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

Su Zhan kept a close eye on the grassland people. They were getting closer and closer. When they reached the position Su Zhan had anticipated, Su Zhan immediately shouted.

"put!"

The instant Su Zhan's voice fell, arrows burst forth from both sides of the cliff.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

A dense rain of arrows tore through the darkness, descending from the sky with the sound of death.

The unsuspecting grassland people immediately panicked, and screams, the sound of horses' hooves, and neighing in terror erupted, quickly drowning out everything else.

The torches were knocked down, the light dimmed, and chaos erupted at the valley entrance.

"Enemy attack! Form ranks and defend!"

Galatu was shocked and furious. He reacted quickly, rolling off his saddle and using the horse and the narrow terrain as cover to escape the volley of arrows.

But the grassland people around him were not so lucky; five or six of them fell down instantly.

As for the others, they were terrified by the rain of arrows, and some did not have time to draw their swords and could only run away with their heads in their hands.

They were then pinned to the ground by arrows, while others huddled in corners with scimitars, wildly swinging their weapons.

But they lived up to their reputation as elite troops, demonstrating formidable combat skills.

Although some were injured, the remaining people quickly huddled together, their backs against the rock wall and the horse carcass, their scimitars instantly drawn, forming a small but sturdy defensive circle.

Su Zhan did not expect to defeat the enemy with a single volley of arrows.

He suddenly stood up, drew his broadsword, and the blade flashed coldly in the darkness.

"kill!"

With a low roar, Su Zhan took the lead and leaped down from the cliff like a tiger, rushing straight towards the core of the enemy formation.

His target is Galatu!

Behind Su Zhan, more than 30 elite soldiers, like hungry wolves released from their cages, roared into the battlefield from the cliffs on both sides and the valley entrance, wielding their broadswords to slash at the chaotic enemy.

The entire canyon entrance instantly erupted into chaos as countless grassland warriors and elite troops brought by Su Zhan clashed. The sounds of swords clashing filled the air, and screams and groans echoed from the darkness, indicating the exceptionally fierce battle.

At this moment, Su Zhan's figure blended into the night like a war wolf, his blade pointing directly at Galatu, who had just gained a foothold in the center of the chaos.

Su Zhan chose an extremely cunning timing and angle, precisely at the moment when the steppe people's formation was torn apart by the rain of arrows and they were still in shock.

"Protect the Commander!"

A loyal, burly grassland man roared, trying to shield Galatu with his body, his scimitar, imbued with a ruthless intent to take him down with him, slashing towards Su Zhan's head.

"You're courting death!" Su Zhan's eyes flashed with sternness, and his body twisted strangely as he rushed forward. The first move of the Rending Wind True Blade, the Wind-Facing Slash, transformed into the third move, the Wind-Following Sweep. The blade light swept across a semicircle, arriving first despite being attacked later.

"Snap!"

The heavy scimitar clashed with Su Zhan's broadsword, producing a piercing scraping sound and sending sparks flying.

The burly man from the grasslands felt a tremendous force come his way, his tiger's mouth split open, and his scimitar flew out of his hand.

Su Zhan's blade, however, remained sharp, precisely slicing across the man's neck. The man's roar abruptly ceased as his head flew into the air, scalding blood spraying all over Galatu's head.

"Batu!"

Galatu's eyes widened in horror, and the bloodstains on his face made him look even more ferocious.

He drew a curved sword from his waist; the blade was longer and thicker than usual, clearly his preferred weapon.

He roared and slashed at Su Zhan recklessly, the blade whistling as he charged forward with overwhelming force.

His personal guards also reacted and rushed towards Su Zhan without regard for their own lives, trying to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.

At the same time, Xu Da led more than 30 elite troops in a fierce battle with other grassland guards.

The narrow entrance to the canyon made it difficult to fully utilize the numerical advantage, resulting in an exceptionally fierce battle. The clash of swords, the flying of blood and flesh, the screams, the clanging of weapons, and the dying groans, all mingled with the howling wind, echoed through the canyon.

The soldiers Su Zhan brought were all top-notch, with excellent teamwork and a psychological advantage in ambush.

Although the grassland guards were fierce and brave, they suffered considerable losses under the initial barrage of arrows and were subsequently divided and surrounded, gradually falling into a disadvantageous position.

Xu Da wielded his long sword, hacking down two enemies in succession, and roared.

"Push them down, don't give them a chance to breathe!"

Galatu, on the other hand, was forced to retreat repeatedly by Su Zhan, and the ruthless and cunning of the Rending Wind Breaking Formation Blade made him tremble with fear.

The power that erupted from Su Zhan's seemingly frail body far exceeded his expectations, and each of his strikes carried a deadly edge.

Galatu's scimitar barely blocked Su Zhan's powerful and heavy strike, but his arm was numb from the impact, and the granary beneath his feet retreated.

"Waaaaah~ Waaaah~"

A sharp and high-pitched horn blast suddenly tore through the night sky behind the canyon, followed by the thunderous sound of horses' hooves rushing in from the canyon's exit, rapidly approaching.

The sound was amplified infinitely in the narrow valley, causing the stone walls on both sides to tremble slightly.

"Oh no, they have reinforcements!"

Xu Da's expression suddenly changed drastically. He looked sharply into the depths of the valley entrance and saw that the torchlight was like a wildfire, instantly turning the sky of the canyon red. There were at least twenty or thirty torches, flickering in the firelight, charging forward with great speed.

This sudden and dramatic change froze the battlefield in an instant.

Almost all of the men Su Zhan brought were engaged in close combat with the remnants of Galatu's forces. With their backs to the valley entrance, they were completely unprepared.

Galatu was stunned for a moment, then burst into a wild roar of joy, howling like a wounded beast.

"Hahaha, may the Eternal Heaven protect us! They are our warriors, kill them all!"

When Su Zhan saw the cavalry in the distance, his heart sank, and a chill instantly ran through him.

"We've fallen for their trap? Damn it! Is this really just a coincidence?"

Bai Zhanqiu's intelligence had made a fatal mistake. The reinforcements were definitely not the planned 20-odd people. They were now surrounded and trapped in this narrow Death Valley.

"Xu Da! Divide your forces and hold off the rear!"

Su Zhan roared, his voice booming through the chaotic battlefield. They had to make a decision, or everyone would die here.

Xu Da, a veteran of countless battles, instantly grasped the perilous nature of the situation.

"Teams one and two, follow me!"

Xu Da roared, forcibly breaking free from the entanglement with Galatu's remnants, and led a dozen men to charge towards the surging reinforcements of cavalry.

They had to form a defensive line in narrow spaces, using their flesh and blood to withstand the cavalry charges, buying time for the Soviet Union to resolve the Galatu conflict.

However, the hastily assembled defensive line appeared so fragile in the face of the high-speed charging cavalry.

"boom!"

Like giant waves crashing against rocks, Xu Da's suicide squad instantly collided with the vanguard of the grassland reinforcements. Men and horses were thrown about, long swords pierced flesh and blood, and warhorses knocked men away. The carnage reached its peak in an instant.

Xu Da fought valiantly, cleaving the leg of a cavalryman with his long sword, and then severing the arm of the fallen rider.

Meanwhile, more cavalry surged towards their thin defensive line like a torrent, with men falling one after another, and the line teetering on the brink of collapse.

The pressure of being attacked from both sides put the Soviet side under immense pressure.

Galatu and his personal guards, like madmen, launched a fierce attack without regard for casualties, attempting to hold off the Soviets and wait for reinforcements to completely crush them.

The men brought by Su Zhan were quickly reduced to fewer than 100 under the attack from both sides, and screams of agony filled the air.