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

Batu's roar struck Su Zhan's face. The eldest prince of the royal court completely tore away his arrogant facade, leaving only rage and fear in his eyes.

Sensing his master's murderous intent, the precious horse beneath him reared up abruptly, neighing and stomping its hooves heavily, crushing a patch of frozen earth.

He drew his scimitar and raised it high above his head, the golden patterns flowing along its blade gleaming. He roared, "Die!" The blade, carrying a ferocious aura, slashed down fiercely towards Su Zhan's head.

This strike embodies Batu's lifelong ferocity and bravery.

Su Zhan's pupils suddenly contracted. He didn't retreat; instead, his wrist slammed down, and the heavy broadsword swung upwards, the blade grazing the horse's belly in an arc. He didn't try to parry the golden sword, but instead aimed directly for the warhorse's abdomen. This was a ferocious, life-or-death fighting style.

Batu's expression changed drastically. His downward slash, which gathered all his strength, could indeed split Su Zhan and his horse in two, but Su Zhan's fatal slash aimed at the horse's belly was enough to disembowel the horse before he could strike it.

Without the impact and advantage of his warhorse, the power of his slash would be greatly reduced, and he might even be able to be counter-killed by Su Zhan.

In a flash, Batu roared and forcibly sheathed his sword, changing his slashing motion to a sweeping one, which slammed into Su Zhan's raised blade.

With a loud clang, the collision was even more violent than the last one. The sound of metal clashing rang out, sparks flew everywhere, and a red light instantly illuminated the two faces burning with murderous intent.

Su Zhan's arm trembled violently, the violent force of Batu surging along the blade shaft.

His warhorse neighed, its forelegs buckled, and it nearly collapsed to its knees.

Batu was also in bad shape. Su Zhan's blade pierced through his defenses, causing a tightness in his chest. The wound on his hand, which had already split open, reopened, and blood stained the hilt of his sword.

The two horses passed each other again, the air filling their lungs, as if the surrounding fighting had been muted, leaving only the heavy breathing of the two steeds.

Batu abruptly reined in his horse, turning it around. The contempt in his eyes vanished, replaced by a bloodthirsty rage: "Very well! Remember, the one who killed you is Batu of the Royal Court!"

He was met with Su Zhan's cold gaze.

At this moment, Su Zhan charged towards Batu again, without a word, only with even greater speed and a more treacherous trajectory. The two figures on the field represented the pinnacle of martial prowess, clashing once more in this battlefield of the Wild Valley Gang.

The blades flashed, tangling and clashing amidst the wind, snow, and blood mist. The sounds of metal clanging and striking each other were so dense they were suffocating, forming a cacophony of jarring noise.

Batu's swordsmanship was wide and sweeping, each strike stirring up wind and snow, aiming to completely crush and annihilate Su Zhan.

Su Zhan's sword was unpredictable and elusive, moving with agility yet each strike was deadly.

He would often deflect or guide the violent slashes of the enemy in the nick of time, then deliberately exploit the slightest openings in the enemy's sword strikes to counterattack his wrists, ribs, and even the joints of his warhorse.

This time, every cunning move sent chills down Batu's spine. There was no way to defend against them; they were simply impossible to guard against.

Batu grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. His opponent might be slightly weaker than him in strength, but his fearless, desperate fighting style and uncanny grasp of timing made up for the difference in power.

What's even more terrifying is that Su Zhan's icy killing intent remained undiminished, as if this bloody battlefield and this mind-shaking battle were nothing more than a routine tempering for him.

Those eyes were as deep as a still pool, without the slightest ripple, as if everything was under his control.

Batu's eyes blazed with fury. This couldn't go on any longer. He was the future king of the grasslands. How could he be dragged to his death in this quagmire by a Han Chinese leader? "Get out of my way!" Batu roared violently. He turned around abruptly, his golden blade flashing through the light, temporarily forcing back Su Zhan's stab aimed at his ribs.

Just as Su Zhan's blade was deflected, a sinister smile flashed in Batu's eyes. He suddenly reached into his waist with his left hand and pulled out a diamond-shaped short blade that gleamed coldly.

The short blade was only palm-length, entirely black except for an eerie blue edge, clearly poisoned.

Batu didn't even look, he flicked his arm, and the short blade tore through the air, shooting straight at Su Zhan's back.

This is a treacherous and cunning hidden weapon, a secret technique of the royal court, a poisoned wolf mist that can kill instantly.

This sudden turn of events was swift as lightning and utterly vicious. Batu had calculated that Su Zhan's old strength had dissipated and new strength had not yet arisen, and that he had just deflected Su Zhan's weapon with all his might. At that very moment, the angle was even more cunning, aiming straight for Su Zhan's vital heart.

Almost the instant Batu's left hand reached into the pouch, Su Zhan's intuition began to frantically alarm him.

