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

"Master Su!"

One of his men, in order to shield Su Zhan from a curved blade slashing from the side, was cleaved open in the chest, his blood splattering all over Su Zhan.

Su Zhan's eyes burned with murderous intent; he knew Xu Da's side wouldn't last much longer.

"We must kill Galatu quickly!"

Su Zhan roared and unleashed the sixth move of the Rending Wind Formation Blade, the Continuous Slash.

"Get out of here!"

The blade light instantly transformed into a dense curtain of light, no longer aiming for a single, fatal blow, but rather performing a wide-range, high-intensity cut at extreme speed.

The guards who were attacking him only saw flashes of light before their eyes, felt excruciating pain in their arms and abdomens, dropped their weapons, and fell to the ground screaming in agony.

The space in front of Su Zhan suddenly became empty, and Galatu was exposed to Su Zhan's blade.

Galatu's pupils constricted sharply, sensing a deadly threat.

He roared, gripped his curved sword tightly with both hands, and with all his might, unleashed the most powerful move in the grassland swordsmanship, slashing down at Su Zhan's head.

This strike embodied all his anger and will to survive, and its momentum was astonishing.

Instead of retreating, Su Zhan advanced. Facing this mountain-splitting blade, he did not choose to confront it head-on. Instead, he lowered his body, like a venomous snake darting along the ground, and instantly activated the seventh move of the Rending Wind Breaking Formation Blade, the Quick Interception Technique.

"clang!"

Su Zhan's blade, at an extremely tricky angle, precisely blocked Galatu's scimitar at its weakest point in the middle. It wasn't a direct strike, but rather a clever manipulation, using the opponent's strength to pull and twist. Galatu felt a strange force coming from him, causing his powerful strike to involuntarily deflect and slam into the nearby rock, sending sparks flying.

Galatu's tiger's mouth completely cracked open, and the enormous force caused the door in Galatu to open, causing his body to stagger forward involuntarily.

Su Zhan had been waiting for this moment. He sprang up like a spring that had been suppressed to its limit, unleashing the ultimate killing move of the Rending Wind Breaking Formation Blade, the eighth move, the Shape-Changing Thrust. The originally wide and sweeping sword technique instantly became restrained, and the tip of the blade emerged like a poisonous dragon, as fast as lightning, carrying a whistling sound as it precisely pierced Galatu's heart.

"Pfft!"

The blade pierced through his back, and Galatu froze instantly, his wild roar turning into a weak, whimpering sound.

He looked down in disbelief at the blade embedded in his chest, then looked up and stared intently at Su Zhan's face.

"You...uh..."

Galatu's massive body crashed to the ground, the life force in his eyes rapidly fading, and he fell silent in the blink of an eye.

"The leader is dead! The leader is dead!"

The remaining guards were terrified at the sight, and their fighting spirit collapsed instantly.

However, killing Galatu only resolved the immediate crisis; the battle behind the Soviet lines had reached its final stage.

Xu Da, covered in blood, had one arm twisted involuntarily, clearly broken, and was fighting to the death with only one arm gripping his sword.

Of the dozen or so men under his command, only three or four remained, still struggling to hold on. They were also divided and surrounded by the steppe cavalry and were on the verge of being overwhelmed.

"Xu Da!"

Su Zhan's eyes were bloodshot, and he drew his sword, ready to rush forward to help.

"Master Su, don't come any closer! Take the brothers and get out of here!"

Xu Da roared and suddenly tackled the charging cavalryman to the ground. With his last strength, he plunged his sword into the man's abdomen, but he was also struck in the back by several curved swords that followed.

His body stiffened abruptly, and he turned back to look at Su Zhan one last time before slowly collapsing with a sense of relief and resolve.

"Xu Da!" Su Zhan and the others roared in grief and anger upon seeing Xu Da's death.

At this moment, Su Zhan's heart sank to the bottom, and a violent and fierce aura surged to the top of his head.

"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

Su Zhan will not back down; he will avenge Xu Da!

Like a madman, Su Zhan unleashed his full power with the Rending Wind Breaking Formation Blade. Wherever the blade passed, limbs and severed bodies flew everywhere. His remaining subordinates also unleashed their last bit of courage, following Su Zhan like a wounded wolf pack, and frantically pounced on the grassland people who were temporarily thrown into chaos by Galatu's death!

The battle entered its bloodiest final stage, with no tactics, no coordination, only the most primal fighting.

Su Zhan had several more wounds on his body. His left arm was slashed open with a deep gash that exposed the bone, and blood stained half of his body. But he seemed to feel no pain. Each cut took a life.

He was like a tireless killing machine, tearing a bloody path through the enemy ranks.

Finally, when the last steppe cavalryman was cleaved from his horse by Su Zhan's sword, the entire canyon fell into a deathly silence, with only the sound of the wind and the suppressed groans of the wounded.

The flickering torchlight transformed the canyon into a hellish scene.

In the narrow valley, bodies were piled up in layers, some of them from the grasslands, others from the elite troops brought by the Soviet Union. Blood soaked the sand and stones, and the air was filled with the lingering smell of blood.

Su Zhan leaned on his knife, breathing heavily, sweat mixed with blood sliding down his forehead.

He looked around and his heart skipped a beat.

Even a seasoned veteran like him couldn't withstand the sight before him.

Of the more than 30 elite soldiers who arrived, fewer than 10, including him, are still standing, and all of them are injured and exhausted.

Xu Da's body lay quietly not far away, surrounded by his brothers who fought alongside him in his final battle.

Galatu and his entire army perished at the canyon entrance, and none of the reinforcements that suddenly rushed out from the depths of the canyon survived.

This was a Pyrrhic victory.

Su Zhan looked around and fell silent. He hastily wrapped the wound on his left arm, his cold gaze sweeping over the corpses scattered on the ground. Finally, his gaze settled on Galatu's unseeing face, and then he looked in the direction from which the reinforcements had come. A chilling killing intent and a sense of doubt surged in his heart.

Why did Bai Zhanqiu's intelligence have such a fatal flaw? Where did this reinforcement come from?

But Su Zhan knew that there would be no answers to any of this now, and only by returning to Stone City could the truth be revealed.

"Clean up the battlefield, take the bodies of our brothers, including Xu Da's, and retreat!"

Su Zhan's voice was hoarse, carrying an unquestionable command. The few survivors nodded silently, enduring their pain, and began to collect their comrades' bodies.

The wind in the canyon, carrying a heavy stench of blood, howled and blew into the depths of darkness.

Su Zhan and the others mounted their horses and headed towards Stone City.

……

When Su Zhan saw the dark, cavernous stone city in the distance, his heart returned to peace.

They did not enter the city, but were stopped outside the city by Bai Zhanqiu's men.

"Master Bai has ordered that Master Su come with us."

Su Zhan nodded and left with his brothers.

They were settled in a village not far from Stone City.

The village was very quiet, and there was no sign of human habitation.

After everyone entered the city, Su Zhan separated from the others.

Those people had been taken away at some point, and only Su Zhan was put into a small house.

Su Zhan felt that he might never see those brothers again.

But Xu Da's last gaze lingered in his mind for a long time.