Daqin: I, Fusu, can summon the undead

Chapter 18: Can’t win, can’t win at all

Zhang Yi, along with five envoys, arrived at the front of the undead army outside the Great Wall with a tragic look on his face.

"Gudong!"

Looking at the dense forest of dead bodies and skeletons in front of him, and feeling the cold deathly aura emanating from the undead, Zhang Yi could not help but swallow his saliva. With a fearless look on his face, he shouted to the dense crowd of undead in front of him: "I am Zhang Yi, the envoy of Yiquguan Pass of Qin State, and I am here to pay my respects to the Lich King! Please report to me!"

Hearing Zhang Yi's shout, the dense group of undead made way for a three-meter-wide passage in the middle.

Looking at the passage vacated by the undead and their horrific appearances, Zhang Yi swallowed his saliva again, and then he led the delegation cautiously into the passage vacated by the undead.

Walking in, feeling the gazes of the dead and skeletons on both sides, looking at the old and damaged armor and broken bodies of these undead, feeling the deathly aura and coldness emanating from these undead, Zhang Yi and others suddenly felt as horrible as if they were walking into the gates of hell, and even their steps became a little weak.

"Gudong!"

Under the gazes of the undead on both sides, Zhang Yi swallowed hard again, and hurriedly walked deeper into the passage with his head down, taking the four deputies with him.

Soon, Zhang Yi brought the delegation to the center of the Undead army, only to be stopped by the death warriors guarding the carriage.

At this time, the freezing cold air had made them shiver, and frost was everywhere on the ground. They finally saw the luxurious car frame among the millions of undead from afar.

"Gudong!"

Looking at the luxurious carriage in front of them and a group of high-level undead with terrifying auras and traces of war all over their bodies, Zhang Yi and the messengers swallowed hard for the fourth time.

Under the gaze of the high-level undead, Zhang Yi took the lead in performing the Qin ceremony and said loudly: "The envoy of Yiquguan of Qin State has come to pay a visit to the Lich King!"

"Noise! ​​The envoy from Yiqu Pass is here to see you!"

In the distance, Badawan, who was standing beside the carriage, received Fusu's signal and took a few steps forward, shouting loudly.

After hearing the announcement, the death warriors who had stopped Zhang Yi and the other five messengers stepped back and signaled the messengers to pass.

"Wow!"

The high-level undead in front of the frame also unanimously made way for a path leading to the frame.

"Thank you, Lich King!"

Zhang Yi bowed again, shouted loudly, and then led the delegation into the passage vacated by the high-level undead.

Coming to the carriage, looking at the luxurious carriage that was five meters high, ten meters long and six meters wide, Zhang Yi straightened his robe, raised his hand again to make a Qin salute, and shouted again: "The Qin State Yiquguan Envoy has come to see the Lich King with gifts!"

"Envoys from Qin State, no need to formality, come into the carriage!" Fusu's voice came from the carriage.

"Thank you, Lich King!"

"You wait here!"

Zhang Yi signaled the four deputy envoys to wait where they were, took the gift from the deputy envoys, and stepped forward to prepare to board the carriage.

"Take off your weapons and check the gifts!"

The two death warriors in front of the frame suddenly reached out to stop Zhang Yi, signaling Zhang Yi to take off his weapons and check the gifts.

"No need to check, let him in!"

Fusu's voice came from the frame.

"go in!"

Hearing the sound, the two death warriors took a step back and signaled Zhang Yi that he could enter the frame.

"Emissary Zhang Yi from Yiqu Pass pays homage to the Lich King!"

Zhang Yi entered the carriage holding the gifts, and saw Fusu sitting on the white bear skin. He immediately bowed and paid homage to him again, feeling surprised.

At this time, Fusu's face had returned to normal appearance, but his eyes were a strange dark blue.

"No need for formalities, envoy! Sit down!" Fusu said with a smile, motioning Zhang Yi to sit down.

"Thank you, Lich King!" Zhang Yi hurriedly thanked him again, then sat down cross-legged opposite Fusu, picked up the box and was about to speak. "Don't worry about the gift!" Fusu said with a smile, "I haven't been back to Qin for more than half a year. Tell me about Qin's affairs this year and Xianyang's affairs!"

