Han Chunming clamped the horse's back, and the gray horse under his crotch was in great pain. His limbs were like a motor was added, and he rushed towards the enemy camp.

Han Chunming was dressed in an outfit that was the same as the Tumaru Cavalry. In addition to the abrupt Qin sword on his waist, he also replaced the Tumaru Cavalry's leather armor.

He lowered his head and galloped in the dark. After Sanmao's cavalry battalion was teased three times, he was no longer sensitive to the harassment of the enemy.

The surrounding warning was significantly less, and a small number of scouts were arranged within a radius of two miles.

Han Chunming rode alone with a sword, causing waves of howling in the darkness. Before the scouts ahead could alarm, the long sword in the darkness was already like a dragon coming out of water. The other party's head had already rolled down when he woke up.

Han Chunming rushed into the enemy camp almost unimpededly. He shouted, but lowered his head and rushed to the tent at the center of the enemy camp.

When he arrived at the enemy camp, Han Chunming tried his best to control the horse's running speed. He lowered his body slightly and put his sword in the sheath. There was only one target, the enemy camp tent five hundred meters away in front.

The previous sound of the gong did not wake up the already trapped cavalry, let alone Han Chunming, who was deliberately disguised as a single rider.

No one would believe that a person dared to break into his own nest alone, but Han Chunming dared.

The snoring around almost covered Han Chunming's horse hooves. Occasionally, there were cavalrymen who were awakened. When they saw Han Chunming wearing his own leather armor, they mostly shouted in a daze and continued to fall asleep.

Han Chunming looked at the enemy camp's tent getting closer and closer, and he rarely smiled in his eyes. He never expected that this operation would be even smoother than he thought.

But things were not as easy as he thought. Sanmaozi was the leader of a country after all. Even if the big tent was in the center of the camp, there were still more than thirty personal guards outside the big tent.

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

Three tents form a triangle, with ten personal guards guarding each other in front, back and left and right. Han Chunming couldn't tell which tent the other party was in.

The more troublesome thing is still behind. Before Han Chunming got close to the three tents, several cavalry were slowly blocking in front, as if telling him that moving forward is prohibited from moving forward in front.

Han Chunming lowered his head, as if he was dozing off. The cavalrymen in front were not alert, but just blocked his way forward.

At this point, Han Chunming had no way back. He originally wanted to have another conflict a little later, but it was obviously impossible. There is only one choice now.

Han Chunming slowly placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, his waist and horse were united, and he slowly exerted force. The horse felt Han Chunming's fingering and rushed forward quickly with all his limbs.

Several cavalrymen ten meters away were still a little confused when they saw this scene. They thought the horse was frightened.

Perhaps they would never have thought that among these three thousand horses, there would be enemies alone to assassinate.

A cavalry quickly shouted in the direction of Han Chunming.

"Drop off my horse immediately and stop moving forward!"

As the cavalry was halfway through the voice, Han Chunming's head was raised, the sword in his hand was unsheathed, and he picked up and down. The opponent's throat was pierced by the sword, and his flesh was pulled, and blood and blood were splattered.

The cavalry around were stunned, but Han Chunming did not take action again, but shouted "Go!"

The horse accelerated again, rushing into the first big tent like an arrow.

As soon as he entered the big tent, Han Chunming saw several strong men in the tent at a glance that were about to get up.

When Han Chunming saw this scene, he immediately said, "I'm not the first one to choose one."

Although Han Chunming didn't know San Maruzi, he also knew that there was no king and he liked three big men in his bed, unless San Maruzi had some habit.

Han Chunming changed his mind, and then turned his horse's head and wanted to break out of the tent.

He wanted to rush over all the way, but the horse's skull couldn't stand it, so he could only turn the horse's head and return from the same way.

But at this moment, the three big men behind him had already stood up, and everyone pulled out the scimitar placed beside the bedside at almost the same time.

At the exit of the large tent ahead, someone was rushing into the inside, and there was a loud noise outside, and it was obvious that a large number of cavalry had been alarmed.

Han Chunming made up his mind and grabbed the hilt of the sword tightly, almost not looking at the three big men who were slashing at him behind him.

He just bent down slightly, then dodged a knife, and then the long sword in his hand slashed and raised it behind him, and three heads soared into the sky.

"drive!"

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

As soon as he rushed out of the tent, a cavalry rushed into the inside, and the two horses were almost colliding together. Han Chunming was not panicked, raised his long sword and shouted in front of him.

"Those who block me will die!"

As he said that, he slashed down with a sword, and the long sword slashed from the opponent's shoulder from top to bottom, all the way into the horse's back. The horse was pushed open by Han Chunming with a forceful stroke and the passage blocking the road.

Han Chunming rushed out five meters away and found that there were black cavalry around him.

Obviously, the incident that had just less than half a minute had awakened many cavalrymen, especially Sanmao's personal guards, had all surrounded this side.

The situation escalated further, and Han Chunming didn't have to think too much, turned his head and rushed towards the other two big tents.

As soon as he rushed out a few steps, he heard the sound of breaking through the air behind him. Han Chunming was not very good. The sword in his hand waved behind him for several times, and then he swung dozens of arrows.

Han Chunming didn't expect that at such a close distance, the other party would dare to shoot arrows, and he was so accurate.

The situation became increasingly dangerous. As soon as the arrow was swung out from behind, more than a dozen cavalrymen in front rushed towards Han Chunming with their scimitars.

