A Clever Plan Effortlessly Deploys, Drawing the Mighty Foe; Iron Hooves Trample Mist, Breaking Through Heavy Peaks

The Blood-Clad Army's cries of slaughter echoed through the mountain forest, like Death reaping his harvest. The Xiongnu formation had utterly collapsed; corpses carpeted the ground, and blood flowed in streams.

The scattered soldiers were engulfed by absolute terror. They had long since lost even the slightest will to resist and could only cast aside their helmets and armor.

Taking advantage of the Blood-Clad Army's slaughter of their comrades, they fled in all directions like homeless dogs, desperately burrowing deep into the dense forest.

They thought that as long as they escaped into the woods, they could shake off the Blood-Clad Army's pursuit.

They did not know that this forest, which seemed capable of sheltering them, had already been covered by the Blood-Clad Army's traps in a net stretching from heaven to earth.

A Xiongnu soldier stumbled along amid the fleeing men, running frantically. His clothes had long been torn to shreds by branches, his face smeared with mud and blood, his disheveled hair plastered against his forehead and concealing his deathly pale face.

His eyes were unfocused and filled with panic, his pupils dilated with fear. He wheezed like a broken bellows, his chest heaving violently. With every step, his legs went weak, as though he would collapse the next instant.

As he fled for his life, he could not help cursing aloud. His voice was hoarse and trembling, tinged with sobs. "Damn it! Where did these monsters even come from? Are they ghosts? How could they appear out of nowhere and slaughter us without giving us any chance to fight back?!"

Branches beneath his feet kept lashing his calves, leaving streak after streak of blood, but he felt none of it. He only lowered his head and ran, his mind full of the Blood-Clad Army swinging their swords