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

"Yes, what Master Su said makes sense. It's not enough to just take down a few small fry. If we're going to fight, we should make them suffer. Once we take down this tough nut, the Wild Chicken Gang, let's see who dares to be a dog for the Royal Court again."

The crowd echoed their agreement, and the atmosphere in the council hall was filled with high morale.

Bai Zhanqiu looked at Su Zhan with trust in his eyes, "Su Zhan, you are in charge of this matter."

Pheasant Neck and Bamboo Leaf Green are in charge of intelligence gathering and defection. They must find capable leaders among the slaves, offer them free land, give them hope, and encourage them to take risks.

The rest of the group, consisting of 1000 elite men, were tasked with robbing the Wild Chicken Gang's caravans.

"Be ruthless, be precise, make sure they feel the pinch, and make those merchants who work for them shudder."

"Yes!" Pheasant Neck and Bamboo Leaf Green stepped forward at the same time, bowed and accepted the order, a cold glint flashing in their eyes.

Su Zhan nodded slightly and added, "The movements must be quick and, more importantly, discreet."

The royal court's men wouldn't sit idly by; after suffering two losses, they would become even more vigilant.

When robbing caravans, it is crucial to leave no survivors and no trace. The Wild Chicken Gang must know that we were the ones who did it, yet they must be unable to find any evidence to complain to their masters. They can only swallow their pride and suffer in silence.

"As for the slaves, you personally select the 'Wild Chicken Neck.' Some of them still have family members in their hands. Tell them the Fierce Dragon Gang will rescue their loved ones and give them a future in Stone City."

"Understood!" The pheasant nodded heavily, his figure blurred, and he disappeared outside the door to weave the net that would catch the pheasant gang.

Zhu Yeqing also said in a deep voice, "Third Master, rest assured, we will definitely turn the Wild Chicken Gang's trade routes into their road to the underworld."

Having said that, he quickly turned and left to muster his troops.

The flickering lights inside the council chamber illuminated the cold yet resolute faces of the attendees.

This is a war without gunpowder, yet far more brutal, a counterattack by the Mighty Dragon Gang against those who covet the spiritual power of all the grassland people in the capital.

Su Zhan's gaze swept over everyone, finally landing on Bai Zhanqiu.

"Second Master, the defenses inside Stone City and along the main road must be tightened. The Royal Court has suffered a loss, and they will surely resort to desperate measures, directly targeting our important caravans."

Bai Zhanqiu's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "Don't worry, I'll keep a close eye on things. The city walls have been reinforced, all the caravans have doubled their guards, and sentries have been deployed throughout the main roads inside and outside the city. We won't miss any suspicious activity. If they make any moves, we'll make sure they suffer a crushing defeat."

In the days that followed, Stone City appeared calm on the surface, but undercurrents were surging beneath. Wild Chicken Neck silently infiltrated the territory of the Wild Chicken Gang. With her elusive skills and deep understanding of the slaves at the bottom of the grasslands, she quickly locked onto several targets: men who were quite prestigious among the slaves and carried blood feuds.

After some maneuvering, one night, Pheasant Neck appeared in a corner of an abandoned sheep pen.

She didn't say much, just left behind several large packages, and then spoke a few words into the darkness.

"Kill the overseers, burn down the granaries, and you'll have to seize more weapons yourselves. Once it's done, Stone City will be your land, your houses, and your livelihood. The Fierce Dragon Gang will be there to support your families, but the key to all of this still depends on yourselves."

No one answered in the darkness, and the pheasant's neck disappeared.

But then several men emerged from the darkness, their eyes gleaming with an inexplicable light. Perhaps it was the despair that had been suppressed for too long that had turned into hope, and each of them was extremely resolute.

Meanwhile, along several remote trade routes leading deep into the grasslands...

The elite troops led by Zhu Yeqing appeared and disappeared without a trace, and each time they accurately struck the Wild Chicken Gang's caravan.

One after another, the convoys laden with goods suffered devastating losses.

Attacks often occur in the darkest hour before dawn, or at dusk when people and horses are exhausted.

Then, groups of well-trained Mighty Dragon Gang warriors charged forward like wolves and tigers. Accompanied by a hail of arrows and flashing blades, and the charge of their warhorses, they slaughtered all the guards. Their goods were looted, and the vehicles that could not be taken were doused with oil and burned to ashes.

The scene was left with charred remains and congealed blood.

There were no clues, but anyone with eyes could see that the Raptors were behind it all.

After so many incidents like this, the members of the "Wild Chicken Gang" finally realized what was happening.

Panic spread like wildfire, trade routes were cut off, losses were devastating, merchants attached to their gangs fled one after another, and the foundation of the tribes began to crumble.

The leader of the pheasant gang was furious, but unable to find any solid clues, he could only rage helplessly and vent his anger on his slaves.

The oppressive policies of the entire tribe intensified, with frequent incidents of whipping and withholding of rations, and people were often beaten to death.

And this became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

When yet another drunken overseer lashed his whip at a mother who was trying to hide half a bone for her child, the last trace of hesitation in the eyes of the taciturn, scarred man from the Central Plains standing beside him vanished.

He lunged forward and plunged the short knife hidden in his tattered coat into the foreman's chest. Warm blood sprayed all over the ground and splattered all over the man, completely igniting his long-dormant resolve.

"kill!"

A roar, accompanied by countless panics, pierced the night sky above the camp.

The slaves, who had already been organized, erupted like a powder keg that had been lit.

They grabbed whatever weapons they could find—hoes, sticks, even stones picked up from the ground—and pounced on the overseers and guards who usually swaggered around.

Once the flames of hatred were ignited, they could not be contained. The granary was set ablaze, flames shot up, all the guards were killed, and the entire Wild Chicken Gang camp was transformed into a hell in broad daylight. Chaos spread like a plague.

In the chaos of their oppressive rule, the slaves, driven by madness and disregard for everything, picked up their scimitars and charged at the steppe people who had once oppressed them.

The elite warriors of the Wild Chicken Gang were caught off guard by the sudden internal strife. They tried to suppress the rioting slaves, but the number of slaves was too large and they were fearless. In addition, the camp was too chaotic and disorderly to put up any effective resistance.

Just then, the elite members of the Fierce Dragon Gang, led by Bamboo Leaf Green, rushed into the weakest point of the Wild Chicken Gang's camp like wolves smelling blood, their target being the Wild Chicken Gang's leader's tent.

With the help of both inside and outside forces, the seemingly impregnable fortress of the Wild Chicken Gang collapsed. Under the protection of his personal guards, the leader of the Wild Chicken Gang fled into the depths of the vast grassland with a few remaining soldiers, leaving behind only a completely destroyed mess.

What happened that night spread like wildfire across the entire grassland.