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

But Su Zhan didn't even glance at it, his gaze fixed on the direction of the crumbling city gate.

The city gate was about to fall, and a desperate roar from the city wall struck the hearts of every member of the Fierce Dragon Gang.

The massive siege engine, carried by dozens of the Black Bear Tribe's elite warriors, crashed into the already overburdened city gate once more amidst deafening shouts and an overwhelming force capable of destroying everything, with a deafening, teeth-grinding roar.

The earth shook violently, and the heavy bolts of the city gate, unable to withstand the immense impact, finally snapped.

The heavy door suddenly swung open inwards, creating a huge crack large enough to accommodate several people walking side by side.

"May the Eternal Heaven protect us! Let's storm in, slaughter all the Han dogs, and all the gold, silver, and women will be ours!"

The leader of the Black Bear tribe let out a beastly roar, his face contorted with a mixture of ecstasy and ferocity.

Outside the city, the allied forces, like a tidal wave, roared with cheers and rushed toward the deadly crevice.

On the city wall, Bai Zhanqiu directed his troops to frantically pour arrows, logs, thunderstones, and even scalding hot molten gold down.

But in the face of this torrent that has breached its banks, it appears so pale and powerless.

Just at this critical moment, a roar suddenly rang out, "Brothers of the Fierce Dragon Gang, follow me to block the door and kill these opportunistic beasts!"

Su Zhan's roar suddenly exploded. Covered in blood, he looked like a demon god crawling out of hell, holding a long sword, and charged forward in the firelight.

Ignoring the enemies entangled around him, he suddenly charged straight at the open city gate.

Behind him, the more than a thousand remnants of the Fierce Dragon Gang, who had just crawled out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood of the Golden Eagle Tribe, were already bloodthirsty.

The tragic deaths of their comrades, the attack on their homes, and the imminent danger to their wives, children, and elderly parents—at this moment, their fighting spirit was completely ignited. They let out inhuman roars and, following closely behind Su Zhan's figure, surged fiercely toward the city gate, like a sharp knife piercing the enemy's most vulnerable flank.

Su Zhan was the first to arrive. Before he even got there, his blade flashed like a bolt of lightning. A swift, piercing slash tore through the air, emitting a shrill, ghostly cry, and cleaved a Black Bear Tribe elite warrior, half-squeezed into a doorway, in two from head to chest. Hot blood splattered all over the faces and heads of the enemies behind him.

"Master Su is here with his men! Brothers, hold on! Push the door back!" Inside the city gate, several members of the Fierce Dragon Gang, who were desperately holding back the door with their flesh and blood, were already exhausted and desperate. But now, as if injected with a stimulant, they burst out with strength beyond their limits, roaring as they used their shoulders and lives to hold back the door that was opening inward, trying to close the gaping maw again.

Su Zhan blocked the fatal gap. His swordsmanship was no longer bound by fixed moves, but only by the most primitive and efficient killing instinct.

He had perfected the essence of the Rending Wind and Breaking Formation Blade Technique. Every strike was infused with a powerful will. The blade light was like a wheel, stirring up a storm of blood and gore. Every slash brought up severed limbs and arms, and every block caused the attacking enemies to break their hands and drop their weapons. He was like the hardest rock, firmly nailed to the city gate. No matter how frantically the enemies charged, they could not cross the line.

His wounds kept reopening during the fierce battle, and blood stained the ground beneath his feet, but he seemed to feel no pain, his eyes filled only with cold killing intent.

The remnants of his army also charged in like wolves and tigers, clashing fiercely with the allied forces that surged at the city gate.

These elite members of the Fierce Dragon Gang, who had just gone through a life-or-death battle, were exhausted and wounded, but their fighting power was even more terrifying than usual.

They didn't care about their own defense at all; they only sought to exchange lives for lives, to exchange injuries for lives, using a suicidal fighting style to forcefully suppress and push back the surging enemy tide.

The narrow space inside and outside the city gate instantly transformed into an even more brutal meat grinder.

"Stop them! Stop them! Don't let them retreat!" The Black Bear tribe leader was both shocked and furious. He hadn't expected that this remnant Han Chinese army, which should have been held back or even annihilated by the Golden Eagle tribe, would arrive so quickly, be so fierce, and be so reckless.

This has quickly become the key to completely turning the tide of the battle.

He brandished his sword and urged his men on with all his might.

However, Su Zhan, who was on the flank, caused chaos and the city gate was blocked by Su Zhan alone with his sword.

The previously high morale plummeted like a punctured balloon.

They thought the city was about to fall and a huge temptation was right in front of them, but they were stunned by this sudden blow.

"Pfft!" Su Zhan stabbed through the chest of a Bloodhoof tribe grassland man who was trying to launch a sneak attack, and then kicked the corpse away, knocking down a group of enemies.

He wiped his eyes, which were blurred with blood and sweat, and roared again, "Dragon Gang, kill them all!"

"Kill!" The remaining warriors of the Fierce Dragon Gang roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and the earth. With a fierce and relentless momentum, they launched a fierce counterattack like a powder keg that had been ignited.

On the city wall, Bai Zhanqiu saw Su Zhan block the city gate like a divine soldier descending from the sky and launch a counterattack. His eyes burst with the wild joy of escaping from a desperate situation.

He roared at the top of his lungs, "Reinforcements have arrived! The Third Master's men are back! Kill them! Shoot these Tartars down! Kill them all!"

The morale of the defenders was instantly ignited to its peak, and their counterattacks became even more fierce and precise, striking the enemy with greater accuracy.

The reinforcements brought by Su Zhan and the defending troops in the city formed a pincer movement. In particular, Su Zhan, the god of war, held a firm hold on the key point of the city gate, which shook the offensive of the three allied forces. Their formation finally began to loosen and fall into chaos. The huge casualties and the impact from Su Zhan's remnants from the flank and rear caused fear to spread among the crowd. Especially when they saw Su Zhan's invincible figure, many grassland warriors had already felt fear.

"Retreat! Retreat first!" The leader of the Bailu tribe was the first to succumb to the enormous casualties and pressure. Watching his tribe's warriors fall in droves under the attacks of the remaining soldiers and those on the city walls, his heart ached, and he hoarsely ordered a retreat.

With someone taking the lead, the morale of the troops instantly crumbled like an avalanche.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless and that continuing the fight would only lead to their complete exhaustion and death at the hands of the frenzied Han army, the Black Bear and Bloodhoof tribes also sounded the horn of retreat.

"Waaaaah!"

A low, urgent sound of retreat rang out, and the besieging grassland army retreated like a tide.

The pressure at the city gate vanished abruptly, leaving only corpses scattered across the ground, broken weapons, and rivers of blood shimmering in the bloody light.

Su Zhan leaned on his knife, breathing heavily. Each breath aggravated the wounds all over his body, causing them to burn with pain.

As he watched the enemy recede like a receding tide, his taut nerves finally relaxed, and a strong sense of dizziness washed over him, almost making him unable to stand.

Most of the soldiers behind him were also exhausted and fell to the ground, supporting each other as they looked at the retreating enemies. Their eyes held both the relief of surviving a disaster and the deep-seated hatred and grief.