All the heavens begin with the love in the courtyard.

Of the dozens of Black Bear tribesmen behind Han Chunming, only six remained standing. Each of their tall bodies was covered in a bloody mess, and they stood with difficulty behind Han Chunming, leaning on their long spears.

Their horses had already collapsed, and more than four hundred women and children were struggling to crawl away. At this moment, the six of them were the last line of defense for those people; they had nowhere to retreat!

The horse beneath Han Chunming finally neighed and knelt down, spitting out blood and foam. After twitching a few times, it became completely still.

Han Chunming leaped off his horse, glanced back at the broken sword still stuck in its body, sighed, and then turned away.

The spear in his hand had somehow been replaced by a longsword. The opposing cavalry slowly parted, and the middle-aged general, sword in his left hand, stepped out of the crowd. The two faced each other from dozens of meters apart, without saying a word, only the mournful neighing of horses on the battlefield could be heard.

Han Chunming walked forward step by step. Opposite him was a man and a horse, whose pace gradually quickened. The middle-aged general raised his long sword high and let out a final roar.

"kill!!"

Han Chunming's sword pointed downwards, ten meters, eight meters, five meters. A glint of light appeared in Han Chunming's eyes. He suddenly looked up and leaped more than three meters into the air. Ignoring everything in front of him, he slashed down from above his opponent's head with his long sword.

The hard skull, seemingly without any resistance, was cleaved in two from head to toe. Han Chunming's sword seemed to have performed a dismemberment surgery on the man and his horse, perfectly splitting them apart between their eyebrows. Blood instantly turned into a cloud of mist and spread out, while the horse's internal organs were scattered randomly in the yellow sand.

The middle-aged man's sword was still swinging in the air when he was split in two, utterly defeated by Han Chunming's sword.

Seeing this, the three hundred cavalrymen not far away all pulled on their reins, and the horses neighed. Countless riders circled around on the spot, their eyes no longer filled with the determination to win, but with hesitation, fear, and panic.

A true warrior capable of taking on ten thousand men has appeared in the world. He alone intimidates hundreds of cavalrymen, and no one dares to make a move!

Finally, the first cavalryman turned his horse around and rode off into the distance, followed by the remaining cavalrymen in twos and threes.

Finally, the remaining hundred or so cavalrymen all turned their horses around and galloped back the way they came, raising dust and neighing as they quickly disappeared into streaks of black shadow.

Watching the dark figure disappear into the horizon, Han Chunming, covered in blood, stood there for a long time before glancing at the corpses scattered around him. Finally, a smile appeared on his cracked lips. He had won!

Yes, I won!

Han Chunming looked at the nicked sword in his hand, smiled, and threw it on the ground.

He was about to turn back when he saw the Qin general lying on the ground, split in two, still clutching his long sword tightly in his left hand.

The sword was 1.6 meters long, with a slender, straight, and smooth blade without a single scratch or dent. Under the sunlight, it even emitted a chilling glint.

Han Chunming bent down, pried open the other man's left hand, picked up the sword, and flicked the blade with his fingers, producing a dull clanging sound.

"A fine sword!"

Han Chunming wanted to find the sword's scabbard, but the general's waist was empty. Looking around, he saw mountains of corpses scattered on the ground, their whereabouts unknown.

Han Chunming stopped worrying about it and simply picked up an ordinary scabbard. Although it didn't quite match his sword, it didn't matter to him.

He turned around and began to check the casualties on his side. Of the dozens of men who had followed him, only six remained, each covered in wounds, and it was uncertain whether they could hold out until they reached the border.

Han Chunming gave them a quick treatment of their wounds and then prepared to set off again.

Fortunately, there were many lone horses around, and Han Chunming had six men drive dozens of horses back.

Han Chunming didn't know what the future held, but as long as he was alive, he would lead these people out of the Great Wall.

The remaining group numbered less than four hundred, mostly women and children. There were fewer than twenty adult Black Bear tribe men left, and Han Chunming himself was also injured.

Han Chunming didn't know how many more waves of pursuers he could fight off. He was exhausted and relaxed. At this moment, he felt unbearable pain all over his body. Fortunately, none of these injuries were fatal.

Despite using almost all his strength, Han Chunming dared not relax. He continued to swing his long sword and began to cut the iron chains binding the women and children's hands and feet.

He wasn't sure if the pursuers would come, but he had to be ready at any moment.

Walking and stopping intermittently until the sun set, Han Chunming finally broke all the iron chains binding the women and children's hands and feet. Looking at the vast mountains ahead, Han Chunming finally relaxed completely.

The pursuers they had imagined did not arrive. After crossing the mountains for several miles, they were out of the pass. This road was sparsely populated, making it impossible for cavalry to pursue them. Moreover, the mountains provided easy hiding places, so they were half safe.

