The Tent Full of Treasures Returns to Me, the North Desert's Clear Wind Plays a Triumphant Melody

Every Blood-Clad Army warrior was powerfully built and masterful in the saddle. The longswords in their hands gleamed with a chilling light as they galloped onward, relentlessly harvesting the lives of the fleeing Xiongnu soldiers.

A longsword cleaved down, and a head went rolling.

Hooves trampled over them, shattering corpses and bones. They pursued and slaughtered all the way, leaving layer upon layer of bodies and streaming blood in their wake, staining the endless yellow sands beneath their feet red and spreading an air of despair into every corner.

In less than an hour, more than half of the Xiongnu remnant army, originally over thirty thousand strong, had been slain. The surviving soldiers either dropped to their knees and surrendered or were trampled to death amid the chaotic rout.

A Blood-Clad Army warrior galloped at full speed, using his swift movements to catch up with Luandi Guduhou at the rear. With a sweep of his saber, he precisely severed his warhorse's reins. The horse gave a shrill neigh and crashed to the ground, violently throwing Luandi Guduhou onto the earth.

Before he could struggle to his feet, a cold blade was already pressed to his throat. He was captured alive.

Zhao Cheng reined in his horse at the center of the battlefield. His brocade robe snapped loudly in the wind, and an awe-inspiring majesty radiated from his entire being.

His gaze swept across the corpses carpeting the ground, the surrendered captives, and the smoke filling the sky. His expression remained calm and unruffled, as though this sweeping victory were nothing out of the ordinary.

Then he slowly rode up to Luandi Guduhou and looked down at the once-arrogant Xiongnu Chanyu. His voice carried unquestionable authority. "Take us to the Xiutu Tribe's settlement. Lead the way honestly. If you dare play