The aura of death instantly gripped his heart, and in that critical moment, he had no time to parry with his sword.

His body twisted sharply to the left while riding a galloping horse, and at the same time, his right shoulder shrugged back with all his might. The whole movement was so fast that it exceeded the limits of what the naked eye could see.

With a soft "thud," a dark blue short blade grazed the gaps in Su Zhan's black armor and pierced his body below his left shoulder.

Su Zhan's body jolted violently, and a numbing sensation instantly burst forth from the wound, spreading to his entire left and right arms.

"We've succeeded!" Batu was overjoyed, his eyes flashing with cruel light.

Even a god descending from heaven wouldn't survive more than ten breaths after being poisoned by him.

He spurred his horse, and the Snow-Treading Steed accelerated once more. Raising his golden sword high, he seized the moment when Su Zhan was paralyzed by the poison and cut down this major threat from his horse.

His sinister smile froze instantly, because he saw Su Zhan's right arm, which should have been paralyzed by the poison and hanging limply, suddenly rising upwards in a way that exceeded the limits of the human body.

The broadsword did not slip from his grasp; instead, it carried a piercing killing intent and stabbed with unparalleled precision toward his throat, which was exposed by his ecstasy.

This is Su Zhan's ultimate killing move, sacrificing his own life to pierce the enemy's throat.

The blade tore through the air, and the chilling killing intent caused Batu's blood to freeze; he could even feel the dark red blood droplets on the tip of the blade.

That was Su Zhan's illustrious military achievement, how could it be? How could someone poisoned by him still possess such power? Batu's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints in terror.

He wanted to block, to dodge, but his body couldn't keep up with his thoughts.

The shadow of death has never been so clear.

"No!" Batu roared in despair, his body instinctively leaning backward, his left hand flailing wildly forward to block. With a dull, clear "thud," the blade pierced flesh.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Su Zhan's knife pierced Batu's left forearm as he parried upwards. The sharp blade cut through the flesh and even struck the hard bone in his hand, making a chilling "crack" sound.

"Ah—" Batu let out a shrill scream that was not human. The intense pain made his vision go black, and he could no longer hold the powerful knife in his hand. It fell to the ground with a "clang".

His prized sword now lay between the two warhorses, beyond repair.

An unnatural bluish tinge flashed across Su Zhan's face. The numbness from the wound on his right shoulder gnawed at his heart and lungs, and his fingers gripping the hilt of the knife began to tremble violently.

That strike, which embodied all his will and life force, was also his last gasp and counterattack.

But his eyes remained cold, and he twisted his wrist sharply, attempting to completely cripple Batu's left arm.

At this moment, several of Batu's fearless Golden Tent guards, their eyes bloodshot with rage, disregarded their own safety and frantically rammed their warhorses into Su Zhan, their bodies crashing into Su Zhan's horse: "Protect the prince!"

"Clang! Clang!" "Pfft! Pfft!" Su Zhan's sword was desperately slashed and blocked by his personal guards. The enormous force made his arm go numb, and the sword's momentum was forcibly deflected.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Batu pulled back his left arm, which had been almost pierced, and blood gushed out, staining his magnificent golden armor red.

The excruciating pain and dizziness nearly caused Batu to fall off his horse. He clung tightly to the mane, his face as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with fear and resentment as he looked at Su Zhan.

This Han Chinese is a devil, a vengeful ghost crawled out of hell to claim lives!

"Kill him! Kill him for me!" Batu screamed hoarsely.

More Golden Horde Wolf Guards charged at Su Zhan fearlessly, completely abandoning their formation.

They now had only one thought: to use their own flesh and blood to kill the terrifying enemy before them.

Just then, a piercing shriek suddenly rang out from the side of the battlefield without warning.

A jet-black arrow found its only fatal path in the gaps of the chaotic battlefield, moving faster than the eye could perceive, silent yet chilling, its target Su Zhan's back.

The timing was infuriatingly malicious; it was precisely the moment when Su Zhan's right arm was numb from being slashed by Batu's personal guards, the poison spreading throughout his body, and his movements becoming sluggish.

Su Zhan's senses went into overdrive again, and a chilling, even more deadly than the poisoned blade had just struck his mind.

Before he could even turn his head to see where the arrow had come from, his remaining left arm burst forth with astonishing strength. He pulled hard on the reins, and his warhorse reared up as if on cue.

"Pfft!" At this critical moment, the warhorse saved Su Zhan's life.

The jet-black arrow pierced the side of the warhorse's neck, its powerful penetration almost piercing through the thick neck, and a spurt of dark red blood gushed out.

"Neigh!" The warhorse neighed mournfully, its massive body convulsing before crashing to one side.

The moment his warhorse collapsed, Su Zhan mustered all his strength, sprang up, and slammed heavily into a half-collapsed wooden wall beside him.

