All the heavens begin with the love in the courtyard.

At the meeting, Sanwanzi immediately declared that since the enemy dared not attack, it meant that their forces were insufficient. He suggested that they should take advantage of the situation and launch a night raid of fifty miles to capture the enemy's stronghold!

Sanwanzi's suggestion was opposed by all the generals. All the soldiers, including the generals themselves, were exhausted. If they had to march fifty miles in the dark, would they still have any fighting strength?

Everyone knows that now is not the time to act rashly. The fact that the other side has only harassed them time and time again, and dared not launch a large-scale attack, already shows that the other side is not strong enough and is only playing tricks.

The experienced veterans suggested that they simply send out a small number of scouts to keep watch on the perimeter, while the rest of them should light several large bonfires and rest on the spot.

There's still an hour until dawn. Everyone needs to get some sleep. Even if it's just an hour, it's better than enduring this.

Sanwanzi felt a sense of frustration, but in the end, she followed the old general's suggestion and let everyone rest.

Sure enough, after receiving the order to rest, many soldiers fell asleep on their horses, while others rested their heads on their horses' bellies and soon began to snore.

Several huge bonfires lit up the open space, and countless soldiers snored and snored incessantly.

Sure enough, just as they fell asleep, the sound of gongs rang out again, but this time the Earth Maru cavalry made no move.

Apart from the two hundred scouts who began patrolling back and forth, most of the more than two thousand cavalrymen on that open space were still sleeping soundly.

There was no other way; after tossing and turning all night, they were completely exhausted. Besides, their rallying cry hadn't been sounded, so they chose to sleep again.

Not far away, Han Chunming stared at the unmoved Tuwan cavalry with a grim face, and a nameless anger suddenly rose in his heart.

If he were to let these cavalrymen rest for three or four hours, his plans for the night would almost certainly be ruined.

Han Chunming glanced at the sky and estimated that it was around four o'clock. The infantry should have already started their operation by now!

At this time in Tianshan City, all four thousand infantrymen had begun to assemble, and the cooks had gotten up at two o'clock to prepare food.

In the operations room, a group of teenagers and several infantry officers were discussing a map.

Only when the bugle sounded outside did everyone put away the map and begin to act according to the battle plan that Han Chunming had given them the day before.

Han Chunming glanced at the sky, then gritted his teeth and shouted to the crowd behind him.

"You all begin setting up according to the original plan. No matter what happens to me later, you are not allowed to go to my rescue. Anyone who disobeys orders will be executed!"

He had forty-six cavalrymen left behind him. When they heard Han Chunming's words, they were all shocked. They had already guessed what Han Chunming was going to do next, and they all showed their admiration.

Without further ado, Han Chunming drew his long sword and, alone, spurred his horse toward the brightly lit Tuwan military camp.

Yes, what he was going to do this time was to take the enemy general's head amidst a vast army. Regardless of whether he could succeed or not, he would at least make those three thousand Tuwan cavalrymen suffer a great deal of chaos and keep them with him until dawn.

One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand. Since I've come to this era, let me turn this era upside down!

Chapter 18: Capturing Sanwanzi Alive

Han Chunming gripped the horse's back tightly, and the gray horse beneath him, writhing in pain, charged toward the enemy camp as if its limbs had been given a motor.

Han Chunming's attire was now identical to that of the Tuwan cavalry, except for the Qin sword at his waist, which seemed somewhat out of place, and he was now wearing the leather armor of the Tuwan cavalry.

He lowered his head and galloped through the night. The cavalry battalion of the Three Maruzi had long since become desensitized to enemy harassment after being outmaneuvered three times.

The surrounding security was noticeably reduced, with only a small number of scouts deployed within a radius of two miles.

Han Chunming rode alone, sword in hand, his sword whistling through the darkness. Before he could alert the scouts ahead, his sword flashed like a dragon emerging from the water, and by the time they awoke, their heads had already rolled off.

Han Chunming charged into the enemy camp almost unimpeded. Instead of shouting, he kept his head down and headed straight for the main tent in the very center of the enemy camp.

Upon reaching the enemy camp, Han Chunming tried his best to control the speed of his horse. He lowered his body slightly, sheathed his sword, and focused on only one objective: the enemy camp's main tent, 500 meters ahead.

The earlier sound of the gong hadn't even roused the already exhausted cavalry, let alone Han Chunming, who was deliberately disguised as a lone rider.

