Luring the Huns into the Net, Bowstring Vibrates, Arrows Fly, Covering the Wild Wasteland

On the wilderness north of Canhe Slope, fierce winds swept up fine dust, raising clouds that filled the sky. Thirty thousand newly recruited Blood-Clad Army soldiers raced across the vast grasslands like a surging dragon.

Hooves pounded over the grassland in a uniform, muffled roar, like rolling thunder sweeping across the wilderness.

The column stretched for miles, its end nowhere in sight, carrying an awe-inspiring and heart-pounding momentum.

The soldiers leaned low over their mounts, spurring their horses onward against the wind.

They had all been selected layer by layer from Qin State's million elite troops—every one battle-hardened and decorated with great merits.

Yet after being tempered by the Blood-Clad Body Refining Technique, their bodies had long since been reborn. They had also learned the special forces skills taught by the Mohist Pavilion. Now, all of them were holding back a fire, eager to fully temper their surging strength and brand-new skills on the battlefield, transforming them into true combat power.

As the army advanced, a scout in light armor came galloping from ahead on a swift horse like an arrow loosed from the bow.

The horse's hooves tore across the grass, kicking up clouds of dust.

His expression was urgent, yet he remained composed. As he neared the central command tent, he sharply reined in his horse. After saluting, he reported to Meng Tian, "General!

"Scouts have brought news from ahead. The remaining forces of the Xubu Tribe have come out in full force—twenty thousand men in total—and are racing straight toward our line of advance. From the look of it, they mean to intercept us!"

Meng Tian paused slightly, a flicker of barely perceptible surprise crossing his face.

Then a faint sneer curled at his lips, his tone carrying a trace of disdain. "Oh?

"The Xubu Tribe's main