Red Armor Trapped, Dust Blots the Sky; Iron Cavalry Like Thunder, Breaking Through the Perilous Pass

Du Ren wore bloodstained heavy armor and wielded a longsword riddled with chips, leading two thousand Blood-Clad Army soldiers as they charged back and forth through the surging Xiongnu battle formations.

His longsword slashed diagonally, flinging a shower of blood droplets into the air; long halberds thrust straight through Xiongnu soldiers' chests. The Blood-Clad Army warriors were like unsheathed blades—wherever they passed, heads rolled and corpses carpeted the ground.

Thick blood trickled through the gaps between grains of sand, gathering beneath their feet into winding crimson streams. For a time, they were unstoppable, forcibly tearing a breach through the Xiongnu formation of over ten thousand men.

Yet the Xiongnu army was like an unceasing, roiling tide. When the vanguard fell into pools of blood, the troops behind immediately filled the gap. Dense ranks of soldiers howled as they lunged at the Blood-Clad Army, their assault like raging waves crashing against the shore, each surge fiercer than the last, with no hint of retreat.

Icy scimitars and sharp short spears struck from every direction, tightly wrapping around the Blood-Clad Army's formation in an attempt to swallow this crimson force whole.

Several Xiongnu generals at the front watched the scene, their faces unable to conceal their shock and alarm, their brows knotted tightly together.

One of them instinctively clenched the weapon at his waist, his eyes full of disbelief. "A mere two thousand men, yet they can stand like a pillar in midstream and withstand the fierce assault of more than ten thousand of our troops. Such combat strength is truly beyond comprehension!"

Another nodded in agreement, his tone carrying both admiration and confusion. "What's more, that young general on their side managed to see through the Chanyu's scheme so quickly amid such a chaotic battle.

"He saw that the true main