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

The warriors of the Raptors had been holding back for more than 20 days, and their furious roar of revenge erupted completely at this moment.

The three of them worked in perfect harmony, their swords flashing fiercely in the firelight, each swing taking away a steppe man.

Flames shot into the sky and thick smoke billowed from the camp, severely obstructing visibility.

Although the warriors of the Bloodhoof Clan were fierce and brave, they were unable to form an effective resistance line due to the sudden attack, internal chaos, and the organized strangulation by the Dragon Gang.

The newly appointed leader clearly lacked sufficient prestige and adaptability; his roars sounded weak and feeble amidst the chaos.

The Soviet Union was like the eye of a storm on the battlefield, leaving people and horses in ruins and blood and flesh flying everywhere it passed.

His swordsmanship has reached a level of perfection, with each strike precise and ruthless, causing maximum damage with minimal force.

He deliberately avoided close combat and headed straight for the largest tent in the center of the camp, where the leader of the Snow Wolf tribe was located.

"Stop that Han bastard!"

Finally, some warriors from the Bloodhoof tribe recognized Su Zhan, the god of death. A group of elite warriors formed a human wall without fear of death, wielding scimitars and spears, and rushed forward, attempting to overwhelm Su Zhan with their lives.

Su Zhan's eyes were cold, and his movements remained faster and more ferocious.

He suddenly lowered his body, channeling all his strength into a powerful downward strike, slashing down on the two spears that were thrusting towards him. The force of the blow caused the spears to split open. Then, he shifted his blade, his movements as cunning as a venomous snake, and delivered another swift and precise thrust, piercing the warrior's shield and piercing the throat of the steppe warrior behind him.

Su Zhan weaved through the flashing blades and spears, each dodge taking another life with a single swing of his sword, blood splattering onto the ground and onto Su Zhan's body.

At this moment, Su Zhan's cold face and armor became even more ferocious.

The Fierce Dragon Gang warriors behind him were also bloodthirsty, constantly using their bodies to block attacks from the flanks for Su Zhan, carving a bloody path through the dense crowd to the main tent.

At that moment, the main tent was suddenly flung open, and a burly man rushed out.

His face was filled with a mixture of shock and rage. He wielded a huge curved sword and slashed at Su Zhan. "You Han dog, you're asking for death!" The curved sword swung, bringing a vicious wind as it struck Su Zhan.

Su Zhan's lips trembled slightly, and he suddenly exerted force with his feet, his body sliding sideways like a ghost, avoiding the extremely dangerous blow from the broadsword.

The broadsword struck the ground, sending up a spray of gravel and dirt.

As Su Zhan's greatsword fell to the ground, his old strength exhausted and new strength yet to arise, he suddenly swung his longsword. There were no fancy moves, only a cold light that was extremely fast.

The cold blade sliced ​​precisely across the man's neck, his head flying high into the air, blood gushing out.

The totem in front of the main tent was mostly stained red with blood.

Just then, the grassland people who were still fighting the elite members of the Fierce Dragon Gang suddenly showed expressions of terror on their faces. Someone shouted, "The leader is dead! Run!"

Su Zhan then realized that the person he had just killed was the new leader of the Bloodhoof Clan!

At this moment, desperate cries had replaced the battle cries. The remaining Bloodhoof warriors were terrified and could no longer resist. They scattered and fled like headless flies, wanting only to escape this hell on earth!

"Chase them! Don't let a single one escape!" Su Zhan's voice was cold and ruthless, pronouncing the death sentence for those people.

He stood in the center of the camp, holding a long, blood-dripping knife, the firelight casting a long shadow of him.

The warriors of the Fierce Dragon Gang scattered like a pack of wolves, chasing after every Bloodhoof Steppe warrior who tried to escape between the burning tents.

The dull thud of the scimitar cleaving through flesh and bone, along with the dying screams, were all swallowed up by the flames.

At this point, the Bloodhoof Clan was on the verge of its final demise.

"Master Su!" Sun Ce rushed over, carrying a short sword. His face was covered in blood, but his eyes were filled with the excitement of avenging his great enemy.

"We've taken stock. The resistance forces in the camp have been basically eliminated. A few have run into the ravines, but the men have gone after them. We'll make sure none are left alive."

Su Zhan nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield. The 800 warriors' surprise attack on the Bloodhoof tribe had cost them far less than the previous ambush on the Golden Eagle tribe, but dozens of brothers still fell on the way of the charge.

"The bodies of our fallen brothers have been properly collected," Su Zhan said hoarsely.

"You've calmed down." Sun Ce's eyes darkened beside Su Zhan, then were replaced by ruthlessness.

"Master Su, they avenged our brothers, so it was all worth it."

Su Zhan took a deep breath, then coughed, choked by the strong smell of blood.

He waved his hand and gave the order, "Forget everything, burn it all. Send the wounded back to Stone City first, and the rest of you come with me to the Black Bear Tribe immediately."

"Yes!" Sun Ce accepted the order and turned around to shout as he relayed it.

The Raptors' warriors sprang into action, with some collecting the bodies of their fallen comrades and tending to the wounded.

Another group started setting fires everywhere, while more people gathered in the center of the field, waiting for Su Zhan to lead them away.

Su Zhan then walked to the edge of the camp, to a slightly higher hillside, and looked towards the direction of Stone City.

It was still dark, and a chilling aura permeated the night.

Su Zhan took a deep breath, then mounted his horse, brandishing his scimitar and shouting to the crowd behind him, "Let's go! Black Bear Tribe!"

Everyone responded, and then the main force immediately set off, their target being the Black Bear tribe in the distance.

At this moment, in the Black Bear tribe, Bai Zhanqiu should lead another 500 troops to launch a direct attack on the Black Bear tribe's flank.

This is like dancing on a knife's edge; you could be crushed at any moment by the surging grassland people.

Time is the most precious thing right now.

Su Zhan led his men at breakneck speed, and finally, in the distance came the muffled sounds of impact and faint shouts of battle, coming from the direction of the Black Bear Tribe.

"Everyone, prepare for battle!" Su Zhan urged sharply, his warhorse straining its remaining strength to increase its speed even further.

The elite members of the Raptors gang behind them also unleashed their potential, and everyone followed closely behind.

At this moment, Bai Zhanqiu's feint attack had turned into a fierce and bloody battle.

The Black Bear tribe truly lived up to its reputation as the strongest and most valiant of the three tribes, resisting the external attacks with exceptional tenacity.

Five hundred Dragon Gang warriors, led by their leader, attempted to storm the camp gate, but were driven back by spears and a dense rain of arrows, leaving behind only corpses scattered on the ground.

The Black Bear tribe leader's roar echoed through the night sky as he directed his men to continuously brute force their way into the camp, attempting to completely annihilate the Han Chinese army.

Bai Zhanqiu's black robe was already stained with blood and dust. He used to only strategize in the city, but now he took the lead, holding a long sword, cutting through the spears that were thrust at him, and severing the enemy's throat with a backhand.

But this did not stop the Mighty Dragons warriors beside him from falling one after another.

"Hold on, our reinforcements are on their way!" Bai Zhanqiu shouted hoarsely, but to the Black Bear tribe leader, it was all nonsense.

In this darkness, where are their reinforcements? Today they will annihilate these Han dogs completely!