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

Su Zhan's gaze swept across the hall below. "The key to this mission is quality, not quantity. I need 10 men. Five of them are the best at stealth, disguise, and close combat. The other five will be led by Wild Chicken Neck, who will be responsible for providing support from the outside and stirring up trouble. As for the selection, I will choose them myself."

Bai Zhanqiu nodded and said, "Okay, let's do it this way."

I hope we can achieve a great victory this time. Success or failure hinges on this. Does everyone have confidence?

All the stewards' eyes flashed with golden light, and they roared, "Yes!"

Bai Zhanqiu smiled faintly and said, "Alright, everyone get to work."

In the days that followed, the war machine of Stone City began to run at full speed, shrouded in an unusual silence.

On the surface, everything seemed normal; caravans set off as usual, and the city walls were patrolled day and night.

However, there was an invisible undercurrent running beneath the surface, surging and turbulent.

With his elite troops selected by Su Zhan and his subordinates who were proficient in the languages ​​and basic information of various tribes on the grasslands, the Wild Chicken Neck quietly infiltrated the vast area surrounding the Golden Horde, like a drop of water merging into a sea of ​​sand.

They carried gold, silver, and weapons, searching for herders crushed by heavy taxes, slaves wantonly abused by their masters, and steppe people who had lost their homes due to tribal conflicts.

These are all targets that Stone City can recruit, and all these things are things that Stone City can use. Rumors spread among the tribes, and the seeds of hatred are quietly sown. It is not the promise of free land and the hope of revenge, but a spirit of daring to resist. Once the Muda Conference opens, these sparks will start a prairie fire.

Su Zhan stayed indoors, leading the remaining assassins he had selected to repeatedly study the Golden Tent's defense map. They simulated infiltration routes, deduced every possibility of approaching each viewing platform, anticipated all possible changes at the moment of assassination, and every possible escape route.

The contact methods and codes provided by Xiao Yan were firmly memorized by everyone, and the code name for the operation was Thunderclap.

With everything prepared, time ticked by, and the day was finally approaching when the Namda Conference was about to begin.

On the eve of his departure, Su Zhan climbed alone to the highest point of Stone City, gazing towards the direction of the Golden Horde Royal Court in the north. In the darkness, he could almost feel the murderous intent gathering there.

He stroked the cold walls of Stone City, the touch bringing him a sense of peace.

A single spark can start a prairie fire, and he himself lit this fire. This thunderous event must shock the royal court, severing the neck of the Left Wise King, for the sake of Stone City, for the oppressed Han people and slaves, and for the true revival of the grasslands in the future.

He took a deep breath of the biting night wind, his eyes now devoid of any hesitation, filled only with a murderous intent honed to its absolute limit.

Stone City.

Beneath the silence lies a taut bowstring.

Ten assassins, personally selected by Su Zhan, had already agreed on a meeting place to wait.

They had changed into rough fur coats, their faces bearing the marks of the grassland winds and frosts, their eyes calm, only the fingers gripping their weapons revealing a restrained murderous aura.

Pheasant Neck was not among them; he had already led another team, like ghosts, to infiltrate the depths of the grasslands within the territory of the royal court.

"I've brought everything."

Su Zhan's voice was deep and calm, without a trace of emotion.

"Yes, Third Master!"

The crowd responded in unison, their voices extremely low.

Su Zhan's gaze swept over their equipment: counterfeit tribal tokens, poisoned short blades, poisoned crossbow bolts, and several packets of specially made gunpowder provided by Xiao Yan.

These are the cornerstones of Project Thunder.

"Remember your identities, remember your communication codes. Once you enter the royal court, you will be nothing more than the most insignificant speck of dust on the grasslands, until the thunderbolts fall! Then we will achieve great things."

Su Zhan's voice was not loud, but every word struck a chord in people's hearts.

"The wild pheasant's neck has already ignited a spark outside, and our task is to turn that fire into a raging inferno that will burn down the golden tent."

The core objective is singular: after Huyan Zhuo succeeds, retreat along the predetermined route, avoiding any lingering fighting.

"Understood." Ten pairs of eyes gleamed with unwavering determination in the darkness. The group silently left Stone City, like drops of water flowing into a rushing trade route, heading towards the Golden Horde.

They blended in with the caravans and tribal followers heading to the Naadam Festival, and thanks to their superb disguise and the language of the grasslands, no one noticed anything amiss.

The closer they got to the Golden Horde, the more boisterous and lively the atmosphere became.

Tents of all colors covered the grassland like mushrooms after the rain, and the air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat, the richness of mare's milk wine, and the smell of sweat from the crowd.

Warriors flaunted their muscles and steeds, while young women, dressed in their finest attire, mingled with the melodious strains of music. It was a grand carnival for the grasslands, and also the best hunting ground in the eyes of the Raptors Gang.

With the identities and routes provided by their inside contact, Su Zhan and his group successfully passed through several outer checkpoints. They disguised themselves as a small tribe, the Lynx tribe, which was dependent on the royal court.

The accompanying guards also brought a batch of special tributes to the Left Wise King: several sealed wooden boxes labeled with precious medicinal herbs, which actually contained their deadly weapons.

The core area of ​​the Golden Horde was heavily guarded, with armored guards patrolling back and forth with sharp eyes.

A massive golden royal tent stood atop the high platform, overlooking the entire venue.

That was the core of the entire conference, and also where Huyan Zhuo and a group of high-ranking figures sat.

The area around the viewing platform was heavily guarded, with sentries every five or ten steps, making it impossible for ordinary people to get close.

Su Zhan was extremely focused. The defense map given to him by Xiao Yan appeared clearly in his mind. He observed the guard rotation intervals, the routes of various passages, and the usable terrain around the royal city without making a sound. He had already memorized the locations of several key moles, and was just waiting for the right time to make his move.

A commotion could be faintly heard in the distance, accompanied by the rapid sound of horses' hooves and indistinct shouts.

Su Zhan's eyes narrowed slightly; it was the signal of their agreement.

The first fire ignited by the pheasant's neck began, and the commotion was not directed at the area around the golden tent, but rather at the outer perimeter of the royal court, the area responsible for logistics and the enclosure of large numbers of livestock.

There were many slaves there, and it seems they have already begun their work.

Just then, a flash of fire disappeared into the night sky, only to be swallowed up by an even greater commotion, but the ripples of chaos had already spread.

Several centurions from the royal court shouted orders and rallied squads of cavalry to rush toward the direction of the riot.

Meanwhile, the assassin beside Su Zhan whispered in an almost inaudible voice, "It's begun..."

This is just the beginning, according to plan.

The chaos will continue to escalate, spreading to multiple locations and diverting the royal court's attention and military strength.

The real thunderclap will resound in the heart of the entire Naadam Festival.

When that time comes, it will be the beginning of chaos, and also the end of everything.