With a loud crash, he smashed the wooden wall, sending up clouds of dust.

Almost simultaneously, with a muffled "thud," the BMW crashed heavily to the ground, twitched a few times, and then fell silent.

The arrow in its neck was still trembling, and blood instantly stained the ground beneath it.

Su Zhan struggled to prop himself up from the ruins, his face ashen, the numbness in his right shoulder wound gnawing at his heart and lungs.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, which had a sweet and metallic taste mixed with a rusty odor.

"General!" The Stone City veterans, who were fighting bloody battles not far away, roared upon seeing this and desperately tried to rush over to their aid, but were held back by several times the number of Golden Wolf Guards.

"Protect the Third Master! Fight these wolf cubs!" The soldiers of Stone City were completely enraged, unleashing unprecedented ferocity as they converged on the direction where Su Zhan had fallen.

However, without the suppression of Su Zhan's banner, Batu's Golden Horde Wolf Guard also showed terrifying resilience.

They held off the Stone City soldiers' attack with all their might, and the corpses of both sides piled up in layers in the narrow, ruined passageway.

Batu collapsed on his horse, his chest tightly protected by his personal guards.

His right arm slowly drooped down, blood staining the horse's mane, and the terror on his face was replaced by a twisted ecstasy.

He saw it; the devil had finally fallen!

Our archers have never missed!

"He's done for! Charge! Cut his head off!" Batu roared hoarsely, pointing his right hand in the direction where Su Zhan had fallen.

The Golden Wolf Guards' offensive instantly doubled in ferocity, surging forward like they were on steroids.

At this critical moment, the heavy scimitar cleaved through the neck of the wolf guard blocking his way.

Li Ergou was covered in blood, but he didn't bother to wipe it away. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the ruins shrouded in smoke in front of him, the place where Su Zhan had fallen.

"Third Master!" Li Ergou roared, like a wild beast, his knife transforming into a raging storm, carving a path through the dense ranks of Golden Wolf Guards as he charged in that direction.

The veterans of Stone City followed closely behind him, howling like trapped beasts, which momentarily halted the Golden Wolf Guards' offensive.

Batu's left arm hung limply at his sides. He was overjoyed to see Su Zhan fall.

Su Zhan struggled to prop himself up on one side, looking at the chaotic scene before him. A chilling thought flashed through his mind: Is this the end? No, absolutely not! The backbone of Stone City cannot be broken here!

With his last ounce of strength, he pulled out the signal flare from his waist, which was originally intended to signal Harbala to launch a general offensive at a crucial moment.

A blinding, fiery red meteor, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, suddenly shot up from the ruins, exploding into a brief, striking red light under the sky.

The moment the signal was sent, Su Zhan could no longer hold on. His vision went completely dark, and his body slumped to the ground.

"It's the Third Master's signal!" The Stone City veterans, who were desperately resisting the Wolf Guard's attack on the outer perimeter, saw the red light and their spirits lifted.

"That's a signal to attack! It's proof that the Third Master is fighting!"

"Fight those wolf cubs! Save the third leader!"

The veterans roared in fury, unleashing their astonishing fighting power once again, forcefully pushing back the approaching Golden Wolf Guards.

More importantly, this signal was clearly seen by another group of people who had just torn a hole in the flank and were making a fierce assault on the core area.

"It's the general's signal! He's right ahead!"

A tall, blood-soaked man roared; he was Chen Bao, who had been recuperating from his injuries in the rear.

The high fever caused by the arrow wound piercing his lungs could not extinguish the flames of revenge that ignited within him. Upon learning that Su Zhan was facing Batu, he struggled to his feet and, with the last few dozen men of the Batian Gang who could stand, charged into the battlefield without regard for anything else.

At this moment, Chen Bao's eyes were practically spitting fire.

This is a signal that the Soviet Union is going to fight to the death!

"Brothers of the Overlord Gang! General Su is in trouble! Follow me and we'll break out of here! Chop that traitor Batu to pieces!"

He roared, brandishing a mountain-splitting axe, and led the group of wounded but murderous men to crash into the flank of the Golden Wolf Guard at the core.

The remnants of the Overlord Gang fought fearlessly, and their charge took the Wolf Guard by surprise, instantly tearing a gap in the encirclement.

"Brother Leopard! It's the Third Leader!" Someone spotted Su Zhan lying in the ruins. Su Zhan was in a very sorry state.

Chen Bao's eyes widened in fury as he spotted the black warhorse: "General!"

He roared, and his axe, carrying the force of thunder, cleaved a wolf guard blocking his way in two, man and shield in the process.

"Stop them! Protect the prince!" Batu's personal guards were terrified and commanded their last elite troops to rush towards Chen Bao.

Batu himself lost too much blood and his vision blurred. He was no longer able to resist and could only retreat hastily, surrounded by his guards.