond the Great Wall. It is unknown what kind of bloody storm this god of war will stir up on this land!

Chapter Thirteen: Fighting for a Way Out

The city gate, which was seven or eight meters high, was pushed open by Han Chunming alone, and hundreds of people from the Black Bear Tribe passed through the gate in a grand procession.

Behind him followed dozens of adult men from the Black Bear tribe, who had all seized horses and weapons. The group escorted nearly four hundred women and children slowly outwards.

Looking at the desolate yellow sand and Gobi desert outside the city, Han Chunming didn't know where to go for a moment.

Fortunately, these things are not difficult for the black bear tribe that has lived on this land for hundreds of years; the yellow sand under their feet will guide them toward freedom.

The group walked slowly into the depths of the Gobi Desert. Han Chunming looked at the footprints left by hundreds of people and his heart sank.

He then ordered everyone to continue forward, spurred his horse and rode into the crowd behind him, brandishing his spear and beginning to hack and slash.

These chains, apart from themselves, even the Black Bear tribe members as strong as chimpanzees could not control their strength to cut them with a single blow.

The iron chains on the hands and feet of these four hundred people were linked together like a string of iron gourds. There was no time to cut the chains off each of them.

Han Chunming could only cut off a section every five or six people, so that the five or six people could walk forward in groups of five or six, which would be much faster than the current four hundred people walking forward in a row.

It's only a matter of time before they're caught up by the pursuers. Of these four hundred-plus men, perhaps less than half will make it out of the pass alive.

However, since Han Chunming has become their king, he must preserve all his strength.

These four hundred-plus people from the Black Bear tribe are our own seed. Their life and death can only be decided by themselves, and no one else is allowed to interfere!

The spear struck the iron chain diagonally, producing a dull clang. The two-centimeter-thick iron chain was easily sliced ​​off by Han Chunming as if he were peeling a radish.

Han Chunming, like a circus performer, rode on horseback, brandishing his spear as he weaved through the crowd.

The chain was chopped off piece by piece until, at the very end of the crowd, Han Chunming made his final cut, severing the last section of the chain.

The group of several hundred people finally broke into small teams of five or six, supporting each other as they walked forward, their speed noticeably faster than before.

Looking at the Black Bear tribesmen he was helping, Han Chunming felt quite gratified, as if he were looking at his own people.

However, Han Chunming's good mood didn't last even fifteen minutes before he heard the earth shaking. He turned his horse around and saw a black line slowly approaching from the horizon.

Hundreds of cavalrymen were charging towards them from afar, raising billowing yellow sand that resembled a yellow dragon in flight.

Han Chunming frowned immediately, gripping the spear tightly in his hand, his body straight as he watched the cavalry charging towards them from afar.

There are at least five or six hundred cavalrymen in the distance. It seems my real trouble is about to begin!

The adult men of the Black Bear tribe behind Han Chunming also felt the overwhelming aura approaching, and their faces turned serious as they gripped their weapons tightly.

The women and children ran forward in a panic. Because they ran so fast, groups of five or six people quickly fell to the ground, and at a glance, the scene was completely chaotic.

A robust, elderly man strode up to Han Chunming's horse and roared.

"Your Majesty, let's fight them to the death!"

The man's words were immediately echoed by all the adult black bears, who roared in unison.

"Let's give it our all! Let's give it our all!"

Hearing the roars of dozens of people behind him, Han Chunming's face turned ashen, a hint of madness appearing in his eyes. He raised the spear in his hand, pointed it at the blazing sun in the sky, and let out a roar like a beast king.

"Today I will lead you to carve out a path to the heavens! No one can stop me! Those who stand in my way shall die! Kill!! Kill!!"

Han Chunming's roar was like thunder, drowning out all the Black Bear tribesmen. The dried blood on the tip of his spear emitted an eerie red glow under the blazing sun.

Han Chunming took the lead, charging ahead of hundreds of cavalrymen with a roar.

A group of dozens of people followed behind him, roaring as they charged toward an enemy force several times their size.

The Qin general leading the opposing army had eyes like lightning, his helmet covering half of his eye, and he stared intently at Han Chunming who was charging towards him.

Despite having several times the enemy's strength, this general, who had been stationed at the border for over a decade, did not underestimate Han Chunming in the slightest.

The mangled corpses of the thousands of soldiers in the city had already explained everything.

Facing him was a warrior capable of defeating ten thousand men, whose martial prowess was unparalleled in the world. The upcoming battle might be the most difficult one he had ever faced in his life.

Even if I die in battle, I will absolutely not allow the other side to offend the might of the Great Qin!

