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

"Hold on! Charge forward! Only by breaking through the valley can we survive!"

Zhao Kui, covered in blood and with an arrow lodged in his left shoulder, brandished his sword like a mad tiger, attempting to reorganize the chaotic troops and launch a charge towards the valley entrance.

He knew that staying still would make him a sitting duck; only by rushing into the valley and depriving the enemy on the cliff top of their downward shooting angle would he have a chance of survival.

"Follow me and kill!" Su Zhan's eyes also blazed with murderous intent, and he unleashed the full power of his Rending Wind Breaking Formation Blade Technique.

With a slash against the wind, he cleaved away the rolling fireball in front of him; with a horizontal slash, his blade flashed like a fan, sweeping away a rain of arrows; with a sweep in the wind, his blade moved continuously, cutting several Golden Blade warriors who rushed up to block him in half at the waist.

Like a red-hot dagger, he tore a bloody path through the sea of ​​rockets, heading straight for the defensive fortifications at the valley entrance.

The elite members of the Fierce Dragon Gang were also aroused by this tragic start. Led by Su Zhan and Zhao Kui, they let out desperate roars, stepped over the corpses of their comrades and enemies, and charged madly toward the valley entrance despite the constant falling arrows.

"Stop them! Kill all the Han dogs!" Behind the fortifications at the valley entrance, Vulture Wanda, the leader of the Golden Eagle tribe, brandished a heavy spiked club and personally supervised the battle.

His elite soldiers, relying on simple but sturdy wooden fences and earthen ramparts, used spears to pierce and slash with curved swords to firmly block the breach.

The remnants of the Agada tribe, their eyes bloodshot with vengeance, charged forward fearlessly.

The narrow valley entrance became a meat grinder, where the struggle for every inch of land was accompanied by the loss of life.

The bodies of the Fierce Dragon Gang warriors were piled up in layers, and the Golden Eagle Division's defenders also fell one after another under the fierce attack.

Su Zhan's sword had already been chipped, and he had several deep, bone-revealing wounds on his body, his armor soaked in blood.

Zhao Kui was severely injured and covered in blood, but he still fought to the death and guarded Su Zhan's flank.

With a roar, Su Zhan unleashed a powerful strike, channeling all his strength into his blade, and slammed it down on the joint of the wooden fence. The massive log snapped in two, and the breach was finally forced open, allowing him to rush in!

Su Zhan led the charge, but the moment he stepped into the valley, a poisoned arrow shot out from a distance like a venomous snake, aiming straight for his back!

"Master Su, watch out!" Zhao Kui, who had been keeping a close eye on Su Zhan, suddenly unleashed astonishing speed, shoving Su Zhan aside. With a soft thud, the poisoned arrow pierced deeply into Zhao Kui's chest.

"Ah!" Zhao Kui's body trembled violently as he stared in disbelief at the arrow shaft in front of his chest. A sharp pain, accompanied by a feeling of numbness, instantly overwhelmed his entire body.

"Zhao Kui!" Su Zhan turned around, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot.

This loyal and brave man who had followed him from the very beginning actually took a fatal blow for him.

"Don't worry about me, kill them all!" Zhao Kui spat out black blood, but his eyes remained fierce. With his last bit of strength, he threw his battle sword, pinning a Golden Eagle warrior who rushed at him to the ground.

Then, his burly body crashed to the ground, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

Zhao Kui is dead, and Su Zhan goes completely mad!

Like a powder keg that had been lit, Su Zhan went completely berserk, an indescribable grief and killing intent surging to his head!

It was as if some kind of energy within the body had been broken, and a faint yet resolute warm current surged from the dantian to the limbs and bones. This was because adrenaline had temporarily suppressed the pain and fatigue.

"kill!"

A roar that sounded inhuman burst from Su Zhan's throat. The sword in his hand seemed to come alive, and he unleashed the ultimate Wind-Splitting Formation Sword Technique, holding nothing back.

