The Han army received the first batch of more than 1,000 people who escaped from Wuyang and placed them in the Han army camp, but no one expected that something would happen that night.

Among these fleeing civilians were more than twenty Assassins recruited by Shi Xing.

In the middle of the night, the Assassins, disguised as civilians, quietly left their tents and converged.

One of the Assassins at the head was a man in his thirties, burly and dark-skinned.

After everyone arrived and gathered around him, the swarthy man lowered his voice and asked, "Do you know how much gold Wu Han's head is worth?" ”

"Two thousand gold!"

A thin man with a small head answered.

"That's right! As long as we can win Wu Han's head, each of us can get a hundred gold! With this 100 gold, even if we don't do anything in the future, we can live the rest of our lives comfortably! ”

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard this, and their faces showed a look of longing.

The swarthy man looked around at everyone and said, "I won't say more nonsense, everyone knows what to do, right?" ”

"Understood!"

"Mr. Yuan, we all listen to you!"

The swarthy man nodded and said, "I have found out the location of Wu Han's bed, everyone follow me!" ”

More than 20 assassins, led by the swarthy man, quietly left the camp of the common people and hid in the middle of the Han army camp, dodging the patrolling soldiers while approaching Wu Han's sleeping tent little by little.

When they were still twenty or thirty meters away from Wu Han's sleeping tent, the group waited to hide behind several camp tents, and then poked their heads out and carefully observed Wu Han's sleeping tent.

Wu Han is not only the great Sima, but also the main general in the army, there are many guards around him, and around the sleeping tent, there are three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, and there is no dead end that can be exploited.

After quietly observing for a while, the swarthy man retreated to the back of the tent, summoned everyone over, and said in a low voice: "There are too many guards around Wu Han's tent, it is difficult for us to start, we have to lure those guards away first!" ”

As he spoke, he looked at the two youngest youths and said, "You two go and lure away those guards!" ”

The faces of the two young men changed at the same time, didn't they let themselves be sent to death?

Without waiting for the two of them to speak, the swarthy man said: "After luring the guards away, you two don't have to run away desperately, just let them catch them, you two can say that it was because you were too hungry to sleep, so you came out to steal something to eat!" ”

Hearing this, the faces of the two young men softened a little, which was a good excuse.

The swarthy man looked at the other people again, and said: "After these two little brothers have led some of the guards away, the next thing is to look at us, when the time comes, everyone will fight separately, but the goal is the same, that is, Wu Han, no matter who it is, as long as Wu Han is killed, it will be a long and a short whistle as a signal, and when we hear the whistle, we immediately retreat and scatter to run outside the camp, who lives and who dies, resigned to fate!" Do you all understand, brothers? ”

Everyone's expressions were solemn, and they nodded their heads in unison, and they all responded: "Understood!" ”

The swarthy man said no more, nodded to everyone, and then his gaze fell on the two young men.

The two young men understood, bent their waists, and approached Wu Han's sleeping tent little by little.

When there were still more than ten steps away from Wu Han's tent, two young men quietly came out from the back of a tent and squatted beside the tent, not knowing what they were doing.

One of the guards in front of the tent had sharp eyes, and when he saw two black shadows beside the tent not far away, he immediately picked up his halberd and asked, "Who is it?" ”

The two young men were shocked, and without saying a word, they got up and ran.

At this time, the rest of the guards also saw the two of them, and without thinking about it, they raised their weapons, threw off their legs, and chased after them.

The two of them were really good, and they seduced away as many as twenty or thirty guards at once, and there were only a dozen of the guards left behind by Wu Han's tent.

Seeing that the opportunity had come, the swarthy man who was hiding in the shadows waved his hand forward, and twenty assassins appeared in unison, rushing straight to Wu Han's sleeping tent.

As the Assassins rushed straight over, the guards around the tent were stunned for a moment, and then shouted in unison: "There are assassins!" "No matter how loud their shouts were, loud enough to alarm the whole battalion, it would take time for the Han soldiers to rush over, but in an instant the Assassins were close to the tent, each armed with his own weapon, and fought with the guards."

Taking advantage of the gap between the guards and the guards, three Assassins rushed to the tent first.

The leader of the group inserted a knife into the tent cloth of the sleeping tent, and then slashed down hard, and with a sound of sand, the tent cloth was cut through a large hole more than one person high.

The knife-wielding assassin rushed straight into the tent.

There was no light in the tent, it was pitch black, and when it suddenly came in from outside, it was completely black, and nothing could be seen.

Before the sword-wielding assassin's eyes could adjust to the darkness of the tent, he heard a whirring sound and a strong wind hit him.

The assassin couldn't see what was coming, and he instinctively raised the knife in his hand to block it in front of him.

When! With a piercing golden sound, a cloud of sparks suddenly appeared in the dark sleeping tent.

At the same time, the powerful impact force slammed the sword-wielding assassin's body from the inside of the tent to the outside of the tent, colliding with the two companions who were about to get in outside, and the three of them rolled to the ground together.

Before the three of them could get up from the ground, they heard the rustling of footsteps, and one of them walked out of the tent step by step with a long sword in his hand.

This man was tall and burly, wearing a white middle coat, and the long sword in his hand, even if it was not as long as the horse sword, was not much shorter.

Looking at the face, the face is like a silver basin, the facial features are profound, the eyebrows are thick and the eyes are like stars, the nose is straight and the mouth is square, the lips are like Danzhu, the appearance is handsome, and the instrument is lofty.

This is the Great Sima, Wu Han and Wu Ziyan.

Wu Han held his long sword and walked out of the tent, looking at the group of assassins outside, his face was not afraid, and he did not even have the slightest surprise.

