The workmanship of these wooden arrows is very rough and the materials used are extremely economical, only a few of them happen to be stuck in the gaps in the armor, and they fall to the ground with a slight slash of the blade.

The steppe people were unwilling to chase after them, biting their tails and not letting go, but with just a few light stabs from Paul's sword, they screamed and fell under the birds, and then disappeared into the rolling torrent.

I saw a steppe man with a red scarf on his head blowing the horn, and the whining sound came far away.

After a while, the same horn was heard in the distance, and it was the grassland people there who responded.

When they finally reached the path, Philip and the others turned their horses' heads and rushed up the small mountain road.

It's just that what makes them desperate is that as soon as they cross the mountain, they see a reddish-brown figure in the distance, densely packed with tens of thousands of people, not only blocking their way, but also coming towards this side.

"Is there any other way?" asked Philip.

Old Potter thought for a moment, then pointed to the mountain peak beside everyone and said uncertainly: "As long as you climb three stone peaks in a row, you can find a small river at the foot of the mountain, and you can merge into the big river we are going to if you go down the river to the east." ”

"Won't there be steppe people after turning over?"

"I don't dare say, but this is a branch of the Maryland Mountains, and it's the highest place in the vicinity, almost all of which are bare.

If there is no special reason, no one will deliberately climb up.

I can't think of any other way, and as for the one we came from, I'm afraid there will be more steppe people now. ”

Seeing that there were more and more grassland people gathered around, there were golden sounds and screams from the back of the team from time to time.

Philip immediately said, "Paul, it's up to you, climb over this moat and bring the news back." You're probably the only one in our group who has the ability. ”

Paul flew a flying arrow and said, "What are you going to do?"

Philip said coldly, "Chand will accompany me, we will retreat to Murphy's camp, and then move west." ”

"You come with me. Paul struggled.

"Don't be verbose, you take Old Potter with you.

This is the order of me, Philip O. Snape, heir to the House of Wild Lion. Philip said categorically.

Paul knew that it was not hypocritical, so he hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement: "I will deliver the news, and then come back to pick you up." ”

Philip nodded: "Take care all the way, please!"

In order to be lighter, Paul took off most of his armor, leaving only the heart armor on his chest.

Taking another deep look at Philip, he climbed the steep mountain wall.

After opening the awakening, he was as nimble as a monkey, and climbed halfway through in two or three minutes.

There was a small platform, and he threw down a rope, and Old Potter tied it around his waist, and Paul pulled it up.

Seeing that they had exceeded the range of the bow and arrow, Philip pulled the reins and shouted, "Brothers, let's kill back." ”

At this time, the grassland army in the distance was already very close, only less than 300 meters away, and countless figures came out of the gaps in the forest, densely packed with tens of thousands of people.

And there were still more than a thousand people left in the small tribe that originally surrounded them, but they were just shocked by their strong combat strength, and they just stood in the distance and constantly harassed them with bows and arrows, but they did not dare to move forward.

Without Paul, there were exactly thirty of them left, and five shield-wielding warriors led by Chand were used as arrowheads, and everyone shouted in unison, and began a counter-charge in the way they came.

Damu is the most heroic young man in a small tribe on the edge of the steppe, awakened at the age of 22, and he is also the son of the old leader.

The old man died of illness last year, and before he died, he took his hand and warned him not to rush to the front when fighting the Wards.

It's just that the young and vigorous Tatsumu has not experienced the great battle thirteen years ago, which makes him ignorant of the strength of the Wards, and always fantasizes that he can win a bigger grassland with his bravery, lead a larger tribe, and even marry the beautiful daughter of the leader of the big tribe in the west.

So he volunteered to be one of the pioneers of pathfinding, leading the tribe's more than 2,000 warriors into the first batch of wild mountains.

When he found Philip and his party, he was overjoyed, thinking that it was the favor of the god Rondo.

But his courage lasted only a few seconds, and these warriors on tall horses roared away from him like legendary devils, with cold eyes.

The warriors of the tribe fell in pieces just by looking at them, and the scimitar in their hands struck them in the body, leaving not even a dent.

If it weren't for his old servant standing in front of him at the critical moment, he would have fallen to the ground as a few broken corpses.

Now this group of devils rushed back again, and only more than 30 horses ran out of the momentum of thousands of horses, and the rumbling iron hooves hit the ground as if they were beating on Tatsuki's heart.

He subconsciously took a step back, but as soon as he turned around, he saw the suspicious eyes of the tribesmen, so Damu knew that he could not retreat, and he did not dare to retreat, otherwise what awaited him would be the betrayal of his relatives and nothing.

The Iron Rider got closer and closer, and in just a few breaths came to him, close enough to see the long tongue of the unicorn's mouth.

Damu roared, turned on the awakening and rushed forward.

Leave at least one, or an arm or thigh, and those well-made sharp weapons can definitely become heirlooms.

This was Tatsuki's last thought, he suddenly felt himself flying, even over the treetops, and then he saw his body, and the half-truncated knife in his hand, and then the infinite darkness.

