Fear is contagious.
In the darkness that seemed like a ball of ink, the shadow of the black armor that drove away seven hundred miles appeared vaguely.
The Hun army began to collapse.
And when the Qin soldiers in black armor reflected a Hun face in the firelight, speaking the Hun language, those who surrendered were like endless waves, one after another.
The Huns threw away their scimitars and raised their hands to show that they had surrendered without weapons.
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