Hundreds of Qin soldiers stabbed out, rushed and pulled, and rushed to the front dozen people. Their bodies were suddenly stabbed to pieces and their whole bodies fell softly to the ground.

Seeing the sudden emergence of reinforcements, the members of the Black Bear Tribe suddenly pulled the iron chains on their bodies, making jingling sounds, and the scene suddenly became a mess.

The chief judge looked as usual, with a calm face. With a wave of his hand, hundreds of Qin soldiers behind him once again pointed their long spear at these people.

Whether it was the more than 400 Black Bear Tribe members or the hundreds of alien men who came to rescue, facing such strict discipline in the face of the Qin soldiers, waiting for their ending, there was only 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 Qin Bing's long sword, or because of the only remaining pity in his heart, he finally chose to take action.

Han Chunming's Qin sword was like a dragon coming out of the water, and the sound of the sword turning out was as if it was like the music before death, and a cold light flashed like white light.

Han Chunming's footsteps suddenly accelerated, and he walked against the current in the crowd, rushed out of the crowd, and leaped over the heads of the aliens holding scimitars.

Amid everyone's screams, the foot was on the Qin soldiers' long spear, stepped on the long pole to leverage the force, and a jump, the figure had already appeared among the hundreds of Qin soldiers.

The originally neat steps of the Qin soldiers were broken alive by Han Chunming. Dozens of Qin soldiers around him started to return to defense while shouting. The Qin swords in the hands of some officers had already been pulled up.

The leader of the team officer raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it straight at Han Chunming, roaring with a ferocious face.

"kill!"

Hundreds of Qin soldiers around him roared in an orderly manner.

"kill!"

The murderous aura was deafening, and a certain emotion in Han Chunming's body seemed to be aroused. Countless Qin soldiers rushed towards him, and the long spear and spear behind him seemed to be trying to pierce him.

But Han Chunming was faster. He roared wildly in his mouth and the sword in his hand immediately slashed around. The head and broken limbs flew away, and blood mist covered Han Chunming's eyes. His eyes turned red and blue veins in his arms burst out.

Everything that blocked him was split with just one sword, and there was only blood mist and torture in front of him. With one force, he broke all the methods. This moment of randomly controlling other people's life and death made Han Chunming's inner killing sentiment reach its peak.

At this moment, Han Chunming felt that all the shackles in his heart were opened, and whether they were negative or positive emotions, they all 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 waved his sword, and the flow of people around him gradually became scarce. The corpses and broken weapons on the ground were scattered all over the ground, and the dry yellow land under his feet began to become muddy.

Only a click was heard, the Qin sword in his hand was broken into three pieces. Han Chunming's eyes gradually returned to Qingming. He slowly lowered his right arm, and the remaining hilt fell under his feet, and the surroundings were covered with blood.

Han Chunming stepped on the land soaked in blood step by step, and the muddy land emitted a foul smell. Han Chunming looked at him and found that there were no living people within dozens of meters around him.

Layers of corpses were scattered randomly within a range of hundreds of meters. There were only a few dozen aliens holding scimitars at this moment.

On the other side, hundreds of Black Bear Tribe members were crowding in a corner, squatting on the ground, trembling. Whether it was the aliens holding a scimitar or the extremely tall Black Bear members, they looked at Han Chunming's eyes and bowed their heads together, not daring to look at him.

There were only a hundred meters away from the Qin soldiers, and dozens of soldiers holding long spears were trembling all over. They retreated step by step, and the long spears in their hands had lost any momentum at this moment.

The chief criminal in the crowd was no longer as calm as before. He raised the long sword in his hand, pointed to Han Chunming's direction, and let out a roar of sorrow.

"Strike! Attack! The power of the Great Qin Tianwei cannot be offended! Kill, kill!"

But under his roar, no one moved forward, but instead retreated with Han Chunming's advancement.

Han Chunming stepped in the muddy blood mud, and walked towards the dozens of Qin soldiers step by step. When he walked to the main punishment official, the surroundings were empty.

