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

Just then, a sharp bugle call pierced the air above the battlefield, and the bloody atmosphere that had just subsided began to churn once more.

The sound did not come from the direction of the fleeing black bear tribe, but from the dense forest outside the camp.

"Waaaah!" Everyone's heart sank.

"The White Deer Tribe! It's the White Deer Tribe's attack horn!" A leader of the Fierce Dragon Gang, who could barely stand, turned deathly pale and cried out.

As if to confirm his call, countless torches suddenly lit up on the hillside at the edge of the dense forest, their flickering light highlighting the densely packed figures and the cold glint of icy blades.

Immediately afterwards, a dense barrage of arrows rained down.

With a sharp sound, it plunged fiercely into the chaotic battlefield.

"Ah!" The Fierce Dragon Gang warriors who were just chasing the fleeing soldiers, as well as the remnants of the Black Bear Tribe who hadn't had time to escape far, were instantly overwhelmed by this sudden attack. Their screams rang out again, even more desperate than before.

"Form ranks! Find cover! Shield bearers!" Bai Zhanqiu roared hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot, as he rallied the remaining soldiers.

However, having just experienced a pyrrhic victory and exhausted both physically and mentally, the Fierce Dragons were simply unable to organize an effective defensive line in the face of this sudden attack.

Su Zhan suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the direction from which the rain of arrows was coming, in the cold light.

He saw a large banner embroidered with a white deer standing tall.

Countless strong grassland men are looking down at this battlefield.

"Heh heh!" A low growl came from Su Zhan's throat, and a fierce energy mixed with resentment erupted in his body like flames.

He cannot fall, he absolutely cannot fall!

The battle is not over yet; these opportunistic bastards must pay the price!

"Ah!" A roar that was not human exploded from Su Zhan's chest, drowning out the sound of arrows piercing the air.

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Su Zhan made a move.

Su Zhan suddenly raised his almost useless left foot and stomped hard on the corpse of a grassland man. Using this as a fulcrum, his body unleashed a power beyond its limits.

He discarded the knife hilt in his hand and, using only his still-movable right hand, picked up a spiked club from the ground beside him.

This weapon, crafted from fine iron, was now covered in blood and incredibly heavy.

Su Zhan held the spiked club in one hand, his arm muscles bulging and veins standing out. The broken wound spurted blood again due to the excessive force.

Like a demon crawling out of hell, he dragged his numb left leg, ignoring the arrows stuck in his right leg and the gaping wound, and stepped towards the rain of arrows.

The moment the rain of arrows rained down on Su Zhan, he swiftly swung his spiked club, dodging countless projectiles.

Meanwhile, the leader of the White Deer tribe on the hillside had already begun his attack.

The leader of the White Deer tribe had naturally noticed Su Zhan on the battlefield; his face was ferocious, and his eyes were filled with bloodthirsty madness.

"Loose the arrows! Shoot him dead!"

"Thud!" One arrow pierced Su Zhan's left shoulder, and the other pierced his calf.

The excruciating pain raged like an electric shock, yet it seemed to ignite a madness in Su Zhan's eyes.

"Su Zhan!" Bai Zhanqiu's heart almost stopped beating as he watched Su Zhan's back disappear into the rain of arrows.

He abruptly turned to his guards and said, "Follow him, cover Su Zhan, and slaughter all the bastards of the White Deer tribe!"

The dozen or so members of the Fierce Dragon Gang immediately unleashed the last of their lives, charging forward alongside Su Zhan into the rain of arrows.

The battlefield was once again engulfed by an even more devastating storm of slaughter.

With each step Su Zhan took, a deep red footprint was left on the blood-stained earth.

Every step could be the end of his life, yet it carried an earth-shattering determination, pointing directly at the high-flying banner of the White Deer Tribe.

"Kill him quickly!" The leader of the White Deer tribe reined in his horse on the slope, watching the figure, who looked like a blood-soaked demon god, charge forward despite the rain of arrows, his eyes becoming even more ferocious.

He couldn't understand how a person could still move and exude such overwhelming killing intent after such severe injuries.

The leader of the Bailu tribe had already rushed down the slope, his spears like a forest, pointing directly at Su Zhan.

They were the leader's personal guards, well-equipped, and their armored warhorses were the sharpest fangs of the White Deer tribe.

"Get out of my way!" Su Zhan roared, his voice less human and more like that of a dying beast.

Faced with the sudden barrage of spears, he showed no fear or evasion. Instead, he channeled all his strength, along with the pain, the coldness, and the overwhelming killing intent, into the right arm of his spiked club.

With a whoosh, the heavy spiked club whistled as it was swung out, executed in a desperate, suicidal motion, creating an extreme arc.

With a series of loud bangs, the spiked club, forged from fine iron, slammed into the three spears at the front. The spear shafts snapped in two, but the immense force did not stop there. The spearheads, carrying flying fragments and flesh, slammed into the breastplate of the lead warhorse. The tough leather armor and bones collapsed instantly, the warhorse let out a mournful cry, and crashed to the ground, throwing the rider on its back flying.

The spikes on the mace grazed a cavalryman's shoulder armor, sending sparks and armor plates flying, and the man screamed as he tumbled off his horse.

Su Zhan's single strike tore a gash in the vanguard of the White Deer tribe. The price was the enormous recoil, which caused his already shattered left arm to groan in unbearable pain. His tiger's mouth was completely torn open, and blood flowed down the spiked club. His body shuddered violently, and his vision went black. He was only kept from falling by an indomitable ferocity.

"Soviet War!"

"Master Su!" Bai Zhanqiu and the members of the Fierce Dragon Gang roared in despair from behind.

Bai Zhanqiu, dragging his barely clinging body, led the Mighty Dragon Gang's assassins as they charged forward.

Like moths to a flame, they fearlessly charged into the gap opened by Su Zhan, using their bodies and weapons to desperately block the White Deer cavalry on both sides.

"Kill! Avenge our brothers!" The warriors of the Fierce Dragon Gang unleashed the last glimmer of their lives. With the determination to die, they were determined to kill the enemy, protect Su Zhan, and fight for a chance of survival for everyone, even if it meant biting with their teeth.

A fierce melee erupted instantly, with people falling every second.

The leader of the Bailuo tribe on the slope looked down at the chaotic battle below, which resembled a meat grinder, and at the figure covered in arrows, looking like a blood gourd, yet staring intently at the mountain. A chill ran down his spine uncontrollably.

He immediately drew his sword and shouted, "Loose the arrows! Cover that area! Shoot our men too! Shoot that devil!"

More arrows, like a dark cloud of death, whistled through the air and indiscriminately covered the area where the fighting was taking place.

"Thud thud thud thud!" The sound of arrows piercing flesh rang out rapidly. A member of the Fierce Dragon Gang, who was wrestling with the enemy, was instantly riddled with arrows. His body stiffened abruptly, and with his last bit of strength, he held onto the enemy beneath him tightly, letting the enemy's curved blade pierce his abdomen.

Another man, with three arrows lodged in his body, roared and swung his sword backhand, slicing off half of the attacker's head. He could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, gushing out mouthfuls of blood mixed with his internal organs. His eyes were filled with resentment.