Chander only felt his hand sink as if it was hindered in some way, and then he returned to normal, he looked back curiously, found nothing, and continued to ram into the crowd in front of him with his left shield and right broadsword.

As when they came, a dozen heavily armed awakened people thrust into the thin defenses of more than a thousand steppe people as spear tips, like hot knives stabbed into cream, penetrating without feeling any hindrance.

Only one warrior's unicorn was shot in the eye by an arrow, and it stood up with a hiss.

The warrior hurriedly jumped off his horse, rolled in the crowd, and cut off four or five scimitars with a sweep of his broadsword.

Stretching out his arms and opening his palms, he was dragged onto his horse by the warriors who followed behind, and although it was a little difficult for the two of them to ride together, it was far better than charging on foot.

After chiseling through the formation, Chand and the others slowed down, and consciously separated to both sides, letting Philip and the others over.

It wasn't until all thirty of his own people had passed through that the passage was closed again.

Chand slashed a few swords at the thigh-thick trees on his left and right legs, and suddenly the trees on both sides fell to pieces, completely blocking the cavalry that was pursuing behind.

The steppe people who walked through the forest were limited by the terrain and could not keep up with them.

The steppe army behind finally chased after them, but was blocked by Damu's tribe, and the captain brandished his whip and scolded and asked their leader.

The tribal warriors searched for a long time in a pile of headless corpses before they found the remains of Damu.

In addition to the loss of a unicorn on Philip's side, there were several mounts that were seriously injured, and even if there were replacements, the speed gradually slowed down and rushed in the direction of Murphy's camp.

The grassland people are very resilient, and the remnants of Damu are chased from a distance of several hundred meters, as if they are not willing to give up.

Philip raised his hand, and the group stopped a hundred meters behind a corner, where six warriors with bows and arrows lined up in two rows, bending their bows and arrows.

Fortunately, they came out this time according to the equipment of the reload, otherwise they would definitely not be able to maintain such combat power after dealing with the beast tide.

There were not many bows and arrows left in the quiver, all of them were meter-long iron heavy arrows, so I didn't want to waste a single one when I charged and defended before.

As Captain Wan rushed out of the corner first, six steel arrows flew over with a whistling sound.

The captain had only time to knock a single sprig before he was shot, at least three arrows, all of which passed through each other, nailing his body to the trunk of a tree.

One on the head, which is Duke's masterpiece, goes in from the eyes and comes out of the back of the head, and one on the thighs and one on the chest.

The remaining three were a step slower, but they hit a few people behind the captain, shooting through an average of two or three people each, and they still had no momentum, rolling and flying into the crowd.

The steppe people suddenly slowed down in shock, while Philip and the others sneaked away before they could replace them with a new captain.

"These are all cannon fodder for small tribes, it's useless to kill as much as they want, there are really too many of them. "Chand and Philip went side by side, and after Paul left, he was Philip's personal bodyguard.

Philip also nodded, this was the first time he had seen more than 10,000 steppe wolves.

I have to say, just like the book says, as long as the number of people exceeds 10,000, it seems to be boundless.

Fortunately, this is in a dense wood, and their men and horses cannot be fully deployed, otherwise it will be even more terrifying.

After two more hills, the wolves behind them gradually disappeared, as if they had not caught up, because the dozen or so eagle sparrows that were originally hovering in the sky had disappeared, and Philip guessed that they probably had a mission in the first place.

It's getting dark, and I hope the night can help them get rid of it completely.

He didn't know if he should lead the group to Murphy's lair, but at least they were going to bring back their comrades.

"Ahh

Seeing that after turning over the last hill, you will see Murphy's camp, and suddenly Adams, who was walking in the front, exclaimed.

"It's Jom!"

"Damn steppenwolf!"

"Kill all the prairie people!"

With a sad and angry scolding, Philip finally saw the tragic scene in front of him.

Hundreds of corpses lay densely packed, stacked in front of a mountain wall, almost all of them red-skinned and short-stated steppe people.

Only the top one stood out because of his pale skin and lack of wisps, typical of steppenwolves.

Not only did the steppe wolf strip him of all his armor and clothes, but he also brutally cut off his right ear as a trophy for his exploits.

Philip's blue eyes instantly turned blood-red, this was not the first time he had seen a comrade killed in battle, but it was the first time that it was so tragic.

Whether it was the more than 100 mutilated corpses or the wounds on Jom's body, they all proved how stubborn his resistance was.

Philip didn't pretentiously say anything that he shouldn't give up.

This is the battlefield, and from the moment you see the steppe people, this wild mountain forest has become a man-eating monster, and anyone can become a delicacy for this monster.

From the moment Jom chose to stay, he should have been prepared for this, Philip knew, Jom knew, and Chand knew it all.

It's just that he didn't expect it to be so fast, it was only two short hours after they were separated, and even the sun hadn't completely set, but his comrades had already returned to the arms of Gaia, the mother goddess of the earth.

