The fierce wind howled across the grasslands, whipping up dust that filled the sky like the breath of a soaring dragon.
As the Blood-Clad Army advanced, a scout clad in light armor came racing back on a swift horse and reported to Meng Tian, "General! Thirty li ahead, we've spotted the main Xiongnu force. They number roughly forty thousand, their formation is orderly, and their equipment is excellent. They are advancing toward the Xubu Tribe. From the look of it, they intend to swallow up the weakened Xubu Tribe! But given their direction, if we do not detour, we will encounter them very soon."
Meng Tian reined in his horse and looked toward where the scout pointed. His expression was cold and stern, yet the corner of his mouth curved into an almost imperceptible smile.
He had long expected the surrounding tribes to covet the Xubu Tribe after its destruction. He simply had not expected the Jizhou Tribe to arrive so quickly, nor to commit troops with such decisiveness.
"Forty thousand elite troops. They are indeed far stronger than the Xubu remnants."
"But they are not worthy of making us avoid their edge. You have only just tasted blood, and your killing intent is still at its peak. We might as well use them to temper our blades once more."
Meng Tian's voice was steady as he ordered the guards and generals beside him, "The Jizhou Tribe has raided Zhao territory for years. They believe themselves familiar with Zhao Army tactics, and with their numerical advantage, they will surely grow arrogant, charge recklessly, and underestimate us. In this battle, there is no need to keep up the disguise. Strike with everything we have and end this quickly!"
After a pause, he continued in a deep voice, "Pass down the order