No one would believe that someone would dare to venture into their own lair alone, but Han Chunming did.

The snoring around him almost drowned out the sound of Han Chunming's horse's hooves. Occasionally, a cavalryman would be awakened and, upon seeing Han Chunming wearing his own leather armor, would mumble a few words in his sleep before falling back asleep.

As Han Chunming watched the enemy camp tent draw ever closer, a rare smile appeared in his eyes. He had never expected that this operation would go even more smoothly than he had imagined.

But things were not as easy as he thought. After all, Sanwanzi was the ruler of a country. Even though the main tent was in the center of the camp, there were still more than thirty guards protecting it.

The most crucial point is that within a radius of 100 meters, there are only three tents of the exact same size.

The three tents formed a triangle, with ten guards standing in front, behind, to the left, and to the right of each tent. Han Chunming couldn't tell which tent the other party was in.

Even more trouble was yet to come. Before Han Chunming even got close to the three tents, several cavalrymen slowly blocked his way, as if to tell him that he was forbidden to proceed.

Han Chunming lowered his head, as if he were dozing off. The cavalrymen in front of him were not alert and simply blocked his way.

At this point, Han Chunming had no way back. He had originally wanted to postpone the conflict, but that was clearly impossible now. He only had one choice left.

Han Chunming slowly placed his hand on the sword hilt, his waist and horse moving as one, and slowly exerted force. The horse sensed Han Chunming's intention and its limbs quickly rushed forward.

The cavalrymen ten meters away were somewhat bewildered by what they saw; they thought the horses had been frightened.

They probably never imagined that among these three thousand men, there would be an enemy coming alone to assassinate them.

One of the cavalrymen immediately shouted in Han Chunming's direction.

"Dismount immediately and stop advancing!"

Before the cavalryman could finish his shout, Han Chunming raised his head, drew his longsword, and with a swift upward thrust, pierced the enemy's throat, tearing flesh and blood everywhere.

The surrounding cavalrymen were dumbfounded, but Han Chunming didn't make another move. Instead, he shouted, "Giddy up!"

The horse quickened its pace once more, rushing into the first large tent like a flying arrow.

As soon as Han Chunming entered the tent, he saw several burly men trying to get up.

Upon seeing this, Han Chunming immediately realized he was in trouble; he had a choice of three, and the first one wasn't it.

Although Han Chunming didn't know Sanwanzi, he knew that no king would like three big men lying in his bed, unless Sanwanzi had some kind of fetish.

Han Chunming changed his mind and immediately turned his horse around, intending to rush out of the tent.

This is a huge tent made entirely of cowhide. He wanted to charge straight through, but the horse's skull couldn't take it, so he had to turn around and return the way he came.

But at that moment, the three burly men behind him stood up, and almost simultaneously, they all drew the curved knives that were placed beside the bed.

At the exit of the main tent ahead, people could be heard rushing in, and a great commotion had broken out outside, clearly indicating that a large number of cavalry had been alerted.

Han Chunming steeled his resolve, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and barely glanced at the three burly men slashing at him from behind.

He simply bent his body slightly to dodge the knife, and then slashed and flicked his longsword behind him, sending three heads flying into the air.

"drive!"

Han Chunming did not turn back to look at the headless corpse. The horse neighed and rushed out of the tent.

Just as he rushed out of the tent, a cavalryman charged towards him. The two horses almost collided. Han Chunming was not alarmed. He raised his longsword and shouted at the front.

"Those who block my way shall die!"

As he spoke, he slashed down with his sword, the longsword cutting from the opponent's shoulder down into the horse's back. With a forceful slash, Han Chunming pushed the horse aside, clearing a path for it.

Han Chunming rushed five meters away and found himself surrounded by a dark mass of cavalry.

Clearly, the incident, which had occurred in less than half a minute, had already alerted many cavalrymen, especially Sanmaru's personal guards, who had all surrounded the area.

As the situation escalated further, Han Chunming, without thinking twice, turned his horse around and charged toward the other two large tents.

He had only taken a few steps when he heard a whooshing sound behind him. Han Chunming knew he was in trouble. He swung his longsword behind him a few times and deflected dozens of arrows.

Han Chunming hadn't expected that the other party would dare to shoot an arrow at such close range, and with such good accuracy.

The situation became increasingly critical. Just as he deflected the arrows behind him, a dozen or so cavalrymen charged toward Han Chunming, brandishing their scimitars.

