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

"Third Master Su!" Halbala's voice was low and hoarse.

"The lives and fortunes of over three thousand members of my Black Feather tribe are now in the hands of your Stone City."

Salt mines are our lifeline, iron ore is our protective claws, and weapons are our source of confidence for survival.

The Divine Transformation Man is vengeful and will never let a traitor go unpunished, so we are in great danger.

Our alliance requires the promise of Stone City, and even more so, the strength of Stone City.

I understand this very well now; I wonder what the Third Master thinks about it.

"Chief Harbala, Stone City never makes empty promises. We will give you priority in our supply. As long as Stone City has a drop of salt, the Black Feather Tribe will receive a share."

He paused, then glanced at the panicked Black Feather warriors on the field, raising his voice: "As for the revenge of a Nascent Soul cultivator? Hmph!"

Su Zhan sneered, pointing his blade towards the southwest direction of the White Cloud Alliance, a chilling aura emanating from him: "If he dares to come, I dare to make him follow in the footsteps of Agudamu and Wuyantu. Shiwadi was the beginning of the White Cloud Alliance's downfall!"

These words resonated deeply, serving as reassurance to Harbala, a renewed mobilization of the Stone City warriors, and a declaration of war against potential enemies.

Wild Chicken Neck rode forward and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Harbala, saying, "Chief, rest assured, Stone City has always acted with integrity and honesty. Allies are brothers, and those who betray their promises will be punished by heaven and earth."

The immediate priority is to deal with the aftermath and prepare resources.

Just then, a Stone City scout, covered in blood and clearly having endured a long journey, rushed towards Su Zhanma like an arrow, almost tumbling off his horse.

His voice was hoarse and filled with shock and anger: "Report! Third Master, urgent report! The retribution of the Nascent Soul cultivator has come too quickly!"

Everyone's heart jumped into their throat.

The scout, panting heavily, forced himself to continue reporting: "I was ordered to monitor the movements of the White Cloud Alliance's main force. Right after the defeated troops from Turpan fled back, that old scoundrel Huashen didn't gather all his men at all. After learning that the Black Feather Tribe's movements were suspicious, he personally led 4000 elite cavalry from the White Wolf Tribe's main force, along with over 2000 cavalry from the Black Wolf Tribe, totaling over 6000 men, traveling day and night straight towards my Stone City. They are probably less than a hundred li away now."

What? Su Zhan and Wild Chicken Neck's expressions changed drastically.

The move by the Nascent Soul cultivator was extremely ruthless. He didn't care about the remnants of the defeated army in Shiwadi at all, and even immediately gave up on retaliating against the Black Feather Tribe. Instead, he seized the fatal weakness of Stone City, which was outside and inside, and went straight for the heart of the enemy.

He wanted to take advantage of the fact that Su Zhan and others were tied up in Shiwadi, and Bai Zhanqiu was defending the isolated city with limited troops, to break through the foundation of Shitou City in one fell swoop.

Wild Chicken Neck's eyes revealed intense worry: "Although Bai Zhanqiu is stationed in the city, the main force and elite troops have almost all been brought out by Su Zhan."

The defending troops were exhausted, and the camp was full of wounded soldiers.

Faced with over 6000 fresh troops emerging in full force from the Nascent Soul stage, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Harbala was also stunned. He had not expected that a Nascent Soul cultivator would be so ruthless and decisive, and that the revenge would be so swift and vicious, targeting the opponent's core weakness. This kind of courage and cunning made him feel cold.

Su Zhan's eyes instantly turned as cold and icy as an ice pool, and the sharp pain in his shoulder was frozen by this killing intent.

He yanked the reins sharply, and the warhorse reared up, letting out a long neigh: "What a Nascent Soul cultivator! Ruthless and fast!"

Su Zhan's furious roar was like a thunderclap: "He miscalculated one thing. He thought he could take advantage of the situation while he was in a Nascent Soul stage, but he didn't know that the blades of Stone City could always sever his claws!"

His gaze shot towards Harbala like lightning, and without the slightest hesitation, he commanded, "Chief Harbala, whether the alliance is sincere or not will be revealed at this moment."

"You immediately lead 2000 warriors of the Black Feather Tribe to reinforce Stone City and Wild Chicken Neck!"

"Your subordinate is here!" Pheasant Neck replied.

"You will lead 300 brothers to escort the seriously wounded prisoners here, and organize manpower to ensure the initial repair of the Shiwa core salt mine by sunset tomorrow, so as to ensure the salt source is not lost. Brothers who can still fight, come with me!"

The Soviet Union gave Halbara little time to think; the situation was urgent.

He drew his sword and pointed it towards Stone City in the northeast, his voice like metal, echoing throughout the low-lying area: "Give the order: discard all unnecessary spoils, take only weapons, dry rations, and water. Each person must have at least two horses, taking turns. Give me the same strength you showed when killing at Black Wind Stronghold, the same speed you used when pursuing Agudamu. The target is Stone City. Anyone who stands in Stone City's way will die!"

