Fortunately, Philip's eyesight is very good, and through the guidance of the military compass, he corrects Arthur's course little by little.

His passage caused unease in the camp of the steppe people, but it was impossible to see a small black dot from the ground at a height of thousands of meters at night.

So they only tried in vain to appease the alarmed pets, and then had to give up the investigation suspiciously.

From the distribution of those fires, it can be seen that these steppe people have become completely vigilant against the approach of Philip's department, and the entire formation has faintly formed a huge pocket by using the cutting of several mountain collars, waiting for their attack at any time.

This made Philip also break out in a cold sweat, and Lian Zhan Lian Jie made him neglect the most basic requirement of a commander, that is, prudence.

If you rashly fall into the trap of the prairie people, even if they are superior in combat power, I am afraid that they will have to shed a layer of skin.

In short, tonight's night sky trip is quite fruitful.

Arthur's speed was very fast, a distance of fifty kilometers, if he was in the mountains, it would take two or three hours to march at full speed, but in the sky it was only a quarter of an hour.

There was almost some misunderstanding when he fell, and he and Arthur were almost shot down as aerial scouts of the steppemen.

Fortunately, he had been prepared, threw down a wooden block tied to the note, and slowly landed on the ground under the surveillance of several huge crossbow guns.

Legendary unicorn, it's been years since I've seen this silver beast in person.

The warriors on the city walls watched the handsome young man descend from the sky with curiosity and adoration, and some tried to touch Arthur's shiny silver skin, only to be nearly bitten by the tsundere unicorn.

The defender of Tieyan Pass is a senior brigade commander of the Panshi Division, and like Willy, he is also relatively old.

I saw that he had blood oozing gauze wrapped around his head, and he walked towards Philip with one arm hanging from him.

"Philip, thank you Mother Earth, you're finally back. For this young man, the brigade commander is also very familiar with it, or there is no one in the entire Gaokan City who does not know this young man who always causes trouble, especially the dangerous assassination last year and the arrival of the imperial princess, so that Philip has always been a new figure in Gaokan City in the past two years.

"It's great to meet you, Grandpa Moran. Naturally, Philip also recognized the old general, who had a nodding acquaintance at the reception.

Moran gave him a warm hug and patted him on the back.

Paul's desperate delivery of the letter gave them both two more days to prepare, which meant that hundreds or thousands of soldiers could be killed less, and the end of the fall of Tieyan Pass could be saved.

From this point of view, both Paul and Philip are heroes.

"Uncle, I'm a dozen years younger than your grandfather. Moran pretended to be unhappy, welcomed Philip to the headquarters, and handed him a cup of fragrant coffee.

Philip gulped and warmed himself with boiling hot water, even though he was in excellent condition, but this season he flew unprotected for a quarter of an hour in the air against a strong wind at a height of thousands of meters, and he was still frozen from the inside out.

"Tell me, what's going on outside?" Moran asked in a deep voice after seeing him recover.

Philip put down the cup in his hand, looked at Moran's messy long hair and bleeding wounds, and said, "I have a plan. ”

An hour later, Philip re-mounted Arthur's streamlined horse, and set out on his return journey again under the envious and hateful gazes of the soldiers of Tieyan Pass.

Only this time, he was draped in a thick cloak and tied up with a belt, and his upper body was wrapped tightly, and the sky was too cold at night.

Moran stood on the city wall, looked at the little black shadow that disappeared into the night sky, and commanded loudly: "Rabbit cubs, rest well tonight, and kill those damned wolf cubs tomorrow." ”

It drew a cheer from his soldiers.

The next day, as soon as it was dark, Murphy led more than 20,000 men to fan the north to search and advance.

Half an hour later, Philip led a Chinese army of more than 2,000 men, escorted by the three Maga regiments, to slowly approach the steppe people's assembly point 60 kilometers away.

At seven o'clock, after cutting off all the scouts, Philip's more than 30,000 men came to a gentle slope less than five kilometers from the valley where the assembly point was located, and temporarily repaired it.

At a quarter past seven, the Murphy group divided into three tentacles and took turns to make a tentative attack on the Prairie camp.

But as Philip had seen last night, despite the complete superiority of the troops, the steppe people only opened their pockets, and all their forces shrank back, unmoved by the feint attack of the Lunbo regiment.

And Murphy didn't really take a desperate gamble, and after a few attempts, he withdrew neatly, lined up in a gentle area between the two mountain ranges, and confronted the Prairie army opposite.

Philip rode Arthur soaring above the blue sky, still holding a telescope in his hand, and it was clear at a glance what was going on in several dangerous places opposite, so Arthur was still very useful at this critical moment of losing money.

The steppe people knew that something was wrong, and sent dozens of large birds of prey to pounce on him, but the legendary unicorn only flapped its wings lightly, and the so-called birds of prey turned into a pile of feathers and scattered pieces of flesh and fell to the ground.

Philip also withdrew his broadsword, shook off the residual blood on it, and continued to command.

