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

The billowing black smoke rising straight up was, in his eyes, the signal that the gates of hell were opening.

Where is General Baturu?

Iron Crocodile grabbed a messenger who had just run back from the chaos, roaring and spitting in his face: "Where is General Baturu? Where is he?"

The messenger was pale, his lips trembled, and his eyes were full of confusion: "I don't know! Iron Wolf Fortress is in chaos, it seems like there's burning and killing inside, there are shouts... but they're not our people."

After General Baturu left the fortress, smoke signals were raised.

"Trash!" Iron Crocodile kicked him to the ground, his chest heaving violently.

It's over, everything is over! The carefully constructed defenses and powerful allies were as fragile as a paper castle in the face of Su Zhan's intricate and vicious schemes.

He suddenly drew his broadsword from his waist, pointing it at the surging Tyrant Gang below the city and the deadly steel wall in the distance, roaring, "Fire arrows! Smash them! Smash them to death! Don't let a single Han dog climb up!"

However, the plague had already spread far faster than he had ordered.

The defending troops on the city walls had long been overwhelmed by this catastrophic disaster.

Some watched the approaching heavy armor of Stone City, their hands trembling like falling leaves as they gripped their bows and arrows; others gazed towards Broken Tiger Gorge, their eyes gleaming as they searched for a way to escape; still others watched the black smoke rising from Iron Wolf Fortress in despair, muttering to themselves, their morale plummeting into the abyss.

"The people of Stone City, they annihilated Blood Wolf, they are all devils..."

Fear had already spread across the city walls. At this deadly low point in morale, the remnants of the Overlord Gang's desperate charge crashed into the collapsed northwest gate breach of Blackrock City.

"Hold the breach!" A deputy commander under the Black Wolf God roared with more than a dozen personal guards, using their flesh and blood to hold the gap between the corpses and rubble. Blades flashed and blood spurted.

The members of the Batian Gang, like moths drawn to a flame, charged forward one after another, risking their lives to breach this crumbling defensive line.

People fell every moment, but those behind them stepped on their warm corpses and continued to advance, howling.

Outside the city gate, Chen Bao, the young and powerful leader of the Batian Gang, stood at the forefront. His eyes shone with a frightening intensity as he roared hoarsely, "Charge in! General Su has arrived! If we don't slaughter these wolf cubs today, it will be a disgrace to the Batian Gang! Avenge our brothers! Avenge our old leader! Open the gates!"

Then, a dozen or so men from the Overlord Gang, covered in blood and as strong as mad tigers, joined forces to hug a huge battering ram, roaring as they rammed it into the depths of the city gate, which was barely blocked by corpses and debris, like a battering ram.

"boom--!"

A deafening, heart-stopping thud resounded, sending splinters of wood, limbs, frozen earth, and debris flying like arrows.

Their already precarious human defense line was breached by this desperate attack, creating an even larger gap.

"The city gates are open! Kill!"

The shouts of ecstasy and carnage instantly drowned out everything.

Iron Crocodile, watching from the city wall, was filled with rage. He snatched a powerful crossbow from a soldier beside him, nocked an armor-piercing arrow, and locked the arrowhead firmly onto Chen Bao, who was wielding his sword and directing the attack below.

"Chen Bao, you bastard, die!"

He gritted his teeth, drew the bow to its full extent, and suddenly released his grip. "Whoosh—!" The deadly arrow tore through the air, whistling as it pierced Chen Bao's back.

Just at this critical moment, with a "thud," a dark figure burst out from the side and tackled Chen Bao to the ground.

"Pfft—!"

The heavy, armor-piercing arrow pierced the shadowy figure's shoulder, the immense force sending both the figure and Chen Bao tumbling away.

"Boss!" The members of the Overlord Gang were terrified.

Chen Bao, who had fallen to the ground, struggled to lift his head and saw that the person who had blocked the fatal arrow for him was the same mixed-race, blood-soaked hall master from before.

The arrow shaft had already penetrated his back, and blood instantly stained his armor.

"Pillar!" Chen Bao's eyes widened in fury.

The gang leader, Zhu Zi, raised his head, his face contorted in agony, yet a blood-stained, ferocious smile spread across his face: "Gang leader, kill all these wolf cubs and avenge our people!"

Before he could finish speaking, his head lolled to the side, and he died.

This scene, like oil being poured onto a raging fire, completely ignited the last vestiges of the Batian Gang's fighting spirit.

"Avenge Brother Zhu! Slaughter all the black dogs! Kill them!"

A deafening roar soared into the sky as the members of the Overlord Gang unleashed unprecedented ferocity, surging wildly into the bloody gash torn open with lives, like a flood bursting its banks.

The sounds of flesh being torn apart rang out instantly, and the dying screams and angry roars filled the city gate passageway, spreading into the city.

Iron Crocodile's eyes turned completely red as he looked at the out-of-control situation below.

The breach has been made, and defeat is inevitable.