However, there was one advantage: with cavalry in front, the enemy behind dared not fire anymore, and Han Chunming felt a sense of relief behind him.

He twisted his waist on horseback, twirled his longsword, and with a swift flick to the left and right, deflected four curved blades.

With a forceful thrust of his longsword, following the curved blades of the men, he swiftly stabbed them in the heart. The four men on either side were instantly reduced to corpses. Creating a gap, Han Chunming broke through the first encirclement.

Looking up, Han Chunming's face lit up with joy. At the exit of a large tent ahead, a slender man in brown brocade robes was being helped onto a horse by several guards.

As the crowd escorted him outwards, the cavalrymen nearby all crowded towards him. Without even looking, the slender man was none other than King Sanwanzi of the Tuwan Kingdom.

In the instant Han Chunming pondered, he heard the sound of something cutting through the air again. He cursed under his breath, swung his longsword to deflect the incoming arrows, and then charged towards the direction of Sanwanzi.

No matter how many guards Sanwanzi has, as long as he appears in my sight, he is one of my people!

Han Chunming charged into the ranks of dozens of cavalrymen ahead, unleashing powerful and sweeping attacks, slashing down dozens of men and carving a bloody path through them.

Even so, as more and more cavalrymen surrounded him, Han Chunming was getting closer and closer to the direction of Sanwanzi.

With only about ten meters to go before the three balls, the surrounding cavalry charged toward Han Chunming as if they didn't care about their lives, forming a dense, dark mass of people in all directions.

At this moment, Han Chunming felt that his spirit was at its peak. His long sword was slashing several times per second, but there were still countless curved blades slashing all over his body.

Finally, a mournful cry rang out, and the horse beneath him could no longer bear it. Its limbs went limp, and it lurched forward, causing Han Chunming to tumble off its back.

He was surrounded by countless hooves, and he rolled on the ground like a groundhog, dodging countless tramplings. Finally, he glanced to the side and saw Sanwanzi being protected by a group of people two meters away.

At this moment, Sanwanzi was helped onto his horse, but there were too many cavalrymen around him. His personal guards surrounded him in layers, and the group slowly avoided the direction of the attackers.

Han Chunming's horse had already been trampled into a bloody pulp by the dark mass of cavalry, while Han Chunming's figure was already five meters away, only two meters away from Sanwanzi, and he rushed over with almost no gaps around him.

Han Chunming didn't wait any longer. His long sword seemed to be a whirlwind of fire as he slashed around.

With a force that could split mountains and rivers, Han Chunming swung his hand, and several mournful cries rang out as several horses around him had their fore and hind limbs severed in one blow.

Countless horses fell forward or backward, the sound of hooves and the horses' mournful cries mingling with human shouts, creating chaos, utter chaos.

The horse under Sanwanzi's hind legs was cut off, and it let out a mournful cry before lunging forward.

Sanwanzi also fell to the ground. Just as he fell, a figure grabbed his belt and, like lifting a piglet, threw him into the air.

Sanwanzi was tossed high into the air like a rag doll. When the surrounding cavalry saw their king in the air, they forgot all about him and quickly tightened their reins, fearing that their horses would be startled and trample their king to death.

In the split second that everyone's attention shifted, Han Chunming also leaped up, his figure only a meter shorter than Sanwanzi's.

With a flick of his longsword, he knocked a cavalryman off his horse, while Han Chunming landed steadily on the horse's back.

In that instant, he grabbed Sanwanzi's figure with one hand, holding a sword in one hand and Sanwanzi's lean body in the other, holding him horizontally in front of him, and shouted loudly.

"Giddy up!" and then they sped outside.

This scene stunned everyone. After everyone came to their senses, a wave of anger, almost like a raging tide, rang out all around. Countless people raised their scimitars and rushed towards Han Chunming.

Han Chunming laughed heartily, wielding his sword in one hand and cleaving two men in front of him in two. With the other hand, he used three pills as a shield. Upon seeing the King's Shield, all the cavalrymen attacking him hesitated for a moment.

In that instant, Han Chunming's figure had already rushed more than ten meters away. Ahead was still a dense crowd of people. It would be almost impossible to break through the encirclement of three thousand people.

Han Chunming raised the three-ball shield, laughed loudly, held a sword in one hand, and roared at the surroundings.

"Your king is in my hands. Anyone who dares to approach me will be cut down by my sword!"