The roar instantly echoed throughout the entire camp.

The Stone City warriors, exhausted from the bloody battle, were instantly replaced by intense anxiety and killing intent, unleashing a deafening roar.

Their home was just ahead, and their loved ones were in imminent danger. They had been forced to the edge of a cliff, and their only option was to fight for their lives.

Looking at the team that suddenly unleashed a terrifying aura, and at Su Zhan's resolute figure, Harbala's last trace of doubt was completely crushed.

Having betrayed the Nascent Soul stage, he had no way out.

If we hesitate now, not only will Stone City be destroyed, but the Black Feather Tribe will also be crushed into dust by the maddened Nascent Soul cultivators after their victory.

He drew his scimitar with a swift motion, the blade pointing to the sky, and roared with all his might, "Warriors of the Black Feather Tribe, charge! Let that old dog of the Nascent Soul stage see that it's not just us who betrayed him, but also the wrath of the Eternal Heaven! For a chance to survive, kill!"

Without further hesitation, the 2000 Black Feather Cavalry roared with a mixture of fear, anger, and desperation, and, along with the Stone City troops, kicked up clouds of dust as they desperately rushed to Stone City in the northeast.

Harbala's order instantly ignited the long-suppressed anger of the Black Feather Clan.

The 2000 Black Feather Cavalrymen no longer hesitated; their fear instantly transformed into overwhelming hatred for the traitor's godhood and an extreme desire to survive.

They roared and, following closely behind Su Zhan, together stirred up an even more magnificent dragon of smoke and dust, rushing desperately towards the northern Stone City.

The thunderous hoofbeats echoed, and the earth groaned beneath their iron hooves.

Su Zhan lowered his body, almost parallel to the horse's neck.

The night wind swept across his cheeks like a knife, but it did nothing to cool the boiling killing intent in his chest.

The wound on his shoulder stung from the violent jolting, but he gritted his teeth and turned the pain into a support for his will.

One person riding two horses in rotation was the ultimate tactic for long-distance cavalry raids in ancient times.

The Jingwei warriors of Stone City displayed astonishing resilience and discipline, skillfully switching mounts at high speed, pushing the horsepower to its limit.

Although the Black Feather Cavalry behind them were somewhat flustered, they were also trying their best to keep up with the crazy speed, driven by their will to survive.

Halbala's face turned ashen, and the last shred of hope he had for the Nascent Soul stage vanished completely.

The decisiveness Su Zhan displayed and the explosive power of this team made him realize that Stone City might truly be the only way out.

"Faster, faster!" Su Zhan's roar pierced the wind and struck everyone's hearts.

Images of Stone City kept flashing through his mind: the exhausted garrison, the groans of the wounded soldiers, the crashing sounds of fortifications being reinforced, and Bai Zhanqiu's solemn, iron-like profile as he faced the overwhelming force of 6000 Nascent Soul cultivators alone.

Every passing moment meant greater casualties for the brothers on the city walls, and an impact on the very foundation of Stone City.

Therefore, they must reach Stone City as soon as possible in order to resolve this matter.

Meanwhile, beneath Stone City, a scene of blood and fire resembled a purgatory.

Bai Zhanqiu, with his injured arm in a sling, stood behind the crenellations of the city wall, which were repeatedly stained with blood. His face was pale, but his gaze was as sharp as an eagle's.

The massive, dark army of the White Cloud Alliance surged towards the city walls like a tide of death, wave after wave crashing against the defensive line.

Simple yet powerful siege ladders were erected on the city walls, and heavy battering rams thundered against the iron-clad city gates, causing the walls to tremble slightly with each impact.

"Aim the ballistae at the base of the ladder and fire! Pour the oil down and set it on fire! Roll the stones and block the breach!" Bai Zhanqiu's voice was already hoarse, but his orders were clearly transmitted one after another.

The soldiers defending the city had ferocious faces and bloodshot eyes. They brandished their dulled swords and spears, pinning themselves firmly to the city wall.

Arrows rained down like locusts, stones rolled down with a thud, and oil flowed along the city walls, igniting the climbing enemies.

The enemies let out shrill screams, and the air was filled with the heavy smells of blood, burnt food, and gunpowder.

The city walls were piled high with the corpses of soldiers from both sides, and blood flowed into streams along the cracks in the stones.

The newly added reserves consisted of veterans with minor injuries and young men who had just taken up arms. They gritted their teeth and used their bodies to fill the gaps that kept appearing.

Bai Zhanqiu's personal guards were dwindling, and even one of his core stewards was cut down by the grassland warriors who rushed up after him while he was deflecting a stray arrow.

"Second Master, the West Gate is under attack! The enemy has reached the city wall!" A soldier covered in blood staggered over, his voice filled with despair.

