The Han army received the first batch of more than a thousand people who escaped from Wuyang and placed them in the Han army camp. However, no one expected that something would happen that night.
Among these fleeing common people, there were more than twenty assassins recruited by Shi Xing. Late at night, the assassins disguised as common people quietly left their respective camps and gathered together.
The leading assassin was a man in his thirties, with a tall build and dark skin. After everyone gathered and gathered around him, the dark man asked in a low voice: "Do you know how much Wu Han's head is worth?
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"Two thousand gold!" A short, skinny man answered.
"That's right! As long as we can take Wu Han's head, each of us can get a hundred gold! With this hundred gold, we can live comfortably even if we don't do anything in the future.
For the rest of my life!”
Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard this, and there was a look of admiration on their faces. The dark man looked around at everyone and said, "I won't say any more nonsense. You all know what to do, right?"
"Understood!" "Mr. Yuan, we all listen to you!"
The swarthy man nodded and said: "I have found the location of Wu Han's sleeping tent, everyone should follow me!"
More than twenty assassins, led by a dark-skinned man, quietly left the common people's camp and hid in the east of the Han army's camp. While avoiding the patrolling soldiers, they moved closer to Wu Han's sleeping tent.
When they were still twenty or thirty meters away from Wu Han's sleeping tent, the group hid behind several tents, then stuck their heads out and carefully observed Wu Han's sleeping tent.
Wu Han was both the Grand Sima and the commander-in-chief of the army. He had many guards around him. There were three posts, one post, five steps and one sentry around his sleeping tent. There was no blind spot where he could take advantage of.
After observing quietly, the swarthy man retreated to the back of the tent, called everyone over, and said in a low voice: "There are too many guards around Wu Han's sleeping tent. It's difficult for us to take action. We have to lure some of those guards away first."
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As he spoke, he looked at the two youngest young men and said, "You two go and lure those guards away!"
The expressions on the two young men's faces changed at the same time. Didn't they let themselves die?
Before the two of them could speak, the swarthy man said: "After leading the guards away, you two don't have to run away desperately, just let them catch you. You two can say that you came out because you were too hungry and couldn't sleep.
Stealing something to eat!”
After hearing this, the expressions of the two young men softened a little. This was a good excuse.
The dark man looked at the other people and said: "After these two little brothers lead the guards away, it will be up to us. At that time, everyone will fight on their own, but the goal is the same, it is Wu Han, no matter who it is
, as long as Wu Han is killed, we will use a long whistle and a short whistle as a signal. When we hear the whistle, we immediately retreat and disperse outside the camp. Who lives and who dies is left to fate! Do you all brothers understand?"
Everyone looked solemn, nodded in unison, and responded: "Understood!"
The swarthy man said no more, nodded to everyone, and then his eyes fell on the two young men. The two young men understood, bent their waists, and moved closer to Wu Han's sleeping tent.
When Wu Han was still more than ten steps away from his sleeping tent, two young men quietly walked out from behind a tent and squatted beside the tent, tinkering with something.
A guard in front of the sleeping tent had sharp eyes. He saw two black figures next to the tent not far away. He immediately picked up his halberd and asked: "Who are they?"
The two young men were shaken, and without saying a word, they stood up and ran away. At this time, the other guards also saw the two of them. Without thinking, they picked up their weapons, threw away their legs, and chased after them.
The two of them were really good. They seduced as many as twenty or thirty guards away at once, leaving only a dozen or so of the guards who stayed by Wu Han's sleeping tent.
The dark man hiding in the dark saw the opportunity coming and waved his hand forward.
Twenty assassins appeared together and rushed straight to Wu Han's sleeping tent.
As the assassins rushed over, the guards around the sleeping tent were startled at first, and then they shouted in unison: "There are assassins! There are assassins attacking--"
Even if their shouts were loud enough to alert the whole camp, it would still take time for the Han soldiers to rush over. However, the assassins arrived in front of the sleeping tent in an instant, each armed with weapons, and fought with the guards.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when the guards were being held back, three assassins took the lead and rushed towards the sleeping tent.
The leader of the group thrust a knife into the fabric of the sleeping tent, and then swiped it downwards with force. With a sound of sand, a large opening as high as a person's height was opened in the tent.
The assassin with the knife rushed in through the gap in the tent. There was no light inside the tent, and it was pitch black. When he suddenly came in from the outside, his eyes were completely black and he couldn't see anything.
Before the knife-wielding assassin's eyes could adjust to the darkness in the sleeping tent, he heard a roar and a strong wind hit him.
The assassin couldn't see what was coming, so he instinctively raised the knife in his hand and blocked it in front of him.
Bang! With a harsh golden sound, a ball of sparks suddenly appeared in the dark sleeping tent.
At the same time, the powerful impact force knocked the knife-wielding assassin from the sleeping tent to the outside of the sleeping tent, and collided with the two companions outside who were about to get in. The three of them rolled and fell together.
land.
Before the three of them had time to get up from the ground, they heard rustling footsteps, and one person walked out of the sleeping tent step by step with a long sword in hand.
This man was tall and burly, wearing a white middle coat. The long sword in his hand was not as long as a horse-cutting sword, but it was not much shorter.
Looking at the face, the face is like a silver basin, with deep features, thick eyebrows and big eyes, eyes like bright stars, a straight nose, a square mouth, lips like red vermilion, handsome appearance, and majestic weapons. This is Wu Ziyan, the great Sima of the Wu Han Dynasty.
Wu Han held a long sword and walked out of the sleeping tent. He looked at the assassins outside with no fear on his face, not even the slightest surprise. He raised the corners of his mouth, sneered and said, "Young man, you are here to offer your head?"