Most importantly, the vassal tribes had already arranged for water and food in the mountains, which was their only route for the previous rescue operation at the execution ground.

Although they knew the odds were against them, they still made some preparations for this retreat.

Once inside the mountain, the group quickly found their waiting party. They entered a cave and found several water bags and naan bread. The thirsty and hungry Black Bear tribesmen frantically poured water and stuffed naan bread into their mouths.

Han Chunming took the water bag and naan bread handed to him by a man, took a bite, chewed a few times, and looked at the horizon that had already fallen into darkness in the distance. At this moment, Han Chunming finally completely relaxed.

Even now, he still can't quite believe that he actually fought his way out.

However, he was still puzzled as to why there was only one wave of pursuers and no other pursuers came.

In a way, Han Chunming was lucky. Just as a wave of several hundred cavalrymen was heading his way, they discovered that the Xiongnu cavalry were gathering in the border area. The border garrison immediately began to return to their posts and dared not send any more troops to Fanxing City.

After Han Chunming drove back the hundreds of cavalrymen, the remaining cavalrymen returned to the border. Originally, they were going back to get reinforcements, but when they returned to the border, they found that the situation there was even more urgent.

Compared to the invasion of the Xiongnu, Han Chunming's situation naturally had to be put on hold for the time being, which gave Han Chunming one last chance.

If another wave of thousands of pursuers were to arrive, Han Chunming would likely meet his end; he had reached his limit this time.

If those last three hundred cavalrymen had continued their attack, Han Chunming might have been able to kill them all, but he definitely wouldn't have survived.

After finishing the naan bread in his hand, Han Chunming finally couldn't hold on any longer. Seeing that the white-bearded old clan chief was still there, Han Chunming handed over all the remaining arrangements to him. He found a random spot in the cave, leaned against the wall, lay down, and was completely unable to get up.

Han Chunming quickly fell into a coma, seemingly blocking out all external information. As he entered a deep sleep, the swollen flesh on his body gradually contracted, and the small worm inside his body seemed to be releasing a special substance that was slowly repairing his body.

If Han Chunming could see the state of his body right now, he would find that the little worm inside him had grown much fatter in just one day.

It leisurely perched on Han Chunming's chest, breathing in and out as if absorbing some substance. After a while, it exhaled a wisp of blue liquid, which then slowly merged into Han Chunming's body.

That night, Han Chunming had a dream in which he turned into a red worm, and his body grew bigger and bigger.

Finally, it hatched from something and transformed into a small red dragon. It flew into the sky, soared into the clouds, and roamed the heavens, free and unrestrained, as if it were completely free...!

Chapter Fourteen: Base Area

That night, Han Chunming felt as if he were soaring through the sky, experiencing sensations that mortals could not comprehend.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he felt a sense of falling. Before he even hit the ground, he felt a weight on his shoulder, and his consciousness gradually returned to his brain.

"Your Majesty, it's time for us to depart!"

He groggily opened his eyes and saw a chimpanzee's hand patting his shoulder. His body sank, and he immediately became fully awake.

Han Chunming murmured, struggling to get up with heavy breathing. His body ached and swelled. He shook his head and flexed his muscles, and immediately felt a tingling sensation deep within his bones.

He swung his arm and saw that the torn flesh had completely healed into firm muscle overnight, with no external injuries except for dried dirt.

Han Chunming was also greatly surprised that his body had such a miraculous ability.

The Black Bear Clan members who had spontaneously acted as guards nearby were all shocked when they saw Han Chunming's taut skin. The white-haired elder clan chief knelt down beside Han Chunming and exclaimed.

"Your Majesty's divine might is unparalleled. Congratulations on your recovery! Your Majesty, we are about to leave this place. Do you have any other orders?"

Han Chunming touched his body a few times to confirm that it had indeed recovered completely. Only then did he show a look of joy and wave his hand.

"Elder Chief, I am not familiar with this land. I will follow your instructions in all matters from now on. Once we reach the border, we will find a safe place and settle everyone down. I will make my own arrangements after that!"

The white-bearded old man quickly bowed respectfully, then got up and led his men to make the arrangements.

Everyone witnessed Han Chunming's flesh and blood tearing apart yesterday, but overnight, his body fully recovered. This miraculous phenomenon spread Han Chunming's reputation throughout all the Black Bear tribes.

Previously, everyone was a little uneasy, but now everyone is full of confidence.

Under the arrangement of the old clan chief, a dozen or so healthy adults led a group of teenagers, who were leading horses, at the front, while the women and children followed at the back.

Han Chunming rode his horse back and forth, patrolling his people like a sheepdog.

Han Chunming was worried that he would encounter pursuers again, but this time he was really lucky, and what he was worried about never came to pass.

