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

Afterwards, Su Zhan and Lin Yu'er each rode a fast horse and galloped towards Stone City.

Su Zhan hadn't slept for a full day and night, and neither had Lin Yu'er. Ever since Su Zhan was taken away, she had been crying non-stop, so both of them were extremely exhausted.

But compared to their exhaustion, the life-or-death situation was far more important. No matter how tired they were, they had to run.

So, Su Zhan was holding on, and Lin Yu'er was gritting her teeth and persevering, thinking that as long as they got to Stone City, everything would be alright.

But fate had other plans. Perhaps they had been delayed by walking in the morning, and they were still surrounded by Mandu's people.

Mandu's people were furious after his death. In order to seek revenge, they laid a net from the outside in, with ten steppe people forming a team at each node, and they began to close in.

This way, we can maximize our chances of capturing Su Zhan and Lin Yu'er.

And they did succeed. As Su Zhan and Lin Yu'er rode their warhorses across the grassland, a group of fierce-looking grassland men suddenly appeared in front of them.

The grassland men, each carrying a curved knife and wearing gleaming leather armor, surrounded Su Zhan and Lin Yu'er without hesitation when they saw them.

Ten iron cavalrymen, exuding murderous intent, had their eyes locked on Su Zhan and Lin Yuer. Like hungry wolves eyeing a gazelle, they spurred their horses to surround them in a fan shape, completely blocking Su Zhan and Lin Yuer's path.

"They are Mandu's people!" Lin Yu'er exclaimed in surprise.

"Fish! Follow me and hold the reins tight!" Su Zhan roared, drawing his broadsword from his waist. The heavy, icy blade instantly ignited the killing intent in his bones.

A murderous aura suddenly emanated from his upright body, making Su Zhan ten times more ferocious than usual.

Lin Yuer's face turned deathly pale, her heart pounding wildly. She bit her lip tightly and, following Su Zhan's orders, gripped the reins tightly, pressing her body against the back of Su Zhan's horse.

"Release the arrows!" Guda, the leading chieftain of the grasslands, grinned and waved his hand.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Three sharp arrows tore through the air and shot out with a whistling sound, their target aimed directly at Su Zhan and Lin Yuer's mounts.

"Drink!" Su Zhan's eyes flashed with cold light, his body moved as nimbly as a monkey on horseback, and the greatsword in his hand turned into a streak of black light!

The blade wasn't used to block directly, but rather carried a mysterious guiding force, swung with precision. With a swift interception, two crisp clangs rang out, and the two arrows aimed at Su Zhan and his mount were cleverly deflected by the blade, flying diagonally away.

At the same time, Su Zhan flicked his wrist, and the blade slashed upwards, narrowly knocking the arrow that was aimed at Lin Yuer's warhorse to the ground.

Lin Yu'er was still in shock when Su Zhan roared again, spurring his horse's flanks: "Charge!"

Su Zhan's warhorse, in pain, neighed and charged headlong into the two cavalrymen in front of him, instantly closing the distance between them.

"You're asking for death!" The grassland man in the middle laughed wildly, raising his scimitar high, ready to cleave Su Zhan and his horse in two.

Su Zhan's movements were even faster. He used the same familiar starting stance as he did all the time. He unleashed a swift, wind-blown slash in an instant. He kicked hard with his left foot, generated power from his waist and abdomen, gripped the sword with both hands, and slashed diagonally from the lower left to the upper right. The blade was as fast as lightning, striking first despite being behind!

"Sizzle—Pfft!"

The blade flashed and disappeared in an instant, freezing the savage grin on the grassland man's face. A line of blood ran diagonally from his left shoulder to his right rib, and his leather armor and flesh tore apart. Before he could even scream, he fell from his horse, blood gushing out. The scene was extremely tragic.

Without pausing, Su Zhan used the recoil from the slash to twist his waist and spin around, unleashing a powerful horizontal slash. The heavy curved blade, carrying terrifying wind pressure, transformed into a deadly arc, sweeping towards the second cavalryman charging from the right.

"Clang!" A deafening metallic sound rang out. The cavalryman hastily parried, and his scimitar was almost knocked out of his hand by Su Zhan's immense force. His hand was split open, and his heart trembled.

Su Zhan's blade only paused slightly before severing his arm bone as easily as cutting tofu. The blade continued its momentum, embedding itself deeply into his chest!

"Pfft!"

"ah--!"

A bloodcurdling scream rang out, and the grassland man instantly fell from his horse, dead beyond any doubt.

At the same time, the third cavalryman on the left had his scimitar slashing towards Su Zhan's head, but Su Zhan seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, instantly leaning back and almost touching the horse's back, thus dodging the cavalryman's fatal blow.

At the same time, he twisted his right wrist, which was holding the knife, and swept it backwards against the wind, making the blade slide along the horse's back!

"Pfft!"

Su Zhan's blade precisely sliced ​​across the front hoof joint of the left warhorse, severing the horse's leg. The horse neighed in agony and crashed to the ground, throwing the rider off its back and slamming him to the ground. The rider remained motionless for a moment, his fate unknown.

In the blink of an eye, two of the three cavalrymen in front were gone, and the remaining cavalryman fell to the ground along with his horse.

Wherever the Soviet army went, men and horses fell, and blood splattered everywhere.

His powerful and concise Rending Wind Blade Technique was on full display at this moment.

However, the crisis was not over. Seven more cavalrymen had already surrounded them from the flanks and rear, and arrows came whistling through the air once again.

Su Zhan caught a glimpse of a cold arrow, which cunningly shot towards Lin Yuer's back!

"Watch out!" Su Zhan shouted sharply, pulling hard on the reins, causing his warhorse to shift half a step to the side.

At the same time, Su Zhan swung his knife to parry, and with a soft thud, the arrow grazed his shoulder, leaving a trail of blood. A burning pain shot through him, but Su Zhan's expression remained unchanged.

At the same time, his knife deflected the arrow that was aimed at Lin Yuer.

"My husband!"

When Lin Yuer saw the blood on Su Zhan's shoulder, she screamed in terror, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Don't be afraid, my wife, stay close to me!" Su Zhan roared in pain, his eyes turning even bloodshot.

This minor injury was nothing compared to the hail of bullets he had endured in his previous life; instead, it fueled his fighting spirit even more.

The remaining seven grassland people were shocked and enraged when they saw Su Zhan's bravery in killing three of them in an instant. They abandoned their bows and arrows, drew their swords, dismounted, and surrounded him in a semi-circle.

They abandoned mounted combat because they recognized Su Zhan's exceptional horsemanship, so they adopted a foot-based encirclement strategy, which would better leverage their numerical advantage.

Seven curved blades gleamed with a cold light, and seven pairs of eyes, like bloodthirsty beasts, rapidly approached Su Zhan.

Su Zhan instantly dismounted and shielded Lin Yuer's horse behind him, and Lin Yuer also stopped her horse.

Then Su Zhan held the knife in one hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, and blood slowly dripped down the groove of the blade.

Su Zhan took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and entered a calm state. Only his eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scanned every enemy.

The essence of the Rending Wind and Breaking Formation Blade is a mind as still as water and a body as swift as the wind.

At this critical juncture of life and death, Su Zhan pushed himself to the limit.

"Kill!" With a shout, the seven men pounced at the same time, their blades weaving into a giant net that seemed intent on utterly shredding Su Zhan and Lin Yuer.