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

He slammed his fist on the map, pointing to the location of the Nogaya Gang: "Batu is arrogant and eager to win. He is also familiar with the Nogaya Gang's terrain. He must think we will defend the ruins of our stronghold to the death or rush back to Stone City to help."

He will definitely launch a full-scale attack, heading straight for the core of the Nogaya Gang, attempting to strike them down in one fell swoop.

The area had just been ravaged by war, its ruins making it seem easily defensible, but in reality, it was the perfect trap.

Su Zhan's finger moved rapidly across the map: "Li Ergou!"

"Your subordinate is here!"

"I order you to select eight hundred light cavalrymen who are still able to fight, each on three horses, carrying rockets or flammable materials. Set off immediately, do not take the main road, but cross the mountains and valleys, and go around through the abandoned street on the west side of Yingzhou Street."

The target is the old pine forest north of the Wild Valley Gang, which has been collapsed by the weight of snow.

"I want you to sneak in silently before sunset tomorrow, and hide there."

"Understood, sir! Set fire to disrupt the enemy formation, Third Master, I will do it!" Li Ergou instantly understood Su Zhan's intention, which was also his most proficient skill.

"Halbala!" Su Zhan's voice turned stern.

"Your subordinate is here!" Halbala responded immediately upon entering the hall.

"How many of your Black Feather Knights are still capable of fighting?"

"Three hundred? No problem!" Halbala straightened his chest.

"Good! Take all the horses that can still run and follow my main force in the central army. Gather all the infantry who can fight, excluding the wounded. Break camp immediately and advance lightly equipped."

They carried only three days' worth of rations, heading towards the Rocky Valley, fifteen li southeast of the Wild Valley Gang.

Su Zhan's finger slammed heavily on the map. "This narrow valley between Yingchoujian and Yegu Gang is the only way for Batu's main force to rush to Yegu Gang's aid from Yingzhou Street."

The terrain was narrow and rocky, making it difficult for cavalry to launch a charge.

I want you to build a Great Wall of flesh and blood there, to hold off Batu's possible reinforcements for as long as you can!

"Your subordinate obeys! We will hold the position as long as we are here!" A fierce fighting spirit ignited in Halbala's eyes.

"Third Master, what about you? Where is the main force of the central army?" Bai Zhanqiu pressed.

Su Zhan's gaze fell on the location of the Wild Valley Gang on the map, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "I will personally lead the Ironclad Cavalry, all the heavy infantry, the remnants of the Overlord Gang who can still wield swords, and the last reserve force left in Stone City, two thousand elite soldiers to guard the city. Our target is the ruins of the Wild Valley Gang."

His voice suddenly rose, "Batu is now with the Wild Valley Gang. I will use the blood of my most elite Golden Wolf Cavalry to offer sacrifices to the fallen souls on that blood-stained scorched earth, and use Batu's head to tell the entire grassland that I have planted the flag of the Han people!"

Su Zhan turned abruptly to face the generals in the hall, his cloak billowing in the wind: "Order the entire army to prepare food and set off in half an hour."

There is no turning back in this battle. Victory will make Stone City awe-inspiring on the grasslands, and the Han people will stand tall; defeat will mean annihilation, with blood staining the yellow sand. Do any of you dare follow our Soviet army into this predicament?

"Die! Die! Die!" Li Ergou, Halbala, and the generals of all ranks who rushed to the scene roared in unison, their voices almost lifting the dilapidated roof of the Wolf's Den Fortress.

The roar contained no fear, only a burning fighting spirit ignited within.

The wind and snow outside the palace suddenly intensified.

The howling wind transformed into a war drum, and the black dragon banner of Stone City fluttered wildly in the north wind, pointing towards the blood-stained battlefield and the Wild Valley Gang.

The wind and snow became the only witnesses to this death march.

The soldiers hunched their necks, their mouths and noses hidden under scarves and leather hats, revealing only pairs of gleaming eyes.

The cold wind scraped against my skin like a knife, taking away the last bit of warmth, but it couldn't take away my burning heart.

Meanwhile, Li Ergou's eight hundred light cavalry had already transformed into ghosts, abandoning the main road and stealthily moving along the rugged mountain ridge.

One person rides three horses in rotation to maintain maximum horsepower and speed.

The horse's hooves pounded over rocks, through bushes, and across streams, heading straight ahead.

The rocket and ignition source have been carefully wrapped to minimize the risk of collision.

Each knight held his bowstring taut, silently enduring the cold and physical exhaustion, with only one thought in his mind: to rush into that deadly pine forest before Batu's vanguard arrived.

Harbala's three hundred Black Feather Riders shot like arrows straight at the lifeline between Yingzhou Street and the Wild Valley Gang, the Chaotic Stone Valley.

As its name suggests, the valley is flanked by cliffs on both sides, and the valley floor is narrow and winding, with the widest part only wide enough for three or four riders to ride abreast.

This was the only route Batu's follow-up army would take to reinforce the Noguni Gang, and it was also the burial site that Harbala had chosen for himself and his three hundred brothers.

Upon reaching the valley entrance, they dismounted immediately without a moment's rest and began preparations.