In the last moments, he must have been very lonely.

Everything is for the Empire, but this is a wild mountain that is still hundreds of kilometers away from the nearest border of the Empire.

Chande and the others gathered the body, and Philip ordered: "Trim for ten minutes, pay attention to concealment." ”

"This group of steppe wolves is different from the previous ones, they are all standard leather armor, and their weapons are much better, so they should be the main force of the big tribe. Chand reminded.

Eventually, they dug a deep pit, and several of them worked together to contribute a few pieces of clothing, and put Jom's body flat in it, with several layers of branches on top and bottom, and they didn't want their comrades to be too cold.

Then the group of warriors walked silently in the dark mountains, weapons in hand, and walked on the road to revenge.

Not just for revenge, they also need guides, locals who can guide them out of the mountains, and Murphy is undoubtedly the perfect fit.

The moonlight wasn't bright enough tonight, and there were no torches, so they walked very carefully.

But when they climbed up the hill and saw Murphy's camp from afar, they were astonished because of the billowing smoke and the blinding light of the fire.

There were also countless shouts of fighting, where there was fighting, and the camp had not yet fallen.

"About 8,000 people, it should be a team of 10,000 people, what should I do?" Chander asked quietly.

Philip knew what he meant, this group of half-blood mongrels had nothing to do with them, and it seemed to be in their better interest to sit back and watch them kill both, even if Murphy was in it.

He groaned for a moment and spoke, "Murphy can't die. Now every combat power is precious, and with them, our people can die a few less. ”

"Will they listen to us?" asked Chand.

Philip touched his chin, looked at the raging fire in the distance and said, "It should be no problem for a short time, as long as Murphy is there, you know his ability." ”

Chand nodded in understanding.

Murphy stood on the wall of the camp, looking at the dense grassland people below, his face was covered with blood, but it was all someone else's, and the handle of the hammer in his hand was a little bent, which showed how fierce the previous battle was.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, he didn't expect this group of grassland people to come so quickly, and they didn't even give them an afternoon time.

It seems that there are many of their secret allies in this mountain, otherwise how could they find their camp so accurately.

It's not that he doesn't want to surrender, but his face is not convincing, just like the leader of the steppe people opposite, who ordered the attack at the first sight of him from afar, without even giving him a chance to use his abilities.

Fortunately, he used his ability in the afternoon to make the new little bosses feel safe for the time being, otherwise Murphy was really not sure if these people would sacrifice him in exchange for belonging.

The camp was filled with the cries of women and children, the roars of men and the wails of the wounded, and the whirring of burning wood in the fire, making it seem like hell.

After more than two hours of intermittent fighting, there are now less than a thousand men in the village who can fight.

If it weren't for the slightly superior combat power of the steppe people, if it weren't for the walled wall built of huge logs, I am afraid it would have been captured by the enemy long ago.

Figures shook in the distance, and the next wave of enemy attacks was about to begin.

"Ready!"

Murphy shouted, and the half-blood warriors stood on the wall, many of them even missing a part or two, but they still didn't care.

Yes, the Prairie people are even more shameless and terrible than those Wards, at least the Wards will not strip them of their worthless clothes after they die.

The black shadow below rushed up, and from the formation, it seemed that it was well-trained, at least much stronger than his group of men.

It was still the same old routine, first in rows from a distance of more than a hundred meters from the wall, thousands of wooden arrows fell from the dark sky, so that Murphy and they couldn't stand up, and from time to time they could hear a few screams of their own unlucky ghosts.

Then came the crowd attack, a dozen hastily made thick ladders were erected on the wall, and countless steppe people climbed up one after another with scimitars.

Fortunately, the terrain when the camp was originally chosen was very good, with a width of less than 200 meters on the front, and the remaining few sides were high mountain walls and colorful birch forests that had become impermeable.

There are secret passages in the back, but with so many women and children, it is impossible to walk at night without lighting torches, and it is simply the best target in the dark mountains and forests.

Who knows how many grassland people are still outside, he will not evacuate at this time unless he has to, as long as he insists until tomorrow morning, he will set fire to the gate of the village and leave here while the chaos is in chaos.

Murphy shouted, and the hammer with his head smashed into the top of the wooden ladder, and with a creaking and cracking sound, the wooden ladder fell backwards, and the four or five prairie people above it were also crushed underneath.

Not far away, another prairie man climbed up, and with a flick of the steel knife in Murphy's left hand, the man screamed and fell.

Suddenly, a cold arrow was fired, and Murphy shrank his head to dodge, and the wooden arrow grazed his head and flew into the night, scaring him into a cold sweat.

Two of his men were not as lucky, one was shot in the shoulder, the other through the neck, and fell off the high wall with a muffled grunt.

"A few more people came up. Murphy shouted.

"What mount is that?" asked Philip in the distance.

He discovered that the steppe wolves were not riding ostriches, but rather pangolin-like beasts, covered in scales, ugly in appearance, and much larger than pangolins.