However, there is also a little benefit. There are cavalry in front, so the enemy behind them dare not shoot again. Han Chunming felt a relaxed behind him.

He twisted his waist on the horse's back, and played a sword in his hand. He quickly picked it from left to right and left and right, and then he swung out four scimitars on both sides.

With the force of the sword, he quickly stabbed the opponent's heart along the scimitar of several people. The four people on both sides had become corpses, and a gap was made, and Han Chunming's figure had already rushed out of the first round of encirclement.

When he looked up, Han Chunming showed a hint of joy on his face. At the exit of a large tent in front of him, a thin man in brown clothes was supported by several guards.

Everyone was escorting him to rush out, and all the cavalrymen from not far away were crowding over there. Without looking, the thin man was Sanmaruo, the king of Tomaru.

The moment Han Chunming thought about it, he heard the sound of breaking through the air again. He couldn't help but curse, waved his sword and shot the arrowhead, and then rushed towards Sanmao.

No matter how many guards Sanmao has, as long as he appears in his sight, he will be his own person!

Han Chunming rushed into the dozens of cavalry in front, opened and closed, chopped dozens of people in a row, and fought a path of blood.

Even so, there were more and more cavalrymen around, but Han Chunming was getting closer and closer to Sanwanzi.

Seeing that Sanmao was still ten meters away, the cavalry around seemed to be desperate and rushed towards Han Chunming, with black people all over the east, southwest and northwest.

Han Chunming only felt that his spirit reached its peak at this moment. The long sword in his hand slashed several times in almost a second, but there were still countless scimitars slashing all over his body.

Finally, a whine sounded, and the horse under his crotch could not bear it. His limbs became weak and he completely swung forward. Han Chunming rolled off the horse.

There were countless horse hooves around him. He rolled on the ground like a gopher, avoiding countless stompings. Finally, he glanced at him and saw three meatballs two meters away protected by the buns.

At this moment, Sanmao was asked to help him on the horse, but there were too many cavalry around him. His personal guards surrounded him three layers inside and outside, and everyone slowly avoided the direction of the attacker.

Han Chunming's horse was trampled into meat paste by the black cavalry, but Han Chunming's figure was already five meters away. He saw that there were still two meters left from Sanmao, and there was almost no gap around him.

Han Chunming didn't wait any longer, and the long sword in his hand was like a hot wheel, slashing towards the surroundings.

The momentum of force was shaking Han Chunming's hand, and only a few wailing screams were heard, and several horses around him were cut off from the front and rear limbs.

Countless horses fell forward or backward, the sound of horse hooves and horses were mixed with the roars of humans, and the ups and downs, and they were completely in chaos.

The horse under Sanmao's crotch was cut off from his front hooves and rushed forward with a wailing cry.

Sanmao also fell to the ground. As soon as he fell to the ground, a figure grabbed the belt around his waist, lifted it up and threw it into the air.

Sanmao was thrown high in the air like a doll. The cavalry around him saw his king's figure in the air, and he didn't care about it, so he quickly pulled the reins tightly, for fear that his horse would be frightened and trampled on his king to death.

Just as everyone's eyes changed, Han Chunming's figure also jumped up, only one meter lower than Sanmaozi.

He raised the long sword in his hand and he took off a cavalry. Han Chunming landed steadily on the horse's back.

At this moment, Sanmaruzi's figure was grabbed by him with one hand. He held the sword in the other and carried Sanmaruzi's thin body in the other hand, and stood in front of him, shouting loudly.

"Go!" Then he rushed outside.

This scene shocked everyone. When everyone woke up, anger that almost surging waves sounded around. Countless people raised their machetes and rushed towards Han Chunming.

Han Chunming laughed loudly, holding a sword in one hand, splitting the two people in front of him, and carrying three balls as shields in the other. Seeing the king's shield, all the cavalry attacking him hesitated for a moment.

It was at this moment that Han Chunming's figure had already rushed out more than ten meters away, and there was still a crowd of black people ahead. It was almost impossible to break through the siege of three thousand people.

Han Chunming raised the three-meatball shield, laughed loudly, holding a sword in one hand, and shouted around.

"You king is in my hands. Whoever dares to do it, I will cut him with a sword!"

Under Han Chunming's clamping, the horse almost stopped and rushed forward without any effort.

The cavalry blocking the road ahead looked at the lifted king and all looked hesitant.

The soldiers did not dare to take action, and the generals hesitated, but Han Chunming's figure had already rushed far away.

In fact, the soldiers on the periphery had just woken up and were in a daze, while the cavalry inside was in a hesitant way, which was already a hundred meters away by Han Chunming.

Finally, a general reacted and quickly roared.

"Stop him and don't let him run away!"

With the order, the cavalry who woke up in time hurriedly snapped up their horses and chased Han Chunming.

However, at this moment, Han Chunming had already rushed out of the most crowded encirclement. Although there were still countless black shadows attacking this side, they were far less dense than just now.

Han Chunming was immediately overjoyed and did not play with Sanmao, and pressed him heavily on his abdomen as a human cushion. Then he lowered his head, clamped the horse's back, and rushed forward.

"Those who block me will die!"

One wave, two waves, three waves...

Han Chunming didn't remember himself, and had already killed through the wave of cavalry blocking the front.

Finally, the last wave of cavalry standing in front was still confused, and the two of them were already picked up by him.
To be continued...