To be honest, the mountainous terrain here completely makes it impossible to give full play to the superiority of the number of steppe people and the cavalry of the whole people, and no matter how huge the military force is, if there is no space to expand and room to maneuver, it can only stupidly stay in place and be beaten.

He made a few gestures downward, and as agreed, the 2,000-strong Chinese army began to press forward, while the first and second regiments of the three maga regiments began to approach the westernmost ridge in a roundabout way, as if two arms were holding it together.

The terrain here was not dangerous, and there were no prerequisites for the use of trickery, so his idea was very simple, which was to eat these garrison places one by one.

Seeing that their ambush had been discovered, the steppe people simply stopped hiding, and a team of more than 100,000 people began to approach here from all directions, and in the blink of an eye, the maroon figure covered the entire land.

Silently calculating the arrival time of each team in his heart, Philip sneered, choosing the time and direction to enter the battlefield is the most basic ability of every commander.

The victory or defeat of the battle and the level of the commander's ability are often reflected in these seemingly very basic things, and it is not the case that the leader or the brave and good fighter can prove the superiority and inferiority, and the good fighter has no outstanding achievements.

This is also the expectation or positioning of Philip in his heart.

The first target was carefully chosen by him, and the plan of the steppe people was decent, but their arrangement could not escape the constraints of the fixed terrain here.

What he needs to do is to seize the slight time difference here, form a comparative advantage in combat power on every battlefield, and destroy the enemy's living force by forceful crushing.

Previous battles were somewhat cunning, and this hard-fought offensive and defensive battle was the touchstone for him to test himself.

The red strip of cloth in his hand waved three times, and Chand, as the command center on the ground, hurriedly conveyed the order accurately.

2,000 big men, led by Victor and others, lined up in a dense military formation, blocking a gap, echoing Murphy's headquarters two kilometers away.

The arms of the first and second magaths did not really converge, but made a great bend to the side from the left and right sides of the mountain.

Borrowing the speed of the black-lipped reindeer, the female warriors threw their javelins at a distance of 500 meters, then bent their bows and arrows to complete two volleys before turning.

Five rows of javelins and bows and arrows formed a barrage baptism of far and near, completely covering the sky 500 meters wide and 200 meters thick, and with a murderous whistle, it fell into the ranks of the steppe cavalry who were charging downward.

I don't know if it's stupid, maybe in order to facilitate the charge of their own cavalry, the steppe people have completely cleared the hillside on this side, and the big and small trees have been completely uprooted.

This also meant that there was no cover, and all the javelins and bows were borne by these steppe warriors with their own flesh and blood.

Without a shield, even if they did, it would be useless, and even if they used their skillful riding skills to hide themselves completely in the flanks of their mounts, they could not stop the javelins as long as their height and two fingers thick from skewering them together and tying them to the ground.

For a while, the entire hillside was overturned on their backs, countless screams and wails sounded, and the dense military formation suddenly became shorter.

Even the knight who had escaped could not control the speed of his mount, and plunged down into the already wood-like javelin, followed by more tumbling and screaming.

In one face, this elite grassland team of 10,000 people is at least 5,000 less.

By the time they had regrouped their formation under the whip and orders of the captain, and rushed to the bottom of the slope, the tail of the two Maga regiments had disappeared around the corner of the forest.

The captain was about to pursue along the path of ten thousand horses galloping, when another rain of arrows covered their heads again.

It was the third regiment of the Maga, and they set out five minutes later than the first and second regiments, and climbed along the ridge behind the side to the top of the hill originally occupied by the steppe people.

They didn't have the speed bonus, but they had a condescending advantage, ignoring the steppe people who were wailing and struggling halfway up the hillside, and the javelins and bows and arrows in their hands pointed diagonally into the air.

Five more volleys, and then, without the slightest love for battle, and without counting the number of wounded enemies, the third regiment withdrew from the battlefield from the other direction.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the steppe man's 10,000-strong squad had suffered ninety percent casualties, and the rest were either hiding in the woods in a panic or trying in vain to save their companions, and they were in a mess.

In short, they did not have the courage to climb the hill again, and to face a dense barrage of bows and arrows and javelins.

For the commander of the ten thousand men who commanded them had been nailed to the tree by two thick javelins, and his body was fluttering in the wind, and his face showed a look of horror, and he could not die anymore.

At this time, the vanguard of the encirclement ran into a blockade line composed of 2,000 big men.

The power of the cavalry unit lies in the powerful impact brought by speed and tonnage, and there are many ways to restrain the cavalry in cold weapon confrontation, the most effective of which is the continuous traps and thick spears.

Due to the time they have been on the battlefield, these big men did not choose to make traps, but they took the spear as a weapon to the extreme.

The mountains are almost inexhaustible in terms of high-quality timber, and 2,000 men are divided into eight rows on the gap in the mountain road about 300 meters wide, with spears about the thickness of thighs in their hands and an average length of about four meters in their hands.

The head of the spear did not have a metal spear head, but it was sharpened into sharp ramming angles and neatly arranged in the blockade line.

With Adams' order, the big men in the first two rows crouched down and clubbed the roots of their spears on the ground.