The corners of his mouth hooked, sneered, and said, "Junior Mouse, but come to offer your head?" ”

The three assassins sitting on the ground glanced at each other, and then the three of them jumped up from the ground in unison, a knife and two swords, and beckoned to Wu Han's body.

Wu Han did not retreat but advanced, and while he was bullying himself, the long sword waved casually in the air.

When, dang, dang, with three crisp sounds, a knife and two swords, Qi was bounced away.

Immediately afterward, the long sword swept out horizontally, and in the night, a half-moon-shaped cold light suddenly appeared.

His sword was so fast that the sword-wielding assassin didn't have time to react before he felt a chill in his waist, and then a sharp pain swept over his heart.

Poof! The legs below the waist are still standing on the ground, and the parts above the waist are lying on their backs.

The body was slashed in two, and the knife-wielding assassin had not yet breathed, half of his body squirmed and struggled on the ground, letting out a heart-rending scream.

It's a veritable halving.

Wu Han held his sword, didn't even look at the two corpses, and walked towards the other two assassins.

One of the assassins roared, came up to Wu Han with his sword, aimed it at his face, and stabbed it with a sword.

Wu Han only waved his sword outward casually.

Whoosh, whoosh! The sword in the assassin's hand flew out of his hand, spun around, and fell ten meters away.

Wu Han then returned his sword and slashed at the top of the Assassin's head, the blade of the sword running down the split head until it pressed down the center of the Assassin's eyebrows.

The assassin's body froze, and scarlet blood trickled down his head.

Wu Han snorted: "Open!" ”

Instead of drawing his sword, he pressed the blade down with all his might.

Click! The sword split the assassin's body in the middle, cutting it in half.

Wu Han shook the blood stains on the sword with his hand, and sneered: "The rats dare to run rampant in front of me!" ”

Wu Han made only two moves, one to cut an Assassin in half and the other to split an Assassin in half.

The rest of the Assassins were horrified and horrified, and sweat was pouring down.

The swarthy man at the head yelled: "Brothers, don't be afraid, everyone go up together, cut off Wu Han's head, and you can get a thousand gold!" ”

People die for wealth, birds die for food, and there will be brave men under the heavy reward, which will remain unchanged for eternity.

At the instigation of the swarthy man, the Assassins suppressed the fear in their hearts and attacked Wu Han together.

When! Wu Han swung his sword to block an oncoming ring-headed sword, and then the blade of the sword was handed forward, poof, the edge piercing through the chest of an assassin and sticking out the tip of the sword behind it.

Wu Han kicked out sideways, kicked out the corpse hanging on the long sword, and his body turned halfway, and swept out with a sword.

One of the assassins was a little slower to dodge, and the blade had already sliced open his lower abdomen, and Bai Huahua's intestines flowed out instantly.

With a wave of his arm, Wu Han grabbed the opponent's head and pushed it sideways, and then, with a sword from Hua Shan, he slashed at the top of an assassin's head.

The assassin hurriedly parried upwards with his sword.

It's a pity that he is playing against Wu Han, Wu Han's heavy sword, how can it be so easy to catch?

When! The long sword slashed at his saber, the saber fell to the ground, the assassin's mouth cracked, Wu Han casually waved the sword outward, the cold light appeared, the blood light burst out, and the human head flew into the air.

It's not even a fight, it's a one-sided massacre.

Even if there were no guards and soldiers of the Han army to come to help, only Wu Han alone, these assassins would not be able to take advantage of it at all, but none of them could make a single move under Wu Han's sword.

'Wu tolerance is unsatisfactory, looming as an enemy country! This is Liu Xiu's evaluation of Wu Han, and the idiom 'unsatisfactory' comes from this.

However, the unsatisfactory here is to invigorate people, to boost morale.

One person can rival one country, and it is Wu Han.

More than 20 assassins, more than 20 strong martial arts, and the rangers who fought and didn't want to die, in front of Wu Han, they were as fragile as grass mustard, Wu Han was a sword, only a moment's work, and more than a dozen assassins died under his sword, including the swarthy man who was the leader.

Seeing that the remaining assassins had been surrounded by his own guards and soldiers, Wu Han snorted, threw the long sword in his hand to the guards next to him, and said, "Scrub it clean!" ”

"Whoa!"

The guard held the bloodstained sword in both hands and hurriedly bowed down in agreement.

Wu Han looked around and asked with a slight frown: "It's just such a rat, you also want to disturb my rest and work for me to fight?" ”

The guards around him hung their heads one by one, their old faces were flushed, and no one dared to answer.

"Lai She, Cen Peng, actually died at the hands of such rats, it is simply a ruin of the reputation of the first generation!"

Especially Cen Peng, Wu Han felt sad when he thought about it.

When there is a dispute between the people, there is a dispute, and you are a big general who runs to intervene in something, isn't this the intention to give the assassin the opportunity to assassinate! The two armies of thousands of troops broke through unharmed, and finally died in the assassination of the assassins, too poor and too aggrieved.

Thinking of the assassinated Lai She and Cen Peng, Wu Han shook his head with a sigh, and then he asked, "How did these assassins sneak into our army's camp?" ”

Liu Shang ran out of the crowd, looked at the corpses of the assassins, and whispered: "It seems that he disguised himself as a common man and blended into the camp of our army!" ”

Wu Han asked, "Among those people, are there other assassins?" ”

Liu Shangzheng said: "The last general will go and investigate!" Check them one by one! ”

"We don't have so much time to waste on these inconsequential things, the people in the camp will be expelled, if there are still people in Wuyang running over, they will be rejected from the camp and will not be contained, if there are those who forcibly approach, they can be killed!"

After Wu Han finished explaining, he turned around and returned to his sleeping tent, and said impatiently: "Repair the tent cloth as soon as possible!" ”