"Young Master!" Hearing this, Zhang Yi quickly stood up and saluted again. But this time he was saluting as the Young Master of Fusu.

"No need to be so polite! Sit down and talk!" Fusu raised his hand again to motion Zhang Yi to sit down.

Zhang Yi sat down again and said carefully, "My Lord, this year the king sent troops to attack Han and succeeded in destroying Han. Apart from that, there is nothing else important. I have been in Yiqu for a long time and have not heard of the facts in Xianyang. I dare not make any comments. Please forgive me, my Lord."

"Is that so? No problem!" Fusu smiled nonchalantly and said, "Then let's talk business. I want to visit Qin. How about reporting?"

"Reply to the Lich King!" Hearing this, Zhang Yi sat up straight and said, "It will take another 6-7 days for Yiqu to reach Xianyang. The time is short. I'm afraid the cavalry that sent the letter has not yet arrived in Xianyang."

"Is that so?" Fusu nodded. "Then I'll wait a few more days."

"Your Majesty," Zhang Yi said again, "It may take another seven or eight days for a response. Do you think you should order your troops to withdraw? I will come back to report to you when the response arrives."

"It's okay, I'll just wait here!" Fusu said with a smile: "Besides, for me, this is both a visit to Qin and a return home!"

"." Seeing that Fusu seemed to have no intention of withdrawing his troops, Zhang Yi was speechless for a moment, and said with a stiff face: "Your Highness, your army is stationed here, and the soldiers and people in the city are nervous. It would be bad if any misunderstanding occurred, and it would also affect the relationship between you and His Majesty."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Fusu looked at Zhang Yi and said slowly, "I am not only the eldest son of Qin, Fusu, but also the Lich King Fusu."

"I dare not!" Zhang Yi said hurriedly, feeling bitter in his heart, ready to persuade him again. "Your Highness, Your Majesty..."

"You don't need to say more. I can wait here for seventy, eighty or ninety days. But I must go home before the end of the year. Please go back and report, envoy of Qin! Send him out!"

Fusu interrupted Zhang Yi and ordered him to leave.

"Messenger, please go back!"

Several female ghosts in the frame came up to Zhang Yi and spoke respectfully.

"Young Master..." How could Zhang Yi be willing to leave without achieving his goal? He wanted to speak eagerly, but he couldn't say anything halfway through. He turned around and walked out involuntarily.

Several ghosts actually directly controlled Zhang Yi's body, making him unable to speak. He could only watch himself walk out of the frame step by step and away from the frame.

Only after he walked out of the army of millions of undead did Zhang Yi regain his freedom.

"Ugh!"

Turning around and looking at the thousands of undead souls that had blocked the passage again, Zhang Yi felt bitter in his heart. However, he could only sigh helplessly and return to Yiqu Pass with his four deputy envoys.

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"What's the situation? Is it the eldest prince Fusu? Has he agreed to withdraw his troops?"

Zhang Yi had just returned from Yiqiu Guanzhong when Meng Wu and Zhang Tang hurried over to inquire.

"Alas!" Zhang Yi sighed helplessly and said, "It should be the eldest prince Fusu, but he did not agree to withdraw his troops!"

"What do you mean by should? Explain clearly!"

Meng Wu and Zhang Tang frowned and said.

"He looks very similar to the eldest son's portrait, but his eyes are the same dark blue as those corpses, so I'm not sure!" Zhang Yi said helplessly and told the two of them all his experiences.

Especially Fusu’s last sentence, that he must return home before the end of the year, made him feel helpless.

"..."

After listening to Zhang Yi's story, Meng Wu and Zhang Tang couldn't help feeling distressed.

This last sentence is clearly a threat!
"What do you think of the fighting power of those undead? What are our chances of winning if we start a war?"

Meng Wu frowned and asked another question. He had to prepare for the worst.

"." Zhang Yi was silent for a moment, then said: "We can't win, we can't win at all!"

(End of this chapter)