The steppe man shouted an incomprehensible slogan and crashed straight into it, only to be pierced or knocked over by a thick spear.

From the sky, the entire line of defense only shrank back slightly, and then bounced back to its original state.

Later, the steppe cavalry desperately waved the scimitars in their hands, trying to cut off these spears, and those who were further behind were bending their bows and arrows, and the rain of arrows poured on the heads of the big men in an instant.

But the big men had already prepared, and the rough but heavy wooden shield was placed on their heads, and in the blink of an eye, they were shot like hedgehogs.

Occasionally, wooden arrows drilled through the gap, causing a burst of scolding from below, but it had no effect on the overall formation.

Gradually, the spears were covered with corpses of all kinds, and the living tried in vain to remove their bodies from them, albeit with only a few attempts and never moved again.

Victor shouted a few times, and the big men in the first two rows decisively threw down the wooden stakes that had become much heavier in their hands, and retreated along the gap in the line to get out of the way, and the two rows behind them crouched down again, and did the same.

In this way, they retreated step by step in an orderly manner, leaving in place countless spears full of corpses.

These spears and corpses stood at a distance of several tens of meters from the front of the position like a repellent horse, causing considerable trouble to the steppe cavalry charging behind.

The diminutive steppe people, including their mounts, had to slow down and climb over the undulating ground before slamming themselves into the towering spear tips.

However, the cross-section of this gap is only so large, neither the number of people charging nor the arrow array behind it can form a large scale, and the damage caused to the big men is not so huge.

Even so, the step-by-step retreat of the big men created an illusion among the steppe people that their charge was effective.

Under the orders of the commander, this group of valiant steppe warriors rushed there without hesitation, scrambling to turn themselves into a corpse.

When the entire line of defense rotated backwards, there was a path of death about 100 meters long paved with countless corpses in front of him.

By the time the commander of the first 10,000-strong team realized that something was wrong, his team had all entered this narrow passage, and the number of people left was less than 3,000.

Before he could figure out how to respond, another team of 10,000 people following behind him had already rushed in with a shout, engulfing him and forcing him to move on.

When all the spears in the hands of all the big men were exhausted, the defense line finally stopped retreating.

In the frightened expression of the captain, the sound of dense horses' hooves sounded behind the defensive line, and the first and second regiments of the Maga regiment, which had just completed their mission, converged here, and the sound of wooden bowstrings exploded.

Also limited by terrain factors, there are not many bows and arrows per unit area, but the wooden arrows of the female warriors and the steppe people are completely different from each other in terms of range and power.

Wooden arrows with finger thicknesses and about a meter and a half are not much different from crossbow guns for steppe people wearing leather armor and no shields.

After only two rounds, the narrow passage was covered with reddish-brown corpses, and the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood completely blocked the passage, and only a few fatal ostriches used their dexterous bodies to escape in all directions.

Although the short wings couldn't fly, they really made a dozen flutter and jump up the steep mountain wall.

The remaining three or four thousand steppe people outside the passage did not dare to continue to break into this land of death, but hid behind the mountain and kept shooting bows and arrows, the symbolic meaning was far greater than the actual killing.

And the big men did not fight, and after covering the retreat of the girls behind them, they also withdrew from the battlefield in an orderly manner and climbed onto their mounts.

In less than two quarters of an hour, in the two local battlefields, the steppe people had already lost nearly 20,000 people, and only one unlucky man in Philip's department was shot in the eye and died on the spot, and there were thirty or forty skin wounds, and the combat effectiveness was almost undamaged.

Philip could see clearly from the sky that after the first 30,000 people, the next team to arrive at the battlefield was the one that had been ambushed in the valley before.

However, the team was larger than expected, 20,000 people, and it was all the kind of tribe he had seen before that used ferrets, which was quite difficult.

The remaining three teams came from three directions, north, south, and center, especially the southernmost arrow, which numbered as many as 30,000 people.

Barring no surprises, they would brush shoulders with Murphy's flanks and capture the high ground to the southwest, completely encircling Philip's troops.

To the north, a procession of 30,000 men would stop on the north side of the lake and lock Philip's way north.

The Chinese army also had 20,000 men, and the total strength of the two ferret troops exceeded 40,000 after them.

Philip sneered, this steppe Ah Xun is very experienced, has a very thorough understanding of the nearby terrain, and the entire front is also very neatly arranged.

With the exception of the two decoys that were eaten by accident, several teams arrived at the battlefield in close proximity, leaving him with no chance to pick up the slack.

But that's all, if Philip is determined to fight hard, this number is not enough at all, but he doesn't want to consume too much power in his hands.

He waved the strip of cloth in his hand and gave instructions.

First of all, after a commotion, the team led by Murphy began to shrink in a northeasterly direction, but the speed of retreat was slow, and it looked as if it was squirming from the air.

Almost less than a kilometer after they had withdrawn, 30,000 steppe people on the southern road roared south of where they had been stationed.

The rumbling footsteps shook the ground, making the rabble almost fry, but the speed of retreat was much faster.

Victor, on the other hand, led the Chinese army composed of the Han to hide in the dense woods and disappeared.