With a flash of light, Su Zhan sent a shield-wielding grassland man flying, spear and all. Then, another cold shadow appeared, instantly transforming into a silver light curtain, leaving limbs and broken arms flying in its wake.

Su Zhan's broadsword deflected several scimitars slashing horizontally, and with a backhand thrust, a flash of cold light pierced the throat of one of the attackers.

He was like a demon returned from hell, invincible, and no one could stop him wherever his blade pointed.

Seeing their commander's incredible bravery and witnessing Zhao Kui's tragic death, the warriors of the Fierce Dragon Gang were filled with grief and indignation. They unleashed their final fighting power, surging into the valley like a flood bursting its banks, and engaging in an even more brutal melee with the Golden Eagle warriors.

Despite their fierce fighting spirit, the Golden Eagle warriors, having lost their advantage in terrain and the element of surprise in an ambush, gradually gained the upper hand under the leadership of Su Zhan, the god of war.

The battle spread from the valley entrance to the entire camp. Tents were set on fire, livestock fled in terror, and there were figures fighting everywhere. Blood stained the ground and flowed into a stream.

The Soviet Union had only one target: Wanda the Vulture!

He locked onto the figure wielding a spiked club and fought his way through the enemy lines.

"Die, you Han dog!" Wanda saw the killing god and roared as she charged forward, her spiked club slamming down with a heavy thud, its power terrifying.

But Su Zhan neither dodged nor evaded, his eyes filled with only cold killing intent. He delivered a slash against the wind, and the blade and staff clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

Su Zhan's tiger's mouth split open, and his body swayed slightly.

Wanda was also shocked and took a step back.

Su Zhan continued wielding his broadsword relentlessly, unleashing another horizontal slash. The blade moved like a wheel, giving Wanda no chance to catch her breath.

Not only that, but he delivered a powerful, decisive blow, seizing the opening in Wanda's defense.

Su Zhan gathered all the remaining strength in his body and cleaved Mount Hua in two.

Wanda raised her club to take the hit, and with a snap, the iron mace was cleaved in two, the blade still sharp and embedded deep in Wanda's shoulder blade.

"Ah!" Wanda screamed in agony.

"Die!" Su Zhan twisted his wrist, the blade slashed horizontally, and a sweeping motion was unleashed. A huge human head flew into the air with an incredulous and horrifying expression.

The leader of the Golden Eagle tribe had been beheaded, and the tribe's will to resist finally collapsed. The remaining warriors and the remnants of Agada's forces began to scatter and flee.

The warriors of the Fierce Dragon Gang began a ruthless mopping-up operation. As the last tent of resistance was set on fire and the shouts gradually subsided, dawn was breaking.

The canyon was a scene of utter devastation, with corpses strewn everywhere, scorched earth, and the air thick with the pungent stench of blood and burning flesh.

Su Zhan leaned on his long, blunt-bladed sword, standing beside Wanda's headless corpse, breathing heavily. His wounds burned with pain, and waves of weakness washed over him after forcibly mobilizing his strength. He looked around and saw that of the 1500 elite soldiers who had once been full of energy, less than a thousand were still standing, and all of them were wounded.

The ground was littered with the wounded, their painful groans filling the air. The bodies of the fallen soldiers almost covered the road from the valley entrance to the camp, including his subordinate Zhao Kui, whom he had killed at noon.

This was a Pyrrhic victory. They had fallen into a meticulously prepared trap and paid an extremely heavy price. Only through the sheer willpower that Su Zhan led his soldiers to unleash in the final battle against the enemy did they manage to take down the tough nut that was the Golden Eagle Tribe.

Su Ye's deputy, covered in blood, staggered over, his voice hoarse.

"Preliminary count complete. Approximately 500 brothers killed, over 300 seriously wounded. The Golden Eagle tribe, including the remnants of Agada, has been completely wiped out! The tally is still ongoing!"

Upon hearing this, Su Zhan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, all that remained was a bottomless exhaustion and coldness.