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

With the camp gates wide open, the soldiers from both sides clashed in close combat, and the carnage had only just begun.

The Mighty Dragon Gang warriors who flooded into the camp were instantly compressed into the narrow passage. Flames and thick smoke billowed from the burning tents on both sides, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

The warriors of the Black Bear tribe, like cornered beasts, launched a desperate counterattack before their demise.

They no longer cared about formations, or even defense. They roared and charged forward, ramming into each other with their bodies, biting with their teeth, and slashing with their broken weapons, all to drag a Han dog down with them before they breathed their last.

At this moment, Su Zhan and Bai Zhanqiu had reunited. They stood back to back, like two reefs in a stormy sea. Every swing of their swords sent a spray of blood and flesh flying. The ground beneath their feet was not mud, but a red carpet of blood, flesh, and entrails. The thick, pungent smell of blood mixed with the stench of burnt flesh was suffocating.

A short scream rang out beside Su Zhan. A member of the Fierce Dragon Gang who had just blocked a scimitar from his side was pierced through the abdomen by a spear that emerged from the flames, with hairs and intestines protruding from his back!

The warrior's eyes widened, and he gripped the axe handle tightly. With his last ounce of strength, he hurled the axe, smashing it into the attacker's face! The two men collapsed to the ground with a thud!

Meanwhile, Sun Ce, who was also on the verge of death, was still fighting desperately despite his broken body.

Su Zhan caught a glimpse of everything out of the corner of his eye, his heart burning with rage, but his movements did not falter in the slightest, the wound on his left leg piercing through his thigh.

The pain was excruciating; every exertion caused blood to gush out, making it almost impossible for him to stand, but he couldn't stop.

The long sword in his hand transformed into streaks of lightning, accompanied by a piercing sound.

With another powerful swing, a burly man from the Black Bear tribe, wielding a flail, was cleaved in two along with his weapon. His upper body, with a look of astonishment on his face, slowly collapsed, his internal organs spilling out onto the ground, scalding blood and chunks of flesh splattering everywhere.

Unaware of what was happening, Su Zhan swung his blade back with a backhand motion, cleaving three enemies who lunged at him in half at the waist.

Although Bai Zhanqiu's swordsmanship was not as ferocious as Su Zhan's, it was more cunning and ruthless.

His face was pale, and he was covered in wounds. Every time he thrust out his longsword, he precisely sought out the enemy's vital points, like a venomous snake.

At this moment, a guard from the Black Bear tribe charged forward with a giant shield. Bai Zhanqiu neither dodged nor evaded. He lightly touched the edge of the shield with the tip of his blade, used the force to turn his body strangely, and thrust his longsword and saber under the shield, accurately piercing the opponent's femoral artery.

The man fell to the ground with a scream, and was then kicked into the burning tent by Bai Zhanqiu, turning into a rolling fireball.

However, the enemy was simply too numerous. The Black Bear Tribe leader's roar was like a war drum, inspiring every grassland warrior to charge forward one after another.

The warriors of the Fierce Dragon Gang traded lives for lives in this space, falling even faster than the Black Bear Gang. With each step forward, they added several more of their own brothers' corpses to their feet.

"Protect Master Su and the Second Master!" Sun Ce's hoarse voice cracked as half of his body was nearly shattered, his bones clearly visible, and he was only held up by his willpower.

He brandished the scimitar he had picked up with one hand, and like a madman, he led the last few guards to protect Su Zhan and Bai Zhanqiu, using their bodies to form a bloody dam.

Each enemy assault caused the dam to bleed, and people fell one after another, overwhelmed and trampled by the swarming enemy.

"Sun Ce!" Su Zhan saw Sun Ce being grazed on the back by the heavy hammer again, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were bloodshot, and his power erupted again, briefly suppressing the excruciating pain.

He shoved Bai Zhanqiu aside abruptly, ignoring the almost ruptured wound on his left leg, and with a single-leg thrust, he crashed into the enemy horde approaching from behind Sun Ce like a cannonball.

"Kill!" The deafening roar drowned out all the sounds of fighting.

Su Zhan completely abandoned defense, leaving only the most primal slashing motion with his sword.

He was no longer human, but a pure killing machine. His blade flashed and blood gushed out, smashing a shield and its wielder away.

Then came a scene of severed limbs and ruins, with scalding blood splashing onto the burning tent, making a sizzling sound.

The blade tip, like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair, pierced through a gap in a heavily armored warrior's armor, going straight to the back of his head.

Su Zhan's blade moved so fast it was a blur, instantly dismembering the three Black Bear Tribe elites blocking his path like fallen leaves being swept away.

Wherever the Soviet army passed, a trail of blood was left behind, consisting of shattered corpses and splattered blood.

He single-handedly tore a bloody path through the crowd, and at the end of the path stood the Black Bear Tribe leader, who surveyed the battlefield from a high platform and continuously gave orders.

"Han dogs are courting death!" The leader of the Black Bear tribe also saw this blood-soaked, demon-like figure.

Far from being afraid, he was instead aroused by his fighting spirit. He pushed aside the guards blocking his way, grabbed his scimitar, and leaped off the platform like a bear. His heavy body landed so hard that the ground trembled slightly.

His personal guards roared and formed a small battle formation, fearlessly charging towards Su Zhan in an attempt to buy time for their master.

Su Zhan only had eyes for the black bear leader and paid no attention to the ants blocking his way.

Instead of increasing his speed, he suddenly charged towards the guards. With a flash of light, "Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!" the guards, along with their weapons, were sent flying like they were being ground into pieces by a meat grinder. Instantly, they were reduced to severed limbs and mangled flesh, and hot blood splattered all over the ground, completely covering Su Zhan in blood.

But Su Zhan didn't even glance at those people; he stared intently at the Black Bear leader who was right in front of him.

"It's your turn..." Su Zhan's voice was hoarse, filled with boundless killing intent.

The black bear leader watched as his personal guards were instantly wiped out by the enemy's blade, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.

But he was, after all, the leader, and his fighting spirit was even stronger!

He roared, swung the curved blade with both hands, and brought it down on Su Zhan's head with terrifying force.

Before the blade even arrived, the oppressive wind had already blown away the blood-stained hair on Su Zhan's forehead, revealing a pair of burning eyes beneath. Life and death hung in the balance.

Su Zhan did not hide, nor could he hide anywhere.

The severe injury to his left leg and the overwhelming weakness overwhelmed him. A moment of madness flashed through his mind. He neither dodged nor evaded, but instead used his longsword to meet the incoming curved blade with all the power in his body. He unleashed the most explosive strike of the Rending Wind Breaking Formation Sword Technique!

The blades flashed and collided amidst the rain of blood, a deafening roar suddenly erupting, like a shockwave that suppressed the surrounding flames.

The warriors on both sides, still locked in battle, were also stunned by the sound.

The long sword in Su Zhan's hand shattered with a crack, countless sharp fragments scattering and embedding themselves deeply in the ground. He was struck as if by a heavy blow, his left arm cracking with a sound, his tiger's mouth completely torn open, dripping with blood.

The massive impact caused him to lose his balance, and he was thrown backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a pile of debris, sending up a shower of sparks. His fate was unknown.

Although the battle between the Soviet Union and the Black Bear tribe was extremely fierce, the leader of the Black Bear tribe suffered an even more tragic fate.