Battle for Northern Frontier: The game begins with the grassland woman buying him.

In the days that followed, the entire Stone City became bustling with activity.

Some began preparing to receive the empire's supplies, while others continued to hunt down the steppe people who were their enemies.

It's now commonplace for people to oppose the grassland people; the entire grassland is in chaos.

The slaves had accumulated too much resentment in the past, and they were simply unable to change anything.

But if given the chance, they would rush forward without hesitation and fight against the slave owners who usually lord it over them.

Not only that, some ambitious grassland people would also take advantage of the chaos to loot.

Therefore, ever since the royal court's influence declined, the entire grassland has fallen into chaos.

Su Zhan had recovered from his injuries and resumed his campaign.

The tribe they are about to exterminate is a notorious criminal gang of slaves.

Calling them a criminal organization is an overestimation of their abilities.

In reality, they were just a group of steppe people who traded slaves, and their numbers were quite large, amounting to 3000.

Many of them are people who escaped from other tribes.

Therefore, this chaotic world also gave them an opportunity.

After all, slave traders have no shortage of gold, and in this chaotic world, gold can be used to win people's hearts and minds, attracting more people to their cause, which naturally leads to their growth and power.

Once they grew bigger and stronger, they began to have ambitions. They were no longer confined to the slave business and started thinking about conquering all directions and making a name for themselves on the grasslands.

But their biggest mistake was attacking Stone City.

Their small tribe of several thousand people lived only 200 miles away from Stone City.

This tribe has now taken shape, consisting not only of several thousand steppe people, but also tens of thousands of slaves.

These slaves were all suppressed by them and had no way to survive.

Some slaves were so weak that they had stopped working, but even so, they were barely alive.

Therefore, they had no way to resist and could only be led around by these slave traders.

That is precisely why the slave traders were able to control so many slaves.

They didn't let the slaves eat their fill, so naturally no one would rebel.

Moreover, these slaves had no way to resist.

Now that I only have one life left, how can I fight back?

There's simply no point in discussing it.

But one life is enough; you can still make money with just one life.

Therefore, the tribe's greatest assets were actually these slaves and the steppe people.

Their camping here posed a great danger to Stone City.

Today, Su Zhan is leading 2000 elite soldiers from Stone City to wipe out that so-called gang.

The horses' hooves pounded the muddy ground with a dull thud.

The 2000 elite soldiers of Stone City all remained calm.

They followed the tall, upright figure ahead.

Although the wound on Su Zhan's shoulder had healed, it still ached slightly in the cold wind.

But the killing intent in his eyes was extremely fierce.

Today, he's leading the team to wipe out that so-called tribe.

The outline of a camp had appeared ahead, like an ugly scar on the grassland.

A disgusting smell of animal excrement wafted over from afar.

Outside the camp, several lazy sentries were warming themselves around a campfire.

As they saw the cavalry tide looming over the horizon like a dark cloud, their terrified cries were barely caught in their throats when cold arrows silently pierced the air, pinning them to the ground.

"kill!"

Su Zhan's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every soldier. Without any unnecessary movements, the 2000 iron cavalrymen accelerated rapidly like a tide of death and crashed into the unprepared camp.

The slaves and traders in the camp were as if waking from a dream, and the chaos was like a beehive that had been blown open.

Some, disheveled, grabbed their scimitars in an attempt to resist; others frantically mounted their horses, trying to escape; and many more searched for their accumulated gold, silver, and valuables—the only things they cared about.

Faced with the disciplined and iron-willed force of Stone City, their so-called fierce reputation was as fragile as paper.

The blade flashed, and blood splattered.

The warriors of Stone City had been holding back their anger for a long time, and they unleashed all their fury against the barbarians of the grasslands.

Every slash was clean and swift, every thrust aimed straight for the vital points.

Within the camp, resistance quickly crumbled, and screams, wails, and the clash of weapons blended together.

Su Zhan spurred his horse and charged at the very front of the entire column, his target the largest tent in the center of the camp, decorated with animal hides.

That was the slave leader's lair, and several guards who tried to stop him fell like straws under his scimitar.

He kicked open the heavy tent flap, and a strong smell of alcohol and blood hit him.

Inside the tent, a burly, bald man covered in scars roughly shoved a young female slave aside, grabbed a curved sword, and charged at Su Zhan.

"Where did this Han dog come from, daring to trespass on your grandfather's territory?"

Before the leader's roar had even faded, Su Zhan's figure had already pressed close, uttering no unnecessary words, only deadly flashes of blade.

The leader swung his broadsword down fiercely, but Su Zhan dodged it slightly to the side. Then, his curved blade, as swift as a venomous snake, precisely sliced ​​across the leader's wrist.

The excruciating pain caused the leader to scream, and his scimitar slipped from his hand and crashed to the ground.

Without hesitation, Su Zhan flashed his blade again, this time aiming straight for the leader's heart.

The leader tried to retreat in terror to defend himself, but how could his speed compare to Su Zhan, who had fought his way out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood?

With a soft "thud," the long sword wound its way into the leader's chest.

The chill of the blade quickly seeped into his heart.

The leader's body stiffened abruptly, and the fierce light in his eyes was quickly replaced by a deathly pallor.

He stared incredulously at the hilt of the knife in front of his chest, a gurgling sound escaping his throat, and his massive body gradually lost its vitality.

The tent fell into a deathly silence, with only the suppressed sobs of the female slave huddled in the corner.

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside the tent, and a blood-soaked squad leader from Stone City rushed in, saying urgently, "Third Master, the outer perimeter has been dealt with. We've discovered several slaves locked in the livestock pen, and the situation is dire. Also, we've captured a scout who says the royal army is about to arrive, led by the new Khan Agudamu. Their vanguard may be less than 300 li from Stone City."

Su Zhan suddenly drew his short sword, and blood spurted out from the leader's body.

Su Zhan flicked the blood off his knife, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

Although one of the blood debts was avenged, the situation is now even worse.

The fact that the royal court sent people was both unexpected and yet expected.