The three assassins sitting on the ground closest to Wu Han glanced at each other. Then, the three of them jumped up from the ground, one knife and two swords, and they waved towards Wu Han.
Wu Han did not retreat but advanced. While he was bullying himself forward, he waved his long sword casually in the air.
Dang, Dang, Dang, with three crisp sounds, one sword and two swords were bounced away. Then, the long sword swept outwards horizontally, and a half-moon-shaped cold light suddenly appeared in the night.
His sword was so fast that the assassin with the sword didn't even have time to react. He felt a chill in his waist, and then a heartbreaking pain swept over him.
Plop! The legs below the waist are still standing on the ground, but the parts above the waist are falling on their backs.
The body was cut into two pieces. The assassin with the knife had not yet breathed his last. Half of his body was squirming on the ground, struggling, and letting out heart-rending screams.
This is a veritable cut in half.
Wu Han held his sword and walked towards the other two assassins without even looking at the two corpses. One of the assassins roared, came to Wu Han with his sword, pointed it at his face, and stabbed Wu Han with his sword.
Han just swung his sword outward casually.
Bang, whoosh! The sword in the assassin's hand flew away, spinning, and landed ten meters away. Wu Han then returned his sword and struck the assassin on the head. The sword edge followed the split head and kept crushing the assassin's head.
Between the eyebrows.
The assassin's body froze, and scarlet blood trickled down his forehead. Wu Han shouted: "Open!" He did not draw the sword, but pressed the blade down hard.
Click! The long sword opened the assassin's body from the middle and cut him into two halves alive. Wu Han casually flicked the blood on the sword and sneered: "How dare a rat act so rampant in front of me!"
Wu Han only made two moves, one of which killed an assassin.
Cut in half, split an assassin in half with one move.
The other assassins present were shocked and horrified, sweating profusely. The dark-skinned man in the lead yelled: "Brothers, don't be afraid. Let's all come together and behead Wu Han, and you will receive a thousand gold coins!"
Man dies for money, and bird dies for food. There must be a brave man under a heavy reward, and this will never change. Under the instigation of the dark man, the assassins suppressed the fear in their hearts and attacked Wu Han together.
Bang!
Wu Han swung his sword to fend off an oncoming ring-headed sword, and then passed the sword forward. Poof, the sharp edge penetrated the chest of an assassin, and the tip of the sword poked out from behind him. Wu Han kicked him sideways.
, kicked the corpse hanging on the long sword away, turned halfway, and swept out with his sword.
An assassin was a little slow to dodge, and the sword edge had already cut open his lower abdomen, and his white intestines flowed out instantly.
Wu Han waved his arm, pulled the opponent's head, and pushed him away. Then, he slashed Huashan's sword on the head of an assassin.
The assassin hurriedly raised his sword to parry. Unfortunately, he was facing Wu Han. How could Wu Han's heavy sword be so easy to catch?
Bang! The long sword slashed at his sword, the sword fell to the ground, and the assassin's jaw cracked. Wu Han casually swung his sword outward, a cold light suddenly appeared, blood burst out, and the human head flew into the air.
This was not even a fight, it was completely a one-sided massacre.
Even if there were no bodyguards and Han soldiers came to help, and Wu Han was the only one, these assassins would not be able to take advantage at all. On the contrary, none of them could survive a single move from Wu Han's sword.
"Wu Gongcha is so powerful that he is like an enemy of the country!"
This is Liu Xiu's evaluation of Wu Han. The idiom "not as good as one's best" comes from this. However, "not as good as one's best" here means to inspire people and boost morale. One person can defeat a country, and he is talking about Wu Han.
More than 20 assassins, more than 20 warriors with strong martial arts skills, who were willing to fight with their lives, were as weak as grass in front of Wu Han. Wu Han killed one by one with one sword, and died in just a moment.
There are more than ten assassins under the sword, including the dark-skinned man named as the leader.
Seeing that the remaining assassins were surrounded by his own guards and soldiers, Wu Han chuckled, threw the sword in his hand to the guards next to him, and said, "Wash it clean!"
"Here!" The guard held the blood-stained sword in both hands and hurriedly bowed in agreement.
Wu Han looked around and asked with a slight frown: "A rat like this wants to disturb my rest and force me to fight?"
The guards around him all lowered their heads, their faces flushed, and no one dared to answer the question.
"Lai She, Cen Peng, died at the hands of such a rat, which has ruined his reputation for the rest of his life!"
Especially for Cen Peng, Wu Han felt sad just thinking about it. Whenever there is a dispute among the people, there will be a dispute. You, a majestic general, want to intervene. Isn't this deliberately giving the assassins a chance to kill him?
Thousands of troops from both armies made it through the formation unscathed, but in the end they died from an assassin's assassination. Their death was too cowardly and too humiliating.
Thinking of Lai She, Cen Peng, and Wu Han who were assassinated and died, they shook their heads with emotion, and then he asked: "How did these assassins sneak into our army camp?"
Liu Shang ran out from the crowd, looked at the corpses of the assassins, and whispered: "It looks like they were disguised as common people and sneaked into our army camp!"
Wu Han asked: "Are there any other assassins among the common people?"
Liu Shang said seriously: "I will go and investigate right now! Investigate them one by one!"
"We don't have so much time to waste on such insignificant matters. All the people in the camp will be expelled. If there are still people in Wuyang who come over, they will be refused to leave the camp and will not be taken in. If anyone approaches forcibly, they will be killed without mercy!
"After Wu Han finished explaining, he turned back to his sleeping tent and said impatiently: "Mend the tent as soon as possible!"