The dozens of Qin soldiers had all fled, and only the main punishment officer with swords still on their backs, with fear and anger in his eyes. The tip of the sword in his hand was trembling. Looking at Han Chunming who was approaching step by step, he didn't even dare to stab him half a step.

Han Chunming's nose was only one step away from the tip of his sword, and the other party still did not dare to stab it out. Obviously, his courage was already scared.

Han Chunming sighed, slowly stretched out his hand, snatched the sword from the other party, ignored the other party, and then turned around and walked back step by step.

Han Chunming walked to the group of Black Bear Tribe with a long sword. These tall aliens were as strong as gorillas, but at this moment, he was so scared that he was trembling when he saw Han Chunming approaching.

The women and children squatting on the ground hugged each other tightly, their eyes terrified. Many children, who were 1.7 meters tall, were in their mother's arms, and were so scared that they cried loudly.

Han Chunming glanced at him, and everyone looked away. There was only an old-fashioned white-bearded old man raised his head and stared at him in a daze.

Han Chunming and the old man looked at each other for a while. Although the two had no communication, Han Chunming had already guessed the old man's identity. He walked to the other side, raised the long sword in his hand, and shouted solemnly.

"Black bear tribe, are you willing to surrender to me!"

At this moment, Han Chunming's image seemed to be like a god who came down to earth. His eyes were like lightning, and his tone seemed to have no emotion in his tone, and his eyes were straight at the patriarch of the Black Bear Tribe in front of him.

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

"The Black Bear Tribe is willing to surrender! Long live the king, long live, long live!"

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

The old man's actions made the adult black bear tribe members around him kneel down, pulling the iron lock on his body, making a pulling collision sound.

The group of people knelt down on the ground, shouting long live the king, and doing the same kneeling and worshiping as the old man.

As all the adult tribes knelt down and surrendered, the remaining women and children continued to follow suit and kneel all over the ground.

Looking at the more than 400 Black Bear tribe members who were shouting long live the king and kneeling in front of him, Han Chunming felt that this moment was so wonderful.

At this moment, he finally knew why so many people like to be emperors, because this feeling of being the only one is really inflating.

With a harsh "click" sound, the iron chain on the hand of the white-bearded old man in front of Han Chunming was cut off by Han Chunming with a knife. Then, he was like cutting vegetables, and several knifes were cut off.

The old white-bearded man looked at the broken iron chains on his hand, and then looked at the broken iron chains on his legs. He raised his head and howled like a beast to the sky.

The Black Bear tribe members who had regained their freedom all let out similar roars. They stood up slowly from the ground and stood up on the ground like gorillas.

Han Chunming cut off the iron locks on the hands and feet of dozens of people in one breath, and finally felt that this was not a head, because he had already vaguely heard the sound of horse hooves and the sound of vibrating footsteps.

The Qin soldiers on the side of the city wall should have been gathering. They have not had much time left and must retreat as soon as possible.

After enjoying the pleasure of being the king, the headache has just begun.

The defenders of this small border town should be around 1,000. He had just killed hundreds of people, and there should be four or five hundred people. This is not the key. The key is that he has vaguely seen wolf smoke rising from the city wall.

It was not the smoke from cooking, but the signal of ventilation. This place is more than 60 miles away from the border, and there are several military assembly posts along the way. At most, thousands of cavalry will arrive in one hour.

There are still tens of thousands of Qin soldiers in the border area. No matter how powerful he is, he cannot lead these hundreds of women and children to avenge his blood among thousands of cavalry.

But soon, this matter was no longer a problem for him, because the remaining twenty aliens holding scimitars had already trotted to him, and those people also knelt in front of Han Chunming as people from the Black Bear Tribe.

The white-bearded old man, the former leader of the black bear, quickly spoke loudly to Han Chunming.

"King, these people are vassal tribes of our Black Bear Tribe. They have arranged their routes and preparations for escape outside the city. The Qin soldiers are about to chase them. Let's leave here first."