He drew his scimitar with a sudden burst of power, letting out a beastly howl: "My Royal Guard, follow me down the city walls! Slaughter all the Han dogs in the city and block their retreat!"

He had to take the final step, even if it was just to maintain order during the retreat and fight for a chance of survival.

However, just as he led his most elite personal guards down the city wall, "Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

The call to attack Stone City rose again, becoming incredibly sharp and urgent.

The Stone City heavy infantry phalanx, which had been steadily advancing and exuding an oppressive aura of death, suddenly exploded with a "boom" a few hundred meters away from the city wall, like a dam suddenly bursting open and a torrent of water flowing out.

As soon as Iron Crocodile rushed to the streets below the city, he turned around and saw this scene, and his pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints.

From the gaping hole in the infantry formation, a torrent of iron cavalry, clad in heavy cold-forged armor and whose warhorses were covered in thick scale armor, suddenly accelerated like a nightmarish cloud.

There were no deafening shouts, only the cold clang of steel armor rubbing against each other, only the dull thud of iron hooves pounding on frozen earth, all converging into a deathly roar that froze the soul.

The lances in their hands lay flat, their densely packed tips gleaming coldly in the daylight, forming a moving forest of steel thorns.

Eight hundred ironclad cavalry, the sharpest and heaviest mountain-splitting axe in Su Zhan's hands.

Their purpose is to crush all obstacles in their path with the most ruthless and violent methods.

At this moment, their target was West Gate in Blackrock City, which had just been torn apart by the Batian Gang and was still being fought over.

Iron Crocodile let out a desperate roar: "No!"

Before he could even react effectively, the steel torrent swept in, first and foremost the members of the Overlord Gang who had just rushed into the city gate passage and were still fighting with the remnants of the army and Iron Crocodile's personal guards.

They only heard a terrifying sound behind them, and instinctively turned around to see a black, overwhelming tide of steel that blotted out the sky.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" someone shouted in terror, but it was too late.

The Ironclad Knights at the front were expressionless, like fighting machines. Their heavy lances easily pierced through everything in their path. Whether it was the steppe soldiers wearing leather armor or those trying to escape, they were all crushed and sent flying by the enormous impact, the sound of bones shattering echoing throughout the battlefield.

The Ironclad Cavalry charged up the passageway, instantly spreading out a scarlet carpet of blood, flesh, and entrails.

The screams stopped abruptly, leaving only the sound of iron hooves crushing flesh and bone.

The passageway, where fierce fighting had just taken place, was instantly cleared away by violence.

Iron Crocodile watched helplessly as his personal guards, who had tried to form a defensive formation to block him, were as fragile as straws, pierced through by shields and spears and fell to the ground. They were then smashed to pieces by heavy warhorses, with warm chunks of flesh even splattering onto his face.

He instinctively raised his knife to block, and with a clang, an unimaginable force slammed into his curved blade.

The scimitar, forged from fine iron, twisted and deformed instantly, slipping from his grasp.

Iron Crocodile felt an excruciating pain in his arm, as if he had been hit by a battering ram. He flew backward and crashed hard into the stone wall on the street. His internal organs seemed to have been dislodged, and he saw stars before his eyes. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He struggled to get up, and through his blurred vision, he could only see a tall warhorse covered in cold, icy scales, carrying the stench of death, its hooves, as big as bowls and with iron hooves, rising high in the direction where he had fallen.

The iron hooves, reflected in the iron crocodile's dilated pupils, obscured the last ray of sunlight.

"Pfft!"

A dull thud of bones and flesh rang out. The hard skull, under the massive iron hoof weighing a thousand pounds, burst open like a ripe watermelon, splattering red, white, and green fragments onto the cold stone wall, looking particularly gruesome.

The iron cavalry of Stone City was so massive and heavy that no flesh and blood could withstand them.

Iron Crocodile, the valiant general under the Black Wolf God, was trampled into the mud along with his last vestiges of resentment and fear, his remains unrecognizable.

The torrent of Ironclad Pagodas surged forward without pause, sweeping over the spot where the Iron Crocodiles had vanished, and with an overwhelming momentum capable of crushing everything, rushed into the chaotic streets of Blackrock City.

They are the extension of the Soviet will to fight, the final verdict that proclaims destruction.

Wherever they went, the Iron Wolf soldiers who tried to form a battle line were scattered and broken into pieces, and the scattered defeated soldiers were trampled into mud by their iron hooves. Anything that dared to appear on the front line of the charge was mercilessly crushed.

Each thrust of the lancer tore up a handful of blood and flesh. The cold hooves crushed everything in their path; anything before them was as fragile as an ant.

Blackrock City, the toughest fanged city under the command of the Black Wolf God, completely lost its will to resist in the face of the Ironclad Cavalry's overwhelming charge. Desperate cries instantly replaced battle cries, and the entire city descended into apocalyptic chaos and slaughter.

