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

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a dark figure swooped down from the shadows of the cliff and pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Poisoned crossbow bolts, accompanied by the sound of piercing the air, instantly covered the front half of the convoy.

A scream suddenly rang out. Several guards were caught off guard and were shot in the vital points and necks by poisoned arrows. Their bodies twitched violently a few times before they collapsed, their wounds turning a strange bluish-gray.

The warhorses were startled instantly, disrupting the already narrow formation!

"Raise your shields to protect the axle!" Old Zhou roared, his eyes bloodshot, as he swung his sword to cut a crossbow bolt aimed at the horse's head, sparks flying as the blade collided with the arrow.

His experience allowed him to immediately discern that the enemy's primary objective was to cripple the convoy.

The rope hooks in the hands of those dark figures were clearly aimed at the wheels and axles.

However, the canyon terrain was too treacherous, and the convoy stretched out in a long line, making it difficult for the guards to gather quickly.

Several dark figures landed like monkeys, rolling on the ground to dissipate the force, and with a whooshing sound, they precisely swung the rope hooks in their hands at the axles of several large vehicles.

A rope hook gripped the axle connection tightly, and the dark figure exerted force suddenly. The heavy truck groaned, and the wheels were instantly jammed.

Another guard tried to cut the rope, but was shot through the arm by a poisoned crossbow bolt fired from the side, and screamed as he fell to his knees.

Chaos spread like a plague. The guards had to parry arrows and defend themselves against the close-range attacks of the bandits. Their formation was shattered in an instant.

Old Zhou, like a lion, swung his ghost-headed saber in a flash of cold light, slicing away two crossbow bolts in succession, and then cleaved a dark figure that pounced on him in two, man and hook, blood splattering all over his face.

But his guards kept falling, the poison spread, and the wounded instantly lost their fighting ability. The convoy was pinned to the spot and became a sitting duck.

"Damn it, hold on for me!" Old Zhou spat out a mouthful of blood, his heart sinking.

The enemy was clearly well-trained and coordinated; they were definitely not ordinary bandits.

The enemy deliberately avoided areas with dense guards, targeting only weak points. Their objective was clear: to create chaos in the disabled vehicle, they then eliminated the guards one by one.

Just then, a sharp whistle suddenly rang out from the direction of the gorge entrance, followed by the dull sound of iron hooves approaching from afar.

The sounds of battle in the canyon were violently crushed as a black torrent, like a god of death, rushed forward along the ancient road.

Su Zhan arrived with his men, a total of 11 people including himself. The number was small, but their momentum was overwhelming.

Su Zhan took the lead, crouching low so that he was almost level with the horse's neck, wielding a specially made saber in his right arm.

The blade flashed coldly through the canyon. His old wound on his left shoulder ached from the jolting, but he suppressed it with an even more intense killing intent.

His gaze locked onto the core area of ​​the shadowy figures that were dragging the rope hooks and creating chaos.

"Kill!" Su Zhan roared, and more than ten elite members of the Fierce Dragon Gang responded in unison, their combined killing intent crashing into the chaotic battlefield.

They were all elites handpicked by the Soviets. After several major battles, they smelled blood again and their eyes were filled with the determination to destroy everything.

"Master Su is here! Hold on, everyone!" The guards, who were struggling in the battle, saw the familiar figure and the ferocious Su Zhan. In their despair, they shouted and their morale was suddenly boosted.

The Soviet Union's objective was extremely clear: to strike at the heart of the enemy's defenses.

He ignored the stray crossbow bolts fired at him. Most of those bolts were deflected by the galloping warhorse and the riders behind him with their broadswords. The horses were moving at full speed, like sharp knives, piercing deep into the center of the bandits who were destroying the caravan.

With a sharp, swift movement, a dark figure struggling to pull a rope hook felt a chill at his waist. His upper body slowly slid down, while his lower body remained in the exertion position, and he was cleaved in two.

Su Zhan's horse did not slow down, and his blade flashed. With a tricky upward slash, he cleaved another bandit who was aiming a short crossbow at him from top to bottom, and blood splattered everywhere.

The ten riders behind him were like sophisticated killing machines, instantly spreading out to flank him.

Although the others did not have Su Zhan's ferocious offensive power, their teamwork was excellent.

One rider used a rope to lasso a dark figure trying to jump onto a wagon, and suddenly pulled him off his horse. Another rider bent down and killed the other with a knife.

Just as the man in black was preparing to fire his crossbow, two riders on the other side rode side by side, their spears flashing like dragons emerging from their caves, skewering several bandits who had gathered together to form a defensive formation.

Su Zhan's arrival instantly disrupted the bandits' rhythm, and their carefully laid traps showed fatal flaws in the face of absolute impact.

"Stop that horseman and kill him first!" A dark figure, seemingly the leader, roared furiously from the cliff.

More crossbow bolts and grappling hooks rained down on Su Zhan relentlessly.

A cold glint flashed in Su Zhan's eyes. He suddenly pulled on the reins, and his warhorse reared up, narrowly dodging a crossbow bolt shot down at his hindquarters. At the same time, he channeled all his strength into his arm, and with a fierce wind pressure, he slashed his saber at a rope hook that was reaching for him.

With a clang, sparks flew everywhere. The heavy iron claw was actually cleaved by the blade and sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the cliff face, sending rocks flying.

The immense recoil caused Su Zhan's right arm to go numb and tingly, while his left shoulder wound was throbbing with intense pain.

His vision went slightly dark, and in that instant of pause, a cunning poisoned crossbow bolt silently shot from behind him toward his heart.

"Master Su, be careful!" Old Zhou, who was fighting with a ruthless bandit not far away, caught a glimpse of it and was immediately terrified, but it was too late to help.

At the critical moment, Su Zhan's back seemed to have eyes. Just as the crossbow bolt was about to hit his body, he suddenly twisted his body to the left. With a hiss, the poisoned arrow grazed his right rib, tearing his clothes but not harming his body.

Two masked, black-clad bandits wielding knives pounced on Su Zhan's horse from the left and right like hyenas, their curved blades whistling through the air as they aimed for the open space behind Su Zhan's horse.

Su Zhan's pupils contracted slightly, and he immediately swung his broadsword at the man on the left.

He then leaned forward abruptly, dodging the large blade coming from the right. With a soft thud, the man on the left was cleaved in two, blade and all.

The man on the right had neither yet regained his old strength nor begun to generate new strength. In this critical moment, he had no chance to use his blade a second time.

Su Zhan's broadsword spun around and slashed down at the man again. With a crack, the man was smashed to the ground, coughing up blood, twitching a few times, and then fell still.

Su Zhan then rode his warhorse forward, charging towards the direction where the enemy was most concentrated.

The bandits had already realized what was happening. They were originally the ones responsible for the ambush, but now the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse. They hadn't expected the enemy to have reinforcements, and they were in a bit of a panic.