Although Wang Kai's body trembled and his legs were shaking, that was only natural.Anyone making the decision to die—especially knowing they'd be eaten alive by a different race—would feel fear. Wang Kai was just an ordinary man, a chubby guy from a once decent family. But now, facing death, terror gripped him deeply.
Yet, despite the fear, his eyes remained resolute.
There was no way he could survive in this Xiongnu camp. Even if he didn't volunteer as a sacrifice, during the impending chaos, his size and lack of stamina meant he'd be the first one caught. Death was inevitable.
If he was going to die anyway, he'd rather drag some Xiongnu to hell with him.
Even terrified, his resolve did not waver. He'd rather be eaten than let the Xiongnu get away without paying a price in blood.
"Wang Kai, your sacrifice won't be in vain. We'll avenge you—by killing as many of them as we can." Wu Guang nodded. "Here, these are knockout drugs some patriots smuggled in. We do have other poisons, but they're all traceable. Only this knockout powder is colorless and tasteless—undetectable. And we've packed a huge dose this time—enough to knock out hundreds, maybe even over a thousand."
He handed over a large pouch of knockout powder.
Other poisons would betray them—once Wang Kai died, his blackened blood would reveal the trick, and the Xiongnu would never eat him. But this—this was a super-concentrated knockout agent, potent and untraceable.
"I understand. Give it to me."
Wang Kai took a deep breath and accepted the powder with shaking hands. But his gaze never faltered.
Dusk began to fall.
Wang Kai swallowed the entire pouch, and a flicker of madness lit up his eyes. They turned bloodshot as he glared at the nearby Xiongnu and roared,"Xiongnu! I, Wang Kai, curse your ancestors! I'll take you bastards with me! Eighteen years later, I'll be a man again. DIE!"
With that, he launched himself at a nearby Xiongnu soldier—the same one who had whipped and tormented them earlier.
This time, Wang Kai completely exploded. His eyes blood-red, his body surged with power. Despite his size, he suddenly moved with shocking speed.
The Xiongnu soldier never expected a fat slave to charge like that, and certainly not with such ferocity. He didn't even have time to react before Wang Kai tackled him to the ground.
Wang Kai had no weapon—but his teeth were his most savage tool. He lunged forward and bit down hard on the man's throat.
Crack!
The sound of a throat being crushed echoed. The Xiongnu soldier let out a chilling scream as blood gushed from the wound. His eyes filled with disbelief—how could this docile sheep suddenly turn into a mad beast?
Even as the man struggled, Wang Kai would not let go.
Whoosh!Thud!
Arrows whistled through the air, piercing Wang Kai's skull, neck, and back in rapid succession. Blood sprayed as he was riddled with arrows, slain on the spot.
Brilliant. Bloody. Heroic.
"Damn two-legged sheep! How dare he? Beat them! Beat them all to death!" A Xiongnu officer stormed over, his face like ice.
Wang Kai lay dead. But so did the soldier beneath him—his throat torn out. The officer's face darkened further.
"Toss this fat bastard in the pot! Boil him!"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Whips lashed out wildly. Slaves were beaten bloody, some even to death. Their corpses were dragged away like trash. The Xiongnu soldiers sneered cruelly.
Among the women and children, a pair of bright eyes silently observed everything, steadily shifting toward the edge of the camp.
Wang Kai's corpse was stripped and thrown into the pot.
The nearby Xiongnu, furious over the surprise attack, were eager to eat him. Not everyone could get a share, but many of the soldiers nearby feasted on his flesh.
Night fell.
Near the slave pens, several Xiongnu suddenly began to sway—their eyelids heavy, their bodies limp. A strange drowsiness overtook them. Though it was subtle in the firelight, it was widespread.
Most of the soldiers guarding the slaves were barely staying conscious, on the verge of passing out. But no one thought much of it.
Until—
Clang!
Suddenly, Chen Sheng and Wu Guang exchanged a glance—and struck. They pounced on the groggy guards, snatching their curved blades in an instant.
Before the drowsy Xiongnu could react—shink—a flash of steel flew.
A head soared through the air, blood spraying like a fountain.
Standing atop the corpse, Chen Sheng roared,"Brothers! These Xiongnu captured us, made us slaves—forced us to do hard labor, fight beasts, and even eat us when we die! These monsters never planned to let us live!"
"Staying means death. Fighting… might mean survival!"
"Brothers, do you have the guts?!!"
Wu Guang raised his blade and shouted,"Even if we die, we'll take some of them with us. Let's break out!"
"They're drugged! Grab their weapons! Kill them!"
"We're not afraid to die! If death is certain, let's take some Xiongnu with us!"
"Follow Chen Sheng and Wu Guang! Once we escape this camp, they'll never catch us!"
Those who had already been secretly rallied by Chen Sheng and Wu Guang instantly responded. They charged at the drowsy guards, seizing weapons and slaughtering them on the spot.
Blood. Everywhere.
Their anger—bottled for so long—erupted.
Those without blades picked up wooden sticks or hoes. Anything they could use.
"Brothers! Follow me!" Chen Sheng shouted, leading the charge toward the escape route they'd prepared.
A mass of people followed, steamrolling anyone in their way.
The groggy guards were helpless. They were clubbed to death. Hacked apart. Their screams echoed across the camp.
"Sisters! If you want to live, run with us! This is our only chance!"
A filthy girl among the women screamed out, bolting after the escaping men with shocking speed. She had been watching all along—planning, waiting for the moment.
"Run! We'll die if we stay! These monsters aren't human!"
"I'll die before I let them touch me! Run!"
The women erupted, following the charge.
Don't underestimate women in desperation—one massive peasant woman tackled a soldier and bit and clawed him to death like a beast.
Woo—woo—woo!
The Xiongnu finally reacted. Horns blared across the camp.
Soldiers rushed out of tents, only to see the chaos spreading like wildfire. Some tents were already burning, set ablaze by rebels. Screams, clashes, and the ring of steel filled the night.
"Those bastards are trying to escape?! They dare kill our soldiers? KILL THEM ALL! I want corpses—no prisoners! Bring me the ringleader—I'll skin him alive myself!"
Zuo Xianwang, Liu Bao, emerged from his tent. His face was thunderous as he watched the fire spread. Rage boiled in his veins.
He'd never imagined the weak "two-legged sheep" would dare rebel—much less kill his men.
His gaze turned ice-cold, like frost.
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!
Arrows flew. The Xiongnu, master archers, took their shots without hesitation. Arrows pierced the rebels, sending screams into the night.
Some soldiers rushed with blades to cut down the fleeing slaves.
But the camp was in chaos. Fires spread. Many soldiers were too busy trying to put them out.
The Xiongnu reacted fast—but Chen Sheng and Wu Guang's plan was even faster.
The escape route was ready. Most guards had been drugged. The rebellion was in full force.
And so, the night was painted with fire, blood, and the screams of vengeance.