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

The alley was very dark, but the sign was directly facing a sliver of moonlight shining down from the corner of the house above. Under the moonlight, the ferocious wolf head on the sign was the unique symbol of the Mandu tribe.

Although Bawen was dizzy and on his knees from the beating, the wolf head pattern flashing so close to him was branded into his mind like a hot iron.

The only subordinate standing next to him, who was hesitating whether to rush forward, also happened to see this scene.

"Wolf... Wolf Head?"

Bavin and his men panicked, and three words came to mind.

Su Zhan also pretended to be in a hurry and bent down, quickly grabbing the wolf head card from the ground and stuffing it back into his arms.

To the other party, this action was seen as an attempt to cover up the fact that the truth was being confirmed!

In the end, Su Zhan didn't linger with them any longer. He simply waved his hand and led his men away quickly into the alley, leaving Bawen and the others standing there bewildered.

At this moment, Bawen's men rushed forward to help him up. Bawen felt pain all over his body, but he had a vivid memory of the wolf head sign he had just seen.

"Did you all see clearly what that was just now?"

One of his subordinates nodded vigorously.

"That's right, that thing belongs to the Mandu tribe. They must be from the Mandu tribe!"

The other subordinate looked puzzled.

"But they are all Han Chinese, so why are the wolf-head plaques of the Mandu tribe in the hands of Han Chinese?"

A bold idea popped into Bavin's mind.

"The Mandu tribe has established contact with the Han Chinese in this city!"

At that time, Bawen was certain that his idea was correct, and he felt that the matter was of great importance and that he had to go back and report to the leader immediately.

The group of people helped each other up and staggered out of the dark alley, no longer daring to have any thoughts of seeking pleasure.

When they returned to the tribe, the patrolling steppe warriors, seeing their disheveled appearance, gathered around them.

"Lord Bawen, what's going on?"

Bawen took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound clearer.

"Escort me back immediately, I need to see the leader!"

Seeing Bawen's stern expression, the grassland people dared not delay and immediately escorted the group to the main tent.

Meanwhile, in another, deeper alley, Su Zhan removed his mask, his face expressionless.

The night breeze blew by, and the smell of blood in the air was no longer there.

"Master Su, is it done?"

A burly man beside him asked in a low voice; he was one of the skilled men who had cooperated with him in the previous operation.

"The sign fell at just the right moment, and the moonlight was bright enough for them to see it clearly," Su Zhan said calmly. "The arrow has already been shot; now let it float for a while!"

"Shall we go back and report?"

Su Zhan nodded, then turned and disappeared into the darkness. His two subordinates followed closely behind, vanishing silently as if they had never existed.

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The atmosphere in the core tent of the Agada tribe was as oppressive as the deathly silence before a storm.

The chieftain, Gala Khan, sat in the main seat covered with thick furs, his face ashen.

Although he appeared more composed than his deceased brother Galatu, the burning rage in his eyes at that moment almost set the tent ablaze.

Bawen knelt down, enduring the pain, and recounted the attack in the alleyway in its entirety, embellishing the story once more.

In particular, it vividly depicts the Mandu tribe's wolf head token, which is only glimpsed briefly under the moonlight, yet remains incredibly clear.

"Chief, I saw it clearly, that plaque is definitely from the Mandu family, there's no mistake!" Bawen's voice trembled with excitement.

"Those Han Chinese, though masked, were ruthless and coordinated perfectly; they were no ordinary people! If I hadn't accidentally spotted the sign, they wouldn't have retreated at all, and I probably wouldn't be able to return to see the leader tonight!"

Upon hearing this, the faces of several key figures from the Agada tribe inside the tent turned extremely grim, and whispers arose among them.

"The Mandu tribe? What are they trying to do?"

"Could it be that they are secretly colluding with the Han dogs?"

At first, the group only suspected that the Mandu tribe had ulterior motives towards them, but as the conversation went deeper, their suspicions grew stronger.

"I knew there was something fishy about Galatu's death that night! We had already received advance notice from the Fierce Dragon Gang and even sent reinforcements to help Galatu, but they were all killed in the end. It's obvious we fell into a trap; someone must have tipped us off!"

"That's right. They weren't content to stay in that small camp. They've always coveted our huge profits in Stone City. The death of Chief Galatu is definitely related to them!"

Chaos erupted inside the tent. Galahan slammed his hand on the low table in front of him, making a loud bang. The tent fell silent instantly as he stared intently at Bawen.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken? Is it the Mandu family's wolf head token?"

Bawen swore an oath to the heavens, his tone resolute.

"By the Eternal Heaven above, I swear on my life that the wolf head design is a token unique to the Mandu family, and only their direct descendants can possess it. Moreover, those Han men snatched back the token very quickly, clearly afraid of being recognized by us!"

Galahan's eyes flickered with uncertainty, his breathing grew heavy, and anger and suspicion quietly began to sprout in his heart.

Galatu's death, along with the complete annihilation of the other elite guards and reinforcements in the canyon, was like a red-hot knife stabbing into Galahan's heart, and a slap across the face of everyone in the Agada tribe.

Their plan that night was meticulous; they had obtained information about the Fierce Dragon Gang and carried out a counter-ambush. Yet, even so, they were all killed. This would never have happened if there hadn't been a spy.

His younger brother Galatu was a formidable fighter, and the grassland warriors under his command were all incredibly brave. Most importantly, they possessed information about an ambush brought back from the Fierce Dragon Gang. This was supposed to be a great show of ambush and counter-ambush, but it ended with all of them dying, which Gala Khan found hard to accept.

Now it seems that the Mandu tribe has connections with that group of Han dogs!

So, could it be that the Han dog and the Mandu tribe joined forces that night to set a huge trap for them, with the aim of killing his brother Galatu and weakening the strength of the entire Agala tribe?

The Han people killed his brother, a blood feud that must be washed away with blood. The betrayal of the Mandu tribe also enraged Gala Khan.

"Investigate!" Galahan's voice was filled with chilling murderous intent.

"Keep a close eye on everyone in Mandu's family in Stone City, as well as the Fierce Dragon Gang. Don't let any clue slip by. Han Chinese and Mandu, don't even think about clearing yourselves of this! I want to know who stabbed my Agara tribe in the back!"

Galatu paused here, a fierce glint appearing in his eyes.

"If it really was the Mandu tribe who did it... Hmph! I will make them pay with their blood!"