After wandering through the mountains for half a day, the group finally descended the mountain via a mountain path. The old clan chief told them that they had reached the border region.

Although the yellow sand still filled the sky ahead, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Han Chunming turned his horse around and looked at the Great Wall that was faintly visible in the distance. He couldn't help but feel a lot of emotions. He had already gone abroad.

Han Chunming looked back at the four hundred Black Bear Tribe members in front of him and felt a surge of pride. The situation ahead might be even more severe, but he was no longer afraid.

Whether it's the Donghu people, the Sixteen Kingdoms of the Western Regions deep in the Gobi Desert, the Xiongnu, the kings of this land, or even the Qin Dynasty, I will be fearless and let the storm rage on!

Han Chunming is about to face an even fiercer storm, while Gao Yao in Xianyang is facing an opportunity that will change his life forever.

However, this opportunity was too cruel. If he had to choose again, he would never choose this path.

As a government slave, there was only one way for him to change his tragic fate: to climb up the ranks and get closer to the center of power.

After being starving for four days, he volunteered to become a cook in the palace. Unfortunately, before entering the palace, he would face the cruelest torture in the world: his two testicles, along with the flesh, were completely cut off.

At this moment, Gao Yao had completely turned to the dark side. He had only one thought in his mind: he wanted to climb to the highest position and trample all those who had bullied him under his feet.

Liu Bang was a pain he could never forget, and he vowed that one day he would repay Liu Bang for this pain a hundredfold, a thousandfold.

As a modern person, Gao Yao experienced torment that even people in ancient times could hardly endure, and he endured it all.

After his testicles were cut off, Gao Yao successfully entered the palace and eventually became a kitchen servant.

By chance, Gao Yao encountered Prince Hu Hai, who needed someone for his kitchen. While everyone else avoided him, Gao Yao once again volunteered and gained the opportunity to get close to Hu Hai.

Relying on his unique skills as a modern man, he displayed culinary arts that were not available in this era, showcasing a wide variety of modern cooking techniques that amazed Hu Hai.

Thus, Gao Yao successfully won Hu Hai's favor and rose to prominence, becoming Hu Hai's private chief chef.

From that moment on, Gao Yao completely changed his fate as a lower-class person.

He was no longer as carefree as before. In the depths of the palace, his thoughts gradually became more profound, and he built up his network of connections step by step.

He believed that one day he would reach a position second only to the emperor, and that day would not be far off!

Meanwhile, another chosen one, Yi Xiaochuan, also encountered an opportunity that would change his life while he was building the Great Wall.

During the section of the Great Wall they were building, they frequently encountered attacks from foreign tribes. Although the Qin soldiers were generally better than the foreign tribes, these tribes often attacked with cavalry, coming and going like lightning, making them difficult to defend against.

During an attack, Yi Xiaochuan and some laborers, along with some soldiers, were eventually captured and escorted out of the pass. An unknown fate awaited them.

The country that attacked them this time was a small country called Tuan, which was sandwiched between the Xiongnu and the Qin Empire. It had a population of about 500,000 to 600,000 and an army of more than 10,000.

Because of its proximity to the Great Wall, it frequently clashed with the Qin Dynasty. Recently, Meng Tian, ​​a general on the Qin border, prepared to wipe out the Xiongnu. Therefore, in accordance with the requirements of Qin Shi Huang, he levied heavy war supplies on several small countries and tribes outside the pass.

The Tu'an Kingdom, caught in the middle, naturally had no choice but to accept the Qin Dynasty's wrath and contribute its resources, or be wiped out and destroyed by the Qin.

Although Tuan is just a small border country, it has lived on this land for hundreds of years, and now faced with these two choices, it is naturally unwilling to accept the situation.

They dared not launch a full-scale war against the Qin Dynasty, so they could only send out these small teams to attack Qin outposts inside and outside the pass in the form of cavalry, and capture some of the Qin laborers who were building the Great Wall.

That's how Yi Xiaochuan was captured by them, and this chosen one will naturally have a unique opportunity in Tu'an Kingdom.

What opportunities Yi Xiaochuan might have had were probably already planned. But here, more than 115 miles away, on a Gobi mountain, Yi Xiaochuan frowned as he looked at the dozens of mud-brick houses built of stone walls and loess behind him.

This is their current stronghold. There used to be a tribe called Red Wolves in the Gobi Desert, but they have now submitted to the Black Bear tribe.

The Black Bear Tribe's original settlement had long been destroyed by the Qin soldiers, leaving them virtually rootless. However, in the area beyond the Great Wall, in this era, seizing territory seemed to be the law of the jungle.

In fact, as long as you're on Earth, no matter what era you're in, if you have enough power, then you're right.