On a high slope outside the city, Su Zhan reined in his warhorse and coldly looked down at Blackstone City, which had been transformed into a living hell.

Fires had already broken out everywhere, thick smoke billowing out, echoing the smoke column from the direction of Iron Wolf Castle, illuminating the sky with an ominous dark red hue.

The deafening shouts of battle, the cries of the dying, and the roar of collapsing buildings were as terrifying as a symphony from hell.

He slowly raised his hand and said to the messenger behind him, "Order Li Ergou that after clearing out the remaining enemies of Iron Wolf Fortress, there is no need to return to reinforce. Reorganize the troops on the spot and prepare to head north to take over the lair of Black Wolf God, Wolf Den Fortress."

Order Harbala and the Black Feather Cavalry to disperse and pursue the routed troops; those who surrender should be taken into custody, and those who resist should be killed without mercy.

Tell Chen Bao of the Batian Gang that Blackrock City is now his.

The command was concise and ruthless, carrying the indifference of a victor who rules everything.

He withdrew his gaze, turned back to the north, and finally looked at the chaotic center of the city, the city gate area that had just been soaked in blood and trampled flat by iron hooves.

With the help of several members of the Batian Gang, Chen Bao stood up. His shoulder wound was hastily bandaged, and blood soaked through the cloth. His face was pale but his voice was firm, as if he were looking at Su Zhan from afar.

Su Zhan also saw everything below the city, and then clearly conveyed the order: "Give Chen Bao one day to rally his troops, appease the people, and take stock of the losses."

By this time tomorrow, I want to see a Batian Gang team still capable of wielding swords and spears, accompanying me north to launch a surprise attack on Wolf's Den.

Su Zhan's voice was icy; this was not a discussion, but an order.

Blackrock City is a new stronghold, and also a rope that binds the Overlords and the Stone City even closer.

Chen Bao needs to prove his worth, and his hatred needs a more intense battlefield to vent.

The order was quickly issued and all units sprang into action again. After forcibly suppressing their fatigue, everyone's fervent sense of victory was directed toward the next clear objective: the lair of the Black Wolf God, Wolf Den Fortress.

Inside the Black Wolf Temple in Wolf's Den, a bronze wine cup was smashed to the ground, scattering fine wine and shards everywhere.

The person sitting on the throne had eyes that were practically spitting fire.

The Black Wolf God was a prince known for his cunning and forbearance, but at this moment, there was not a trace of composure on his face.

He was as burly as a bear, wearing a black wolf-skin cloak symbolizing royalty, and his eyes were deep-set and bloodshot.

"Useless! A bunch of useless people! Blackrock City is lost, and that good-for-nothing Baturu couldn't even protect his own fortress. Iron Crocodile's head has been hung on the Blackrock City wall as a wind chime!"

"My foundation built over a decade, six cities, 120,000 archers—all destroyed in just a few days by that brat Su Zhan! They're all a bunch of fucking useless trash!"

He suddenly stood up, like a lone wolf cornered in a desperate situation, pacing back and forth with heavy, frantic steps.

Several generals and civil officials knelt on the steps, trembling, their heads bowed even lower. No one dared to speak, and fear and despair filled the air.

The fall of Blackrock City and the burning of Ironwolf Keep shattered the peace of Wolf's Den.

Even more terrifying, the scattered fleeing soldiers who escaped from the front described how the armored onslaught of Blackrock City was unstoppable, and how the Batian Gang, those Han Chinese who used to be like sheep, had become more ferocious than wolves.

Moreover, the royal court's golden wolf banner and the royal court's golden wolf riders appeared on the city wall.

The Black Wolf God stopped, his voice hoarse: "Have you found out? What exactly is the meaning of that flag? Did the royal court really send troops, or is it a trick by Stone City?"

He stared intently at Deputy Chief Qian, who was in charge of intelligence. Deputy Chief Qian replied tremblingly, "Of the three groups of scouts that the King sent out, only one group returned alive. They said that apart from a tattered golden wolf flag, there was no one on the ridge."

But on the way back, they encountered a real royal court guerrilla squad. After a brief period of observation, the two sides clashed, and all of our men were killed, except for this one, which we managed to bring back at the cost of our lives.

He held up a bronze arrowhead engraved with intricate royal insignia, the shaft still stained with dark blood.

Upon seeing the arrowhead, the Black Wolf God's pupils constricted sharply.

This insignia belongs to the Golden Tent Wolf Guard, the most elite unit of the royal court, and is by no means an ordinary guerrilla unit.

A terrible thought began to fester in his mind: Wang Ting was using someone else to do his dirty work, using Su Zhan as a sharp blade to cut off his unruly thorn.

The release of the Golden Wolf Flag by the Soviet Union was a bait, a provocation of dubious authenticity, forcing him to divide his forces to guard the northern border.

Meanwhile, the royal court dispatched its true elite troops to patrol the border, both to monitor and to deter, and perhaps even to reap the benefits while the war between him and Stone City was at its most intense.