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

Su Zhan nodded.

"Move quickly and quietly. Once you're up there, don't rush to kill anyone. The main task is to find where they store hay, tents, and tinder, and start a fire. The bigger the fire, the better. The fire will be the signal."

"Yes!" Zhao Kui responded and quickly selected a dozen or so wiry members known for their sharp senses.

They removed their cumbersome leather armor, carrying only short knives, ropes, and heavy fire pots, and silently blended into the shadows of the stone wall like geckos on a cliff.

Su Zhan led the rest of the men to hide in a low-lying area about a hundred paces from the entrance to the stone forest, and cocked their crossbows.

The bows and arrows gleamed coldly in the darkness, and all eyes were fixed on the silent entrance to the stone forest and the faint fireflies further in, awaiting Zhao Kui and the others' signal.

Time passed slowly, and the cold wind seemed to grow even more biting. From the depths of the stone forest came a few indistinct voices of people talking and dogs barking, indicating that the guards inside were not letting their guard down.

Just as the oppressive silence was about to solidify, a loud bang and a muffled explosion suddenly erupted from the depths of the stone forest.

Immediately afterwards, a tongue of orange-red flame, like a ferocious giant python, suddenly shot into the night sky from behind a rocky cliff, instantly tearing through the darkness.

The fire spread rapidly, igniting the piles of hay and the dry fur tents, and thick smoke billowed up, illuminating the area as if it were daytime.

"Fire! Put out the fire! Enemy attack! Enemies are sneaking up!"

The Gray Wolf tribe's camp erupted in chaos, with terrified shouts, frantic footsteps, and the neighing of livestock mingling together, shattering the deathly silence of the night.

The Gray Wolf warriors who were originally guarding the entrance and patrolling, as well as the remnants of the Agada tribe who had defected, were thrown into disarray by the surprise attack from behind and instinctively rushed toward the fire.

Chaos is the best cover, now is the time!

A fierce glint flashed in Su Zhan's eyes, and his long sword was suddenly drawn, its blade pointing directly at the entrance to the stone forest, which was now vulnerable due to the chaos.

"Crossbowmen, fire three volleys simultaneously to clear the way! The rest of you, charge! Slaughter every last remnant of Agada's forces and everyone in the Gray Wolf tribe! Leave no one alive! Kill!"

A deafening roar suddenly erupted, drowning out the noise of the camp. The crossbows, which had been poised to fire, emitted a low, deathly hum, and a dense rain of arrows, like a storm, instantly covered all the crevices and low slopes near the entrance of the stone forest where ambushes might be hiding.

Several short screams rang out as several Gray Wolf sentries who reacted a little slower were riddled with bullets.

As soon as the rain of arrows fell, Su Zhan, like an arrow released from a bow, charged ahead into the narrow passage of the chaotic rock forest.

The elite members of the Fierce Dragon Gang behind him roared and followed like a torrent.

The longsword, illuminated by the flash of light, traced deadly arcs, precisely and ruthlessly slashing at the enemies who had just recovered from the chaos and were trying to block the entrance.

The narrow terrain limited the Gray Wolves' numerical advantage, but allowed the Raptors' elite individual combat skills and teamwork to be brought to their fullest potential.

Su Zhan rushed to the front, his blade flashing, blood and flesh flying everywhere, tearing a bloody path through the chaotic crowd.

Behind him, the men of the Fierce Dragon Gang, in groups of three, covered each other and hacked and slashed, quickly overwhelming the enemies who tried to resist.

The fire intensified inside the camp, setting fire to more tents, and the thick smoke made it difficult to open one's eyes.

Zhao Kui's ambush squad also leaped down from a distance like ghosts and landed in the camp.

Then, the short blades flew, creating even greater chaos and death in the confused crowd, specifically targeting the leaders who were dressed in ornate clothes.

Agula, the leader of the Gray Wolf tribe, was a brute known for his strength. He was wielding a huge spiked club and roaring as he tried to organize a counterattack.

He was indeed incredibly strong; one blow from his staff could send a member of the Mighty Dragons Gang, shield and all, flying.

However, the person he was facing was Su Zhan.

Su Zhan was no ordinary person. He appeared in front of Agula as if he were a shadow, dodging Agula's powerful attack. Agula's strength seemed clumsy and slow in front of him.

Su Zhan's knife didn't meet the attack head-on; instead, it moved like a venomous snake, slithering around the gap in the spiked club and swiftly slicing across Agula's throat.

Agula was in the middle of a fierce battle. No matter how many members of the Fierce Dragon Gang were on the field, they were all useless in his eyes and could not possibly stop his spiked club.

But the large knife in the hand of the person in front of him was really tricky and strange. Before he could react, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck. Agula hurriedly wiped his neck and felt something warm rushing into his chest.

Agula stared in disbelief at the dark red liquid in his hand, his power gradually dissipating.

At this moment, he couldn't understand why he had his throat slit by a seemingly ordinary Han Chinese.

However, Agula had no time to imagine anymore. His body collapsed with a crash, and then his eyes, which were like copper bells, gradually lost all their luster.

With Agula's death, the already crumbling resistance of the Gray Wolf tribe completely collapsed, and the remnants of Agula's tribe were terrified, wishing they had been born with two more legs.

They originally came here to seek refuge, but who could have imagined that those Han Chinese would actually come and kill them? They were doomed.

They ran deeper into the stone forest, crying and screaming. All they wanted now was to find a safe corner to hide in, or rather, to get out of this dangerous place as soon as possible and avoid being caught by the Han people, otherwise they would be doomed tonight.

After defeating Agula, Su Zhan immediately brandished his broadsword and shouted at everyone.

"Chase them! Don't let a single one escape!"

Su Zhan's voice was cold and ruthless as he issued the order to exterminate them all.

The warriors of the Fierce Dragon Gang scattered like a pack of wolves on the hunt, launching a merciless mopping-up operation around the camp and in the jagged crevices. Screams and the sound of weapons piercing flesh rose and fell, intertwining with the crackling of the burning camp to create a cruel symphony of death.

The firelight illuminated Su Zhan's blood-stained face, yet his expression remained unchanged.

He stood in the center of the camp, watching as the steppe people were slaughtered, with Agula's corpse and flowing blood at his feet.

His gaze swept over the rocky forest that was about to be reduced to scorched earth. This so-called Gray Wolf tribe seemed to be just as Wild Chicken Neck had said, extremely weak, without even a decent ability to put up a fight.

From the moment they stormed in until they killed everyone, it only took the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, which was completely unexpected for Su Zhan.

The remnants of the so-called Agda tribe were terrified upon seeing them and were only concerned with fleeing; they dared not resist.

By now, they were probably all killed among those rocks.

It was a close call, but everything went very smoothly.

However, in this desolate night of snow and fire, in an inconspicuous shadow on a high place on the outskirts of the chaotic rock forest, several pairs of cold eyes were silently watching the battlefield on the other side below through a monocular telescope.

One of them wore a leather cloak, and a faint emblem representing the Prince of Shunyi was faintly visible in the flickering firelight.