Daqin: I, Fusu, can summon the undead

Chapter 8: The Lich King's Pressure

When they saw the charging enemy, these usually fierce and brutal Hun soldiers trembled. Many of them had shaking hands holding their weapons, and some even wet their pants.

"Escape!"

I don't know who shouted first, and then a large number of Huns turned around and ran, scrambling for horses. For a moment, the Huns' defense line was in chaos, and countless people were knocked to the ground.

"Roar!"

Amid roars, countless skeleton soldiers rushed over like a tsunami, instantly overwhelming the already collapsed Hun defense line.

The dense undead continued to charge, as densely packed as a corridor after school. They killed everything they saw, knocked over tents, stamped out fires, and spread like a blue-white tide, flooding the entire Hun camp.

Sounds of fear, screams, and horse neighing continued to rang out in the camp and then disappeared.

"Wolf God! What is going on? Aren't you going to protect your people?"

Touman Chanyu, who escaped on horseback with thirty men, looked back at the camp that was gradually engulfed by blue and white, and cried out in grief.

Of the 30,000 soldiers, only a thousand managed to escape, and he had only about thirty people around him.

"Rumble~~!"

In the midst of sadness, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the left.

Touman Chanyu looked hurriedly and saw a large amount of blue flames chasing him from the left. He could vaguely see the white bones of the skeleton.

"Drive, drive!"

Seeing this, Touman Chanyu was immediately frightened and started whipping the horse with the whip, hoping that the horse would run faster.

Maybe the horse is thinking like this at this moment, I am running as fast as I can even without your whip, and maybe I can run faster without you on my back.

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In the early morning, a red sun rises from the distant hills, bringing light to the dark grassland.

But the warm sunlight shining on the disheveled face of Touman Chanyu could not bring him a trace of warmth and hope, but only coldness and despair.

At this time, he had been captured by the Skeleton Cavalry, and around him were crowded three thousand captured compatriots, and everyone's face was filled with despair.

They were surrounded by countless skeleton spearmen, and the rows of bone spears looked like a forest of death.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

Suddenly, all the undead spirits surrounding them roared, and the spears in their hands were raised and stuck on the grass repeatedly.

In the south of the encirclement, the undead left a thirty-meter-wide passage.

A team of death warriors, their armor covered with marks of swords and knives and with a terrifying aura, stepped forward and lined up on both sides of the passage.

Seeing this, Touman Chanyu, who was among the captives, knew that the king of these ghost soldiers had come. Hope rose in his eyes, maybe he could survive. Immediately, Touman whispered a few words to the Xiongnu around him, asking them to pass the message to more people.

In his sparse eyes, he saw a large group of death cavalrymen escorting a carriage slowly approaching. The carriage was pulled by eight three-meter-tall black bone beasts wearing armor. The fangs on the upper jaws of the beasts were as terrifying as two swords.

Around the frame, there are also a large number of ghost assassins, ghost cavalry, death troopers, and skeleton mages guarding.

"Your Majesty!"

As the carriage arrived, a skeleton mage in the lead immediately shouted at the 3,000 captured Huns.

"Hoohoho!"

"Crash!"

Following this shout, the skeleton spearmen surrounding the Huns roared again, and all the spears in their hands were laid flat, aiming at the 3,000 Hun captives who were surrounded in the middle.

Under such power, the Huns could only kneel on the ground trembling with their buttocks raised and their heads touching the ground.

Among the Hun captives, only Chanyu Touman and more than 20 Huns around him did not kneel down. Instead, they stood upright among the kneeling Huns.

"Kneel down before my king!"

The Skeleton Mage asked immediately after seeing this. The staff in his hand even condensed purple lightning around it, as if it was ready to kill those who refused to kneel at any time.

"I am the Khan of the Xiongnu, and I will not kneel before the king!"

Facing the threat from the Skeleton Mage, the Xiongnu Khan Touman responded loudly, still holding his head high. Even though he was captured and his life could die at any time, he did not lose the spirit of a Xiongnu king.

"Bold!" The Skeleton Mage shouted and raised the staff in his hand. The lightning on it became even denser.

"Oh! The Xiongnu Chanyu."

Just as the Skeleton Mage was about to kill the disrespectful person, Fusu's voice rang out from the frame.

Then, the Death Knight driving the car slowly pulled open the curtain of the carriage, and a man wearing black and blue armor, a strange helmet, a big sword on his waist, and eyes burning with blue flames walked out of the carriage.

A tiger and a wolf quickly ran to the side of the frame and lay down, like two steps, waiting for their master to get off the vehicle at any time.

When the man walked out of the frame, Touman and other people who were still standing were suddenly horrified, as if they had seen a terrifying monster, and a terrifying aura was pressing down on them.

Suddenly, the Huns kneeling on the ground trembled even more. The Huns around Touman could not withstand such pressure. As if they were oppressed by an invisible hand, they slowly knelt down with trembling bodies.

The terrifying aura instantly pressed down on the only remaining Xiongnu Khan, oppressing the arrogant Xiongnu Khan like a mountain.

He bit his teeth so hard that his gums bled, but the Xiongnu Chanyu still refused to kneel down. He was Touman, the first person to unify the Xiongnu tribes, and the first Chanyu of the Xiongnu. He could not kneel down.

With this belief, Touman Chanyu's slowly bent back straightened up again.

"It's interesting!"

"Then I want to see, which is stronger, your arrogance as the King of the Huns, or my sword!"

Looking at the Xiongnu Khan who would rather die than surrender, Fusu said lightly with a meaningful smile.

"Even if I am struck by a sword, I will never kneel before you!"

Touman Chanyu spoke loudly, without any fear.

Fusu smiled inexplicably, said nothing, turned around and walked back to the carriage.

The skeleton wizard on the vehicle immediately gave the order: "Group one hundred people and chop off his head until he kneels down."

The Death Knight driving the car gently lowered the curtain.

Two hundred death warriors immediately stepped forward with their swords in hand, in groups of two, and forcefully grabbed the trembling and kneeling Hun captives on the periphery. With a wave of their swords, a hundred heads rolled down.

Seeing this, the Huns behind were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they trembled even more violently.

Then, the Death Knights stretched out their hands towards them and lifted them up like chickens.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

"Let me go, I'm already on my knees!"

"Don't kill me, please, don't kill me!"

The captured Huns struggled in fear and begged for mercy in panic.

But their struggles were as pale and powerless in front of these two-meter-tall death warriors as the Central Plains women they had robbed. These death warriors ignored their pleas for mercy.

A few Huns who were not chosen wanted to resist, but were cut in half by the death warriors. The dirty blood splattered on the faces and bodies of the Huns kneeling around them, frightening many of them and they collapsed to the ground.

The Huns on the periphery wanted to resist, but the cold bone spears pointed at them left them no chance.

At this time, most of the Huns had already lost their fighting spirit.

The next moment, another hundred heads rolled down.

The death warriors dropped the corpses in their hands, grabbed the third group of people, and raised their swords to chop them down.

Looking at this scene, Touman Chanyu gritted his teeth and wished he could go up and fight.

"I kneel! If you don't kill my clan, I will kneel!"

Touman Chanyu finally shouted out.

"Puff puff!"

The raised sword continued to fall, and a hundred heads fell to the ground. However, no one was caught to capture the rest.

Seeing this, Touman Chanyu clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and slowly knelt on the ground, with his buttocks raised high and his head lowered on the grass.

"My king told you to kneel closer!"

(End of this chapter)