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

Su Zhan took a deep breath, then drew his sword, turned around, and disappeared into the city.

After leaving the city, they sped off towards the mass grave.

That night.

The mass grave was filled with eerie winds and overgrown weeds.

One hundred wiry figures stood silently like stone sculptures, utterly hushed.

The leader was a burly man with a face as dark as the bottom of a pot; he was none other than Zhao Kui, the infamous Black-Faced Tiger, a member of the Fierce Dragon Gang.

He held a heavy machete in his hand, his eyes fierce, and waited silently.

When Su Zhan's figure appeared on the hillside, 100 pairs of eyes instantly focused on him, looking over with awe and anticipation.

Su Zhan didn't waste any words. He glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice.

"Destination: Black Rock Slope, let's go!"

"Yes, Master Su!"

A hundred people roared in unison, their voices deliberately lowered, yet they coalesced into a chilling, murderous aura that startled the night owl into fleeing.

"Zhao Kui!"

"Your subordinate is here!"

"Take forty archers and advance to the dense forest at the foot of the slope on the east side of the camp. Wait for my signal, and launch three rockets into the air. They will then quickly cover and fire upon the western edge of the camp, creating chaos and drawing the attention of the defenders on the front! After firing one volley, immediately move to a new position to prevent a counterattack."

"Yes, Master Su!"

Zhao Kui clasped his hands in a fist salute, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light.

"The remaining 60 people, come with me."

The 60 heroes responded in hushed tones, their eyes gleaming with ferocity, without uttering a single word.

With a wave of his hand, Su Zhan sent the hundred-man team into the night, splitting into two streams like water flowing silently towards Black Stone Slope.

……

Black Rock Slope Camp.

As the intelligence indicated, the tallest tent in the center of the camp, decorated with a ferocious wolf head pattern, was the location of Blood Wolf Urg.

Outside the camp, the Blood Wolf Guards did not relax their vigilance despite the victory in the city. Patrols moved cautiously, and sentries were hidden in the shadows beside the fences and barricades. A tense atmosphere of impending doom permeated the camp.

Su Zhan led 60 men like geckos crawling close to the ground, using the terrain and the cover of night to successfully reach a thicket of bushes outside the southern fence.

The air could be filled with the snorting of warhorses in the camp and the heavy footsteps of the patrolling steppe men.

Su Zhan made a hand gesture, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the order.

Time seemed to freeze. After an unknown amount of time, suddenly, a sharp whistling sound tore through the night sky.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

Three burning rockets, trailing blinding flames, shot straight into the sky like meteors, exploding suddenly at their final climax, transforming into three eerie, blood-red sparks.

As soon as the signal was given, almost at the same moment the rockets launched, a dense, chilling rain of arrows, like a swarm of deadly locusts, slammed heavily onto the west side of the camp with a whooshing sound.

"Enemy attack! They're on the west!"

"Raise your shields! They're archers! Cover them!"

Alarms and panicked shouts erupted instantly on the west side, and the covered area was thrown into chaos, with warhorses neighing and flames bursting forth.

The Blood Wolf Guards, who were originally guarding other directions, instinctively rushed towards the west side, where flames were shooting into the sky and screams were echoing.

"Rush now!"

A cold glint flashed in Su Zhan's eyes, and he was the first to leap out of the bushes.

"Boom!"

Several strongmen were already prepared to smash the wooden stakes, which slammed hard against a relatively weak section of the railing on the south side. Wood chips flew everywhere, and the railing broke open with a loud crack.

"Charge with me! Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

Su Zhan took the lead, his curved blade drawing an arc in the firelight. The first move of the Rending Wind Formation Blade, the Wind-Splitting Slash, was as fast as lightning, cleaving a Blood Wolf Guard who rushed in with his blade flying, blood gushing out.

"Kill them!"

Sixty elite members of the Raptors Gang roared as they poured in through the breach like a burst dam.

The three of them worked in perfect harmony, and in an instant, the flashing blades overwhelmed the Blood Wolf Guards who were trying to intercept them.

Su Zhan, like a sharp dagger, had a clear target, aiming straight for the central tent at the heart of the camp.

His swordsmanship was incredibly fierce. He unleashed a series of horizontal slashes and sweeping attacks, causing people and horses to fall wherever he went. No one could stand a chance against him.

The immense pressure of the blade cleaved through the Blood Wolf Guard who was raising his shield to block, breaking both his shield and his bones.

"Stop him! Protect the commander!"

The guards surrounding the main tent finally reacted, howling as they formed a battle array and charged forward, fearless of death.

"Kill them!"

Su Zhan's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He unleashed the sixth move of the Rending Wind True Blade, a series of slashes. The blade light instantly transformed into a dazzling screen of light, accompanied by a constant hissing sound. Several guards who rushed at him instantly suffered deep, bone-revealing gashes and fell to the ground with screams.

Then, Su Zhan used a quick parrying technique to precisely deflect the spear thrusting from the side, and with a backhand change of form, like a venomous snake, instantly pierced the throat of a grassland man.

For a time, Su Zhan and his men were like gods of death, and no one could stop them.

Su Zhan immediately charged to the front of the central tent.

"boom!"

Su Zhan kicked open the tent door at the back of the main tent and shot out like lightning. Inside, the tent was brightly lit, and a burly grassland man with an unusually strong build, a face full of scars, and wearing a gorgeous fur robe was glaring angrily at Su Zhan. He was none other than Blood Wolf Urge, the commander of the Blood Wolf Guard.

Ulger clearly hadn't expected the attack to be so swift and deadly.

His face showed a hint of surprise, but he reacted quickly, roaring as he grabbed a huge, wheel-like curved sword from the side.

The curved blade, resembling a horse-slaying saber, carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks as it slashed down at Su Zhan's head. The blade whistled, even causing the lamps inside the tent to flicker and nearly go out.

Su Zhan's pupils contracted slightly; this Urge's power was even greater than Galahan's.

But he was fearless and his heart was as firm as a rock. He used the seventh move of the Wind-Splitting Formation Blade, the Quick Blocking Technique, once again. He slid to the side, and the blade met the middle of the opponent's giant blade at an incredibly small angle. He used the force to deflect the opponent's attack with minimal effort.

"Clang—Sizzle!"

With a screeching sound, Urg's sure-fire strike was deflected, and the heavy greatsword slammed into the animal hide-covered ground, embedding itself deeply. The immense recoil caused Urg excruciating pain in his wrist, and his massive body swayed.

Su Zhan seized this brilliant opportunity. He moved, but instead of using the eighth move, Illusionary Thrust, he poured all his strength, speed, and killing intent into the most basic and swift first move, Wind Slash. The blade flashed like thunder, tearing through the air from bottom to top, and with unwavering determination, he slashed towards Urg.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered, and Urg's horrified head flew high into the air, crashed against the tent roof, and fell heavily to the ground, rolling onto the animal-hide carpet, its eyes wide open, dying with its eyes wide open.

His headless body swayed, then collapsed to the ground with a thud, blood gushing out like a fountain. His neck was broken, and the blood instantly stained the luxurious carpet red.

Outside the tent, the shouts of battle and the clash of swords were still very intense.

But at this moment, Ulger has already been killed by Su Zhan, and the core of the Blood Wolf Guard will collapse instantly.

Next, without even glancing at the corpses on the ground, Su Zhan strode out of the tent, carrying his blood-dripping scimitar.

He leaped onto a high platform, raised Urge's head high, and channeled his inner strength, his voice resounding throughout the surrounding area.

"Urg is dead; those who surrender will not be killed!"