Cannons Shatter Barbarian Dust, Breaking the Qi Formation; A Direct Drive Captures the Chanyu

His mind was clear as a mirror. Zhao Cheng had personally led the main force here; defeat today was certain. Only by breaking out as quickly as possible could he preserve the remnants of the Xiutu Tribe.

But the Blood-Clad Army had long clung to the Xiongnu army like a festering ulcer attached to the bone.

These warriors, who moments ago had clearly been at the end of their tether, their breaths unsteady, now seemed to have unleashed some latent potential for life. Their combat strength surged abruptly, several times fiercer than at the beginning of the battle, reaching an unbelievable degree.

Some fought on despite their wounds, binding their swords to their arms with strips of cloth and swinging them.

Others, their weapons broken, relied on fists and feet, turning every part of their bodies into lethal weapons. With sheer flesh and blood, they forcibly blocked the Xiongnu retreat, sending casualties among the withdrawing Xiongnu army soaring.

Watching his soldiers fall one after another, Luandi Guduhou's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. Gritting his teeth, he made the decision to cut off his own wrist to save the whole arm.

He barked an order at the messenger, "Leave ten thousand elite troops to cover the rear! Form a defensive formation and stop the enemy's main force at all costs—buy time for the army's retreat! Any who disobey will be beheaded!"

Ten thousand Xiongnu elites were forced to halt. With resolute faces, they turned around, weapons in hand, and swiftly formed a tight defensive array, attempting to use their flesh and blood to withstand the charge of the Blood-Clad Army's main force.

They knew full well that covering the rear meant a one-way road to death, but for the tribe and the Chanyu, they could only fight to the death.

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