With insufficient manpower, they used horses as walls. The warhorses were led to narrow parts of the valley, connected by ropes, and the tripwires were hidden under the thin snow in a crisscross pattern.

The cavalrymen climbed the stone slopes on both sides, taking up high ground. They rested their fingers on their powerful bows and crossbows, pressed their bodies tightly against the rocks, and silently chewed on the last bit of dried meat they carried, gathering every bit of strength and waiting for the wave of destruction.

The stockade walls that the Wild Valley Gang once built against the mountain have long since turned into ruins.

Beneath the blanket of snow, the dark brown earth, soaked through by the snow, was exposed, with several massive, charred beams leaning precariously among the ruins.

The main force of the Soviet army silently lay in ambush in these ruins.

The heavy cavalry of the Iron Pagoda were positioned in a relatively open depression behind the ruins, both men and horses clad in armor, standing silently like a forest.

The heavily armored infantry and the men of the Batian Gang were scattered and hidden behind the roof scaffolding, their hands tightly gripping the hilts of their swords and the shafts of their spears. Their breath condensed into white frost in the air, but their eyes were fixed on the open snowfield in front of the ruins that led to Yingchoujian. Batu's army would come from there.

Time passed second by second, and I don't know how much time had gone by, maybe an hour, or maybe two.

Suddenly, without warning, a snow line appeared on the distant horizon.

The snow line advanced rapidly, and the earth began to tremble.

Immediately afterwards, countless small black dots leaped across the snow line, and a huge golden wolf battle flag was the first to pierce the snow curtain, fluttering wildly in the gale.

Beneath the banners was a dense forest of fluttering leather hats and scimitars, and a surging torrent of cavalry.

Batu's striker has arrived.

The Golden Tent Wolf Guard of the Royal Court was the most elite executioner on the grasslands. Just as Su Zhan had predicted, they were fearless and unprepared, and with an arrogant determination to crush everything, they rushed straight towards the ruins of the Wild Valley Gang, the last resistance of the Han people.

Horse hooves trampled the snow, raising clouds of snow dust and smoke.

The knights roared, their scimitars flashing with a cold light, converging into a devastating torrent, intent on utterly crushing this ruin and all life within it.

The hearts of the Stone City soldiers lurking in the ruins suddenly clenched, almost stopping.

Even from this distance, that violent aura still sent chills down one's spine.

However, without orders, no one dared to move.

All eyes were drawn to the shadow of a relatively intact boulder deep within the ruins, where Su Zhan stood.

His eyes pierced through the wind and snow, locking onto the fluttering golden wolf banner and the exceptionally burly figure at the forefront below, clad in magnificent gold-trimmed leather armor—it was the eldest prince, Batu.

Closer, closer.

The vanguard of the Golden Wolf Iron Cavalry had already charged into the outer wall of the ruins, their hooves crushing charcoal and splattering black blood.

They showed no sign of slowing down, their target fixed on the tall, afterimage-like figures in the center, seemingly certain that the enemy's core command was hidden there.

Just as the wolf guard cavalry were less than a hundred paces from the ruins, suddenly, a whoosh!

Three short, sharp whistles, distinctly different from the bugle calls of the grasslands, suddenly rang out from the old pine forest on the north side of the Wild Valley.

Immediately afterwards, one, two, three, ten, and a hundred orange-red flames suddenly leaped and burst into flames in the lush pine forest.

The fire was fueled by the wind, and the wind fueled the fire's power. In the blink of an eye, the entire pine forest was ablaze, with the dry pine resin and withered branches and leaves becoming the perfect fuel.

Flames shot into the sky, thick smoke billowed, and instantly turned half the sky red.

The sudden burst of flames and thick smoke threw the charging Golden Wolf Iron Cavalry vanguard into disarray.

Warhorses are naturally afraid of fire, and the sudden flames and heat waves instantly panicked them.

Even with their usual training, the horses in the front ranks couldn't withstand the panicked rearing up, neighing and running wildly uncontrollably; those in the middle couldn't stop in time and crashed into the chaos ahead; the horses in the rear had their vision obscured by the thick smoke, and their momentum was greatly reduced.

The once orderly charging formation instantly twisted and tore apart, and unprecedented chaos enveloped the entire column. The knights desperately tightened their reins, and curses and cries of alarm filled the air.

At that moment, a cold glint flashed in Su Zhan's eyes from behind the boulder. He abruptly drew his sword, its blade pointing directly at the chaotic Golden Wolf Riders ahead: "The time has come! Ironclad Cavalry, charge with me and crush them!"

Roar! A destructive force suddenly erupted.

The eight hundred ironclad cavalry, which had been poised for battle, suddenly awoke. Their heavy hooves dug through the frozen earth and snow, and they charged forward, causing the ground to tremble violently.

The sound of armor rubbing and colliding created a steel tsunami.

Ignoring the broken walls and ruins ahead, their hooves trampled over beams and crushed stones, their flattened lances forming a forest of death. With the force of a thousand troops, they charged towards the vanguard of the Golden Wolf Cavalry, whose formation was in disarray due to the fire, launching a devastating and unstoppable charge.