Han Chunming nodded, and then asked the adult black bears who had already unlocked the iron lock to rush towards the city gate with the women and children who had not yet unlocked the iron lock.

Han Chunming rushed in front with a sword in his hand, allowing everyone to follow his own pace.

This time, he will fight for a bloody path!

There are still about five miles away from the city gate. Along the way, there are wide streets and houses, perhaps for the convenience of cavalry riding. The streets of this small town are dozens of meters wide and long, and the streets are wide and straight.

Han Chunming rushed in front with a sword, followed by five or six black bears with a figure of more than two meters behind him.

They held the long spear four or five meters long, roared in their mouths, waved the spears in their hands, and dispersed the pedestrians around them.

There was almost no need for them to drive them away. The people around watched the group of people dragging iron chains and making jingling sounds, and they were so scared that they avoided them.

The iron chains of hundreds of people behind him have not been cut off, and their walking speed is extremely slow. The sound of the iron chains colliding has attracted almost all the eyes around him.

Sure enough, less than a mile away, dozens of cavalry rushed out at the turn of the street a hundred meters ahead.

The cavalry had Qin swords on their waists and a bow hung on their backs. Almost as they saw Han Chunming and his group of people, the cavalry took out long arrows from behind and shot them in an orderly manner.

Dozens of long arrows, like a gust of black rain, made a whizzing sound of breaking through the air, and shot towards Han Chunming.

Seeing the bows and arrows in the hands of the group of cavalrymen, Han Chunming felt something was wrong. He flashed and arrived at the door of an ordinary person next to him. He slashed it with a sword and cut it off.

He rushed to the center of the street with a two-meter-high wooden board in one hand, and then threw the cavalry array dozens of meters away vigorously. The wooden board rushed to the cavalry against dozens of arrows.

Han Chunming's eyes looked like lightning, and he slashed the arrows that were shooting past him one after another. However, the streets were too wide and the area of ​​crossbow arrows was still too wide. In this round of volleys, several painful hums came from behind Han Chunming.

Seeing this, Han Chunming made a fuss in his heart. If he wanted to rush out, he had to deal with the group of cavalry in front of him as soon as possible. Then he yelled at the adult black bears with long spears behind him.

"Winning out with me!"

Everyone behind them roared, raised the long spear in their hands, and rushed up with Han Chunming.

The wooden board that had just been thrown out seemed like a rotating iron plate, slapped horizontally on the group of cavalrymen.

Five or six cavalrymen at the front were beaten to fly several meters and rolled down on the walls of houses on both sides of the street, smashing into dust.

A hundred meters away was fleeting, and the cavalry almost shot the first round, then put away their longbows, drew their swords and raised them, and charged at Han Chunming and his group.

At this moment, the blood in Han Chunming's body surged, and a layer of blood red appeared in his eyes again, and there seemed to be a bloodthirsty monster in his body. He made a longing scream in his body.

"kill!!"

"kill!!"

The two sides shouted and shouted!

The brave ones win when they meet on a narrow road, but unfortunately, these cavalrymen face the killing god Han Chunming.

Han Chunming was like a man-eating tiger, leading a group of black bears into the flock. The long sword in his hand was his claws. Whether it was a horse or a soldier, under his claws, they were often filled with flesh and blood.

Han Chunming, who had already killed crazy, no longer remembered when the sword in his hand had broken again. He was now a stone carp in his hand that he was grabbing casually on the street.

The hundreds of kilograms of stone carpet seemed to be nothing in his hands, but the stone carpet had been stained with minced meat and blood, which proved the tragic scene of the battle just now.

As the last two cavalrymen were smashed into their heads by the stone carp in his hand, only the neighing horses were left on the entire street.

The cavalry on the horse's back had already been stacked and turned into scattered limbs, falling horizontally and vertically on the streets.

Han Chunming roared and threw the stone in his hand towards the wall in front. With the violent sound, the wall collapsed.

Han Chunming turned over the horse, picked up a spear on the ground, grabbed the reins, and shouted at the Black Bear Tribe members behind him.
To be continued...