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

"good!"

He uttered a single word.

"Leave the Bloodhoof tribe to me; we'll break through their camp tonight."

Su Zhan didn't ask for details or try to bargain. Bai Zhanqiu's plan was an open scheme and the only option in this desperate situation.

All he needed to do was execute the order: use the fastest blade to cut a bloody path; there was no need to ask anything else.

After the agreement was reached, everyone quickly dispersed to prepare. Su Zhan did not leave immediately; he walked to Bai Zhanqiu's side and asked in a low voice, "If we win this battle, what will the Prince of Shunyi say?"

Bai Zhanqiu's lips curled into a cold smile. "Only if we win will we have the right to talk to them. If we lose, it's all over. Now, let's cut off their outstretched claws."

He patted Su Zhan on the shoulder with a heavy pat, "Come back alive, we're all waiting for you."

Su Zhan nodded, turned around, and strode out of the main hall.

As dusk settled and the last rays of light disappeared, Stone City was shrouded in complete silence.

There was no one in the streets and alleys except for the members of the Fierce Dragon Gang who were gathering. The sounds of leather armor rubbing, weapons clashing, and suppressed footsteps began to converge, surging like an undercurrent. A chilling atmosphere permeated every bluestone slab with the night wind.

Su Zhan's figure blended into the darkness as he walked straight towards the training ground, where 800 men were already waiting quietly.

The torchlight danced on their faces, highlighting their resolute features.

Many still harbored the sorrow of losing their comrades not long ago, but they could not conceal the anger in their hearts.

When Wild Chicken Neck saw Su Zhan approaching, he quickly stepped forward, holding a roll of blueprints in his hands, and said to Su Zhan, "Master Su, everyone is here. As you instructed, the light armor, quick-wielding weapons, oil canisters, and tripwires are all ready."

She lowered her voice, her eyes quickly sweeping over Su Zhan.

Su Zhan took the parchment scroll, examined it carefully, and then looked up at the members of the Fierce Dragon Gang.

He swept his gaze across the room, and every man whose eyes met his involuntarily straightened his spine.

Su Zhan said slowly, "We only have 800 men, but I'm not leading you there to your deaths, I'm taking lives to make them pay for our fallen brothers! Blood debts must be repaid with blood!"

Su Zhan suddenly drew his sword, the blade flashing a blindingly cold light in the firelight.

"Tonight, we'll raze Snowhoof Camp to the ground, leaving no one alive. Let those prairie wolf cubs know that angering the Fierce Dragon Gang means extermination. Do you have the guts?"

"have!"

Eight hundred throats roared, converging into a bolt of lightning that made the torches sway.

"Alright!" Su Zhan sheathed his sword with clean and swift movements.

"Extinguish the torches and set off!"

At the command, all the fires were extinguished instantly, plunging the city into complete darkness.

The heavy city gates opened silently, and 800 figures disappeared into the night, filed out under Su Zhan's leadership, and silently rushed toward the Bloodhoof tribe's camp.

The cold wind was like a knife, stinging my face.

Su Zhan took the lead, quietly advancing with everyone. Several miles away from the Bloodhoof Tribe camp, Su Zhan suddenly raised his hand and clenched his fist, and the entire team stopped instantly.

Su Zhan dismounted and walked forward. Behind a large rock, he crouched down, his sharp eyes piercing through the sparse bushes ahead.

Su Zhan waved to the men behind him, and the two men stepped forward.

Su Zhan whispered to them, "Go ahead and scout the way."

The two men nodded and disappeared into the darkness.

Su Zhan said to everyone behind him, "Everyone, leave your horses here, and we'll proceed on foot."

So everyone carried their equipment and moved forward under the cover of night.

Not long after they left, the two men who had gone to scout the way returned.

"Master Su, there are their sentries ahead!"

Su Zhan nodded. "Take five men and take care of them!"

The five men disappeared silently into the darkness, and Su Zhan led the others to continue their advance stealthily.

A short while later, the man returned and reported to Su Zhan that the hidden sentries had been dealt with.

Su Zhan ordered them to rejoin their unit, and then they continued their advance.

Before long, the faint glow of a campfire appeared ahead.

The Bloodhoof camp appeared silently in the darkness like a colossal beast.

Su Zhan's men also drew their long swords. Su Zhan's gaze was fixed on the front. The Bloodhoof Tribe camp was surrounded by a simple wooden fence and barricades. Several watchtowers were filled with figures, and the firelight reflected the white breath they exhaled.

With a new leader in power, internal instability has arisen, and the heavy losses suffered in the last siege have indeed dampened morale, with even the guards showing signs of lethargy.

"Crossbowmen, prepare!"

Su Zhan's voice was very low, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone behind him.

Dozens of men carrying crossbows immediately knelt on one knee, and the cold crossbows silently rose in the darkness, aiming at the figures moving behind the watchtower and fence.

"Sun Ce! Take 20 skilled men and attack from the left flank using oil canisters."

Su Zhan pointed to an area on the left side of the camp where a large amount of hay and leather tents were piled up; it was an excellent spot to send fire.

"Yes, sir!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Sun Ce's eyes. With a wave of his hand, 20 dark figures scattered swiftly like raccoon dogs, moving along the shadows of the ground towards their designated positions.

The heavy oil they carried on their backs was key to igniting the entire Bloodhoof region.

"The rest of you, follow me!"

Su Zhan drew his longsword with a backhand motion; the cold blade flashed a chilling light in the moonlight before disappearing into the darkness.

Like a cheetah, he led the main force silently toward the main gate of the camp.

Time seemed to stand still, with only the rustling of withered grass in the wind and the faint laughter and shouts of the grassland people coming from deep within the camp.

Suddenly, a sharp whooshing sound ripped through the silence. The crossbowmen of the Misty Gang were the first to attack, and several crossbow bolts accurately struck the shadows behind the watchtowers and fences. A few short groans and the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground rang out, and the perimeter of the camp was instantly breached.

"Enemy attack!" The warning rang out from deep within the camp, and just then, a dazzling burst of fire erupted from the left flank!

"Boom!" Sun Ce's squad succeeded. The fire pot was smashed hard against the haystack and leather tent, instantly bursting into flames. The dry hay and leather caught fire immediately, and the orange-red flames shot into the sky like a giant beast, completely dispelling the darkness of the sky. Thick smoke billowed and heat waves rushed in.

"Fire! Quick, put out the fire! The Han traitors are attacking! Grab your weapons!"

The camp erupted in chaos, filled with shouts and footsteps.

The Bloodhoof warriors, who were already in a state of panic, were completely stunned by this sudden attack.

Many people rushed out of their tents, disheveled, staring blankly at the towering flames and thick smoke all around them. Chaos was spreading like a plague.

"Now! Charge in and leave no one alive!"

Su Zhan's eyes flashed with killing intent, and a roar soared into the sky. He moved like lightning, leaping over a gap in the fence. His long sword drew a deadly arc, and with a single slash, a Bloodhoof warrior who had just rushed out of the tent with a curved sword was sent flying, sword and all, spraying blood.

With another sweeping motion, the blade still wielded its full power, a backhand slash unleashed, cleaving two grassland warriors who were trying to surround him in half at the waist.

"kill!"

Eight hundred elite Raptors poured down on Bloodhoof like a flood bursting its banks.