At the same time, Su Zhan swung down the red command flag, symbolizing the entire army's assault: "Kill them!"

The heavily armored infantry of Stone City and the men of the Overlord Gang, who had been lying in ambush in every corner of the ruins, roared and leaped out of the deep pits in the broken walls.

Swordsmen and shieldmen formed a dense charge formation, followed closely by spearmen, while archers and crossbowmen, positioned on higher ground, unleashed a deadly rain of arrows upon the chaotic enemy ranks.

The Golden Wolf Cavalry vanguard, which had just been thrown into chaos by the pine forest fire, had not yet had time to regroup when they were struck head-on by this destructive torrent.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Thud!

The charge of the Ironclad Cavalry is a nightmare that flesh and blood cannot withstand.

The enormous warhorse, with its terrifying speed and weight, crashed violently into the chaotic cavalry formation.

The Golden Wolf Guards at the forefront, along with their horses, were instantly smashed to pieces, screaming as they were sent flying.

The dense steel spearheads easily pierced through the leather armor and flesh, lifting the knight violently into the air, where bright red blood shot out in a long trail.

The subsequent Ironclad Cavalry trampled over the fallen wounded and corpses without hesitation, the sound of bones shattering echoing beneath their heavy iron hooves.

The Stone City infantry, who followed closely behind, were like efficient meat grinders.

The shields ruthlessly rammed past the slowed cavalry, and the lances thrust fiercely through the gaps in the shields, aiming specifically for the horse's belly and the man's leg.

The men of the Overlord Gang were as fierce as mad tigers. They disregarded casualties and used their flesh and blood to pounce on the fallen cavalrymen, slashing with knives, biting with their teeth, and using every means to drag the enemy off their horses, even at the cost of mutual destruction.

The ruins instantly transformed into a battlefield, with a cacophony of sounds that were deafening.

"Hold on! Form ranks! Don't panic! Slaughter all the Han dogs!" Under the Golden Wolf banner, Batu was filled with shock and rage.

He never imagined that such a large number of terrifying enemies and such deadly traps were hidden in this ruin that he thought he could easily trample.

The towering flames disrupted the vanguard's charge, and the sudden arrival of heavy iron cavalry completely threw his plans into disarray.

Seeing his prized Golden Horde Wolf Guards being harvested like wheat, the proud eldest prince of the royal court was utterly enraged.

He brandished his heavy scimitar, his golden leather armor dazzlingly bright, and led his most elite guards as he charged fearlessly toward the core of the steel torrent that was wreaking havoc on their side. That was where Su Zhan was located, and he recognized the figure in black armor on a black horse, who resembled a demon god.

"Does this Han dog dare to fight me?" Batu roared, his voice carrying a defiant challenge that seemed destined to fight to the death. His voice was clearly heard across the battlefield, instantly drawing countless gazes.

Just then, Su Zhan cleaved a wolf guard centurion who was attempting a sneak attack with a single slash. Upon hearing the sound, he abruptly reined in his horse, his icy gaze piercing through the billowing smoke and blood mist, precisely locking onto the golden figure.

Without any verbal response, Su Zhan simply slammed his foot into the stirrup.

The divine warhorse beneath his feet, in perfect harmony with his will, let out a long neigh, its four hooves churning like lightning, and fiercely charged towards the golden flame.

One black and one gold, representing the pinnacle of martial prowess of opposing sides, clashed violently on the battlefield of the Wild Valley Gang, a land of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Clang! The sound of metal clashing against metal exploded like thunder on the ground, instantly drowning out all the noise on the battlefield, and sparks flew everywhere.

Batu felt an unimaginable force surge through his scimitar, his arms trembled violently, and his tiger's mouth split open instantly, blood staining the gold-inlaid hilt.

His prized horse from the Western Regions let out a mournful cry and was thrown backward by the enormous recoil.

"How is this possible?" Batu's bloodshot eyes were filled with disbelief and horror.

He was born with superhuman strength and rarely had an opponent on the grassland. How could Su Zhan's strength be so domineering?

In the instant that Batu was greatly shocked, a cold glint flashed in Su Zhan's eyes. With a flick of his wrist, the heavy broadsword moved nimbly and cunningly, using the momentum of the collision to swiftly thrust straight at Batu's wrist that was holding the sword. It was fast, accurate, and ruthless, and simply unstoppable.

Batu, after all, was a battle-hardened general, and he showed a resolute response at this critical moment.

He forcefully twisted his wrist, and the heavy scimitar spun like a shield to parry.

Clang! Pfft!

A loud scraping sound rang out as Su Zhan's knife tip struck Batu's wrist hard, sending up a trail of dazzling sparks.

The immense force caused Batu to go numb again.

The two horses passed each other, their first encounter a lightning-fast exchange.

Batu broke out in a cold sweat. His initial contempt vanished, replaced by intense killing intent and apprehension.

"You scoundrel!" Batu roared, raising his scimitar above his head, spurring his horse forward and charging again.

This time, his sword strikes were even heavier and fiercer, carrying the resolute determination to split mountains and sever jade.