The general raised his left hand and made a gesture. Behind him, hundreds of cavalrymen rose from their horses in unison and took out their bows and arrows.

Hundreds of arrows were fired into the sky, as if a rain of arrows had fallen, covering the area in front of Han Chunming and his dozens of men.

Han Chunming looked at the dense array of arrows in the sky, his mind tense to the extreme. He raised his spear, shouted, and the four- or five-meter-long spear spun rapidly in his hand, transforming into a black barrier that blocked himself and several people behind him.

The whooshing sound of hundreds of arrows piercing the air covered an area of ​​100 meters, and Han Chunming spun his spear, knocking away dozens of arrows in front of him.

But several people behind him were instantly riddled with arrows, and the neighing of wounded horses echoed incessantly.

A true man never looks back. Han Chunming had no idea how many of the dozens of men behind him would survive this volley of arrows. Perhaps there weren't many left.

But at this moment, he had no way to retreat and could only move forward without hesitation. This time, he was going to challenge his true limits. Even if he died, he would do it with a sense of heroism!

He had never imagined that the scene of hundreds of cavalrymen charging together on a wide expanse of land would be so spectacular and imposing. It was like a torrent of thousands of troops, how could an ordinary person possibly stop it? But was he an ordinary person?

He is not!

The general opposite drew his sword, pointed it at Han Chunming's figure, and let out a deep roar.

"kill!!"

"kill!!"

There were no more words, only the mingling of flesh and blood between men, no victory or defeat, only life and death!

In the few months since arriving in the Qin Dynasty, Han Chunming has not encountered any opponents who could put him to a fight, whether they were bandits or elite Qin soldiers. This illusion made him increasingly arrogant.

The little red worm inside his body seemed to have transformed into a bloodthirsty monster, gradually influencing Han Chunming's mind.

Han Chunming couldn't remember when he had lost all reverence for human life.

Even when facing hundreds of armored Qin soldiers, Han Chunming's first thought was to kill them all, which was completely out of character for him. He even occasionally enjoyed the thrill of being torn apart.

"Kill! Kill!!"

The blood mist before his eyes made Han Chunming's heart pound violently once again. Dark shadows swayed all around him; they were all Qin soldiers.

But Han Chunming showed no fear on his face. He laughed arrogantly and thrust his spear at the people in front of him, piercing through three of them in succession.

He lifted the three corpses and waved them around, knocking down several people. The sounds of horses neighing, shouts of killing, and the clanging of swords clashing were like the music of hell on earth, driving Han Chunming into complete madness.

"Kill!! Kill! Kill!!"

Han Chunming's body was already stained red with blood. His black robe was tattered and torn, and his skin was peeling off. Apart from his face, his body had been slashed dozens of times by swords and knives.

But these cuts seemed to be his medals; not a single wound pierced his body. His body was as if he were wearing a tattered suit of armor.

His body was already extraordinary; ordinary swords and blades could only leave a bloody mark on his skin. He was not a god, but he was no longer an ordinary human.

Quantity leads to quality, and he was eventually injured. At this moment, Han Chunming finally knew where his limits were.

Within a radius of several dozen meters around Han Chunming, everyone had been slaughtered, while on the opposite side, there were at least three hundred cavalrymen. Han Chunming stared intently at a middle-aged armored cavalryman in the crowd.

That man was the commander of this cavalry, a general with exceptional martial arts skills!

The two exchanged a couple of blows. The man had just managed to block the man's slash, but it had left a deep, bone-revealing wound on the man's shoulder.

This wound was the first real injury he had sustained in the past few months. This person's martial arts skills and strength were the strongest he had encountered in the past few months.

The middle-aged general stared intently at Han Chunming, their eyes meeting, both knowing what the other was thinking.

The general knew very well that either the person opposite him or himself had to die. If things continued like this, none of the remaining three hundred cavalrymen would be able to leave this place alive.

That man was a killing god who had walked out of hell. His last three hundred cavalrymen could not stop him. Even if he died, he would drag all of them down to hell.

The general's eyes were bloodshot, and a hint of death had surfaced in his eyes. He knew very well that he was no match for the person opposite him, but he had to face it all.

Although the two had only exchanged two blows and he had injured his opponent, he hadn't gained any advantage; his right hand had been shattered.

He glanced down at his right hand; blood was dripping from his wrist, and his right hand was trembling uncontrollably. He could barely hold the sword, so he quickly handed it to his left hand.

To take the enemy general's head amidst a vast army, whether it's yourself or the enemy, the outcome will only be decided the moment you take the enemy's head; otherwise, neither side will back down.