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

Su Zhan waved his hand, his voice hoarse, "Take the remains of our fallen brothers and the seriously wounded. Those who can walk, walk on your own. Those who can't walk, help them out. As for the rest of your belongings, take everything you can. What you can't take, burn it along with this canyon."

"Yes!" The deputy accepted the order, his voice choked with emotion, and then went to do his work.

Before long, the fire reignited, engulfing the Golden Eagle tribe's camp and the corpses scattered on the ground, as well as the hundreds of heroic souls of the Fierce Dragon Gang. Thick smoke billowed straight into the sky.

Su Zhan took one last look at the canyon, now completely stained with blood, then turned and walked heavily out of the valley, each step feeling as if he were treading on the spirits of his fallen brothers.

The taste of victory now only left a bitter aftertaste.

The shadows of the distant mountain peaks enveloped Su Zhan.

On a distant mountaintop, two men wearing cloaks and bearing the insignia of the Prince of Shunyi had witnessed the entire battle.

One of them nodded in satisfaction. "This man is indeed exceptionally brave! Even I might not have been able to escape unscathed from that predicament, but he managed to lead so many people out of there. That's an extremely impressive feat."

His deputy beside him echoed, "That's right! This man is truly formidable! If we hadn't relayed the message to the Golden Eagle Tribe, they probably wouldn't have been injured tonight. Yet, even so, they still won. This shows that his strength is unfathomable, and he is indeed worth recruiting. I wonder what Your Highness's thoughts are? What arrangements do you have for him?"

The leader chuckled and said, "His Highness's arrangements are beyond our comprehension. We only need to tell His Highness everything we see before us, and the rest will be decided by His Highness."

His deputy nodded, and then the two disappeared into the darkness before dawn.

Su Zhan, of course, was unaware that he had been tricked. He didn't think much about it today, and he considered being ambushed to be normal. After all, Stone City's recent actions had been too drastic, and the Fierce Dragon Gang had made one move after another. It was normal for them to be on guard. However, this outcome was hard for him to bear.

The death of Zhao Kui, and the deaths of so many brothers, was truly tragic.

Although he knew that war would result in death, Su Zhan felt uneasy at the thought of his family members holding his body, weeping bitterly, and then burying him.

Even though he had witnessed countless life-and-death situations, he still felt a pang of sadness every time he faced such a scene.

After a brief moment of heartache, Su Zhan quickly regained his resolve.

He knew that the only thing he could do now was to avenge them, to wipe out all the rivals of the Fierce Dragon Gang, to give these fallen brothers an explanation, and to ensure that their families could live a good life in the future. He couldn't let these people die in vain, and he couldn't let the living and the dead feel disheartened.

Su Zhan took a deep breath. The news of tonight's great battle would be relayed to all the nearby tribes in the shortest possible time. He wondered how the grassland people would feel after hearing this news.

Su Zhan led his remaining troops back to Stone City.

Within the ranks, the groans of the wounded and the panting of warhorses mingled into a mournful chorus.

Zhao Kui's body was hastily wrapped in burlap and carried by several soldiers. The bloodstains had long since congealed into dark brown spots, making it look very heavy.

Su Zhan's wounds burned with pain, and a deep, bone-revealing knife wound on his left shoulder was still bleeding, but he forced himself to stay alert, his eyes filled with only cold killing intent.

The tragic outcome still pained him deeply.

The outline of Stone City was faintly visible in the morning light, and Su Zhan finally felt a little relieved.

But suddenly, a strange commotion came on the wind.

It was a cacophony of deafening shouts and the clang of metal on metal.

A red monkey galloped towards them on horseback, shouting, "Master Su! Something's wrong!"

His face was full of fear. "Stone City is under siege. The Black Bear Tribe, the White Deer Tribe, and the Bloodhoof Tribe have all come. The city walls are on fire."

Su Zhan's pupils constricted as he spurred his horse up the high slope. The image before him made him gasp.

Stone City had been reduced to a sea of ​​fire. A dark mass of grassland warriors surged toward the city walls like a tidal wave. Arrows rained down like locusts, and fiery arrows pierced the sky, setting the houses inside the city ablaze. The deafening crashes outside the city gates were deafening.

A huge log, held in the arms of the steppe people, violently crashed into the city gate, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

On the city wall, the Mighty Dragon Gang's defenders fought a bloody battle, but they were clearly outnumbered. People kept falling from the arrows, and their screams tore through the dawn.

"These beasts took advantage of the situation!" Su Zhan roared, his voice hoarse.

He instantly understood that the destruction of the Golden Eagle tribe was merely a bait used by these people.

The remaining three units joined forces to launch a surprise attack on Stone City; their real objective was to take down the Dragon Gang.

The main force of the Raptors had just gone through a bloody battle, and the city was very vulnerable, which was their fatal weakness.

"Brothers, follow me and charge to save Stone City!" Su Zhan's spear was sheathed, the blade's edge reflecting the firelight, like bloodthirsty fangs.

The remaining thousand or so members of the Fierce Dragon Gang roared in unison, their exhausted bodies ignited by rage, transforming into a black torrent that surged toward the battlefield.

The battlefield was as brutal as hell. Su Zhan led his troops in from the flank and was instantly drawn into the melee.

The grassland people who were fiercely attacking Stone City did not expect Su Zhan and his group to arrive so quickly.

They originally thought the Golden Eagle tribe could capture Su Zhan and his men, since it was an ambush, not a direct confrontation.

But to everyone's surprise, not only did they fail to capture Su Zhan and his men, they also allowed more than 1000 of them to escape.

Although some were slightly injured and others were seriously injured, as long as they could move, they rushed forward with knives, catching the grassland people off guard.

Outside the city gate, the heavily armored warriors of the Black Bear tribe formed a shield wall, their spears like a forest, constantly piercing through the Dragon Gang's defenses.

A member of the Fierce Dragon Gang had just cut down an enemy soldier when several spears pierced his chest, and his intestines spilled out.

He roared and swung his knife until he breathed his last.

The Bloodhoof cavalry charged back and forth, their hooves trampling the corpses and turning the wounded into mincemeat.

Behind them, archers from the Bailu tribe occupied the high ground, raining down arrows, aiming specifically at the throats of the defenders.

The burning arrows in the air ignited the city tower, causing part of the wooden structure to collapse and killing many people.

Flames engulfed the living and the dead, the stench of burning flesh mixed with the stench of blood, making one want to vomit.

The defending troops were putting up a desperate fight, and Su Zhan's men were also fighting hard, but the enemy kept coming in waves, making it difficult to resist.

He caught a glimpse of a corner of the city wall, where Bai Zhanqiu was wearing a white robe, which was covered in bloodstains and was quite conspicuous.

He brandished his longsword, directing the troops and boosting the morale of the remaining soldiers.

It's just unknown how long it can hold on.

Su Zhan's eyes were bloodshot with rage, but he was in dire straits himself and couldn't care less about what was happening on the city wall.

There were just too many grassland people around him. Three burly men from the Black Bear tribe surrounded him, their large knives aimed straight at his head.

Su Zhan flashed his broadsword repeatedly, dodging the opponent's fatal attacks and killing three more people, but he suffered a new wound on his left arm, and blood soaked through his sleeve.