"Reserve troops, block them! Tell them that Su Zhan is on his way back, and Stone City absolutely cannot be lost!" Bai Zhanqiu suddenly drew his waist knife, pointed it towards the west gate, and his eyes were filled with a desperate glint.

He was anxious. The available resources in the city had been exhausted, and his only hope was that Su Zhan could return before the city fell.

He gazed at the southwestern night sky, dyed red by the firelight—the direction of Shiwa—and silently prayed, "Third brother, please come back soon!"

At this moment, the Nascent Soul cultivator was dressed in a magnificent fur coat symbolizing his status as the leader of the alliance, riding an exceptionally swift black horse, overseeing the battle from afar.

He looked at the crumbling defenses of the city wall, a bitter smile of triumph spreading across his face.

Although the defeat at Shiyanwa and the betrayal of the Black Feather Tribe enraged him, all the losses were worthwhile as long as he could capture Stone City.

He even somewhat admired the speed of the Soviet counterattack, but none of that could change the outcome.

"Order all forces to launch a fierce attack on the west gate! Push up the last of the battering rams! The city will fall tonight! Those who enter the city will not have their swords sheathed for three days!" The orders from the Nascent Soul cultivator were like stimulants injected into the bodies of those grassland warriors, and the White Cloud Alliance's offensive instantly became even more frenzied.

This is the darkest hour before dawn.

A hundred miles northeast of Stone City, Su Zhan's second warhorse was foaming at the mouth and its speed had obviously slowed down.

Without hesitation, he pulled on the reins, leaped up, and landed precisely on the back of another horse being led by his personal guard, all in one fluid motion.

The entire team completed its final large-scale horse change while galloping at high speed, and the speed increased once again.

Online viewers can already see the towering flames of Stone City, which illuminate half the sky as if it were stained with blood.

That was definitely not a campfire, but the glow of fierce fighting on the city walls, with oil splattering everywhere. A violent explosion followed; it was the last group of firearms Xiao Cancan had arrived with unleashing their power.

But to Su Zhan, the sound was more like the mournful cry of a city struggling in its death throes.

"Brothers, our home is just ahead, our loved ones are in imminent danger! That old dog's blade is already at their throats, give it your all, let the sound of our horses' hooves crush the enemy's spines! Charge! Kill!"

More than a thousand iron cavalrymen of Stone City roared, their howls merging with those of 2000 Black Feather cavalrymen into a torrent.

Exhaustion had been cast aside; all that remained in everyone's eyes was the fiery outline of Stone City and the insane will to crush all enemies before them as quickly as possible.

The distance is rapidly decreasing: 30 li, 20 li, 10 li.

Su Zhan could even see the throngs of people on the city wall and the massive city gate that was being violently struck and groaning under its own weight.

He even saw many people, and it seemed as if he saw Bai Zhanqiu fighting a bloody battle.

Su Zhan's anger reached its peak; they had finally returned.

At that very moment, driven by the frenzy of the Nascent Soul cultivators, the warriors of the White Cloud Alliance were about to break down the West Gate.

But in that instant, on the northeastern horizon, a torrent of death, carrying a terrifying momentum, crashed into the flank of the White Cloud Alliance's attacking army.

The real decisive battle has begun at this blood-red dawn!

The White Cloud Alliance soldiers, who were launching a full-scale attack on the West Gate and were about to breach the city, were suddenly struck in the back by a giant hammer. Their piercing howls and screams instantly drowned out the clamor of the siege!

Su Zhan took the lead, his scimitar flashing as his horse charged forward, instantly severing a centurion by the shoulder and arm as he held up a ladder and urged his soldiers to climb! Hot blood splattered on the city wall, igniting the already crumbling will of the Stone City defenders!

"Reinforcements! The Third Boss is back!" On the city wall, a Stone City veteran, covered in blood and with a broken arm, clung tightly to a rolling stone, shouted with a sob, instantly igniting the entire defensive line!

"Our brothers, and the Black Feather tribe's wolf riders are coming! Charge, everyone!"

A startling light flashed in Bai Zhanqiu's exhausted eyes! He abruptly ripped the wooden plank from his arm, ignoring the excruciating pain, grabbed a crossbow from the side, and fired an arrow at the base of the siege ladders that had stalled due to the chaos below the city.

The crossbow bolt whistled and accurately struck a burly man carrying a battering ram in the back of the heart, and the man immediately fell to the ground.

"Watch the city gate! Reserves, charge out and crush these beasts!" Bai Zhanqiu shouted.

With a creak and a bang, the heavy west gate suddenly swung open inward as the winch spun wildly.

A reserve force, its eyes bloodshot and strained from holding its breath inside the gate, surged into the rain of blood like a flood bursting its banks. They ran into the attacking troops, who were panicked by the attack on their flank and were trying to turn around to fight back.

The vanguard slashed with scimitars and thrust with spears, and severed limbs and screams instantly filled the area in front of the city.

Su Zhan's cavalry, like steel spikes, tore a bloody path through the massive army of the White Cloud Alliance.