This was exactly what Philip wanted, and for these steppe people, the most familiar way of fighting was to rush forward and surround the enemy.

But after entering the city, especially Gaokan City, a southeastern military city known for its roughness, their manpower advantage was divided into countless small parts by special local conditions.

And the Kalitan don't need to pay attention to too many bags from the flanks, as long as they rush along a path to the end, they can reap countless lives.

The tall houses and courtyard walls of the inhabitants made it impossible for even the terrified steppe people to escape.

Even if there are grassland people rushing out to intercept the fork in the road, it will not be able to form a numerical advantage, and with only 1,800 people, it will not be able to stop the flood peak of thousands of heavy horses.

The huge difference in physique and weight shows a crushing effect in this extreme local battlefield.

Just as Calitan rushed out of the main street and was about to turn around again, he suddenly received a signal from Philip.

The steppe people reacted quickly, deploying thistles and horse ropes on several streets.

Tribulus Calitans are not afraid, but the barricades are a nuisance, especially on the narrow streets for heavy riders.

Looking at the thick formation of the steppe people in the west, Philip decided not to be brutal, and to reduce the loss by one point.

So he commanded two groups of knights, after rushing through a junction, to the right and left, and once again into the complex labyrinth of the city, and a thousand light horsemen were separated, which remained around the castle as bait, luring the steppes to fill in and dilute their formation.

During his time in the sky, he had re-surveyed the terrain below, comparing it with the original appearance of the city, and those routes formed a clear map in his mind.

Some of the steppe people rushed towards the female knights who were acting as bait, but they didn't notice that their movements had pulled the entire formation behind them, leaving empty seats.

And when they thought they had captured these knights, they found that they were only a few thousand in size, and they had lost contact with the large army, and were quickly slashed and slaughtered.

Some of the steppe people were still waiting in the trap, and some were enveloping the surrounding area, trying to replicate their tactics on the grassland.

But before they could see the knights in red cloaks appear on the street corner, they felt the sound of hooves behind them, and a group of knights came from the other direction, and began to rout at the touch of a button, and the casualties caused by the stampede were even greater than those of the enemy.

The steppe man roared unwillingly, the neighborhood that was supposed to be the responsibility of the friendly forces, protecting them, but now the door was open for some reason.

He was about to abandon the trap and press on the whole army, when he was covered by a dense rain of javelins and arrows, and it was Chand, who and the three Maga regiments had killed on the battlefield.

The trap was broken, and Kalitan came in again with his men, killing all the steppe people who remained here.

After a few rounds, there was no steppe army visible within six blocks of the Lion Castle, making the warriors on the city walls feel like they were in a dream.

Even without a fight, Philip still started to awaken, mainly the innate ability of computing power, which made his brain start to work at high speed.

It was a magical experience, and at this moment he was like a god looking down on all beings.

The city below resembles a giant chessboard, with the armies of the steppe and the Ward being the black and white chess pieces on top, and he is the high chess player, directing the trajectory of each piece.

In pursuit of greater results and smaller losses, this time he did not relent, but divided the following teams into four brigades and eight smaller teams.

The brigade is dominated by the heavy cavalry of the Red Rose, and it is unreasonable and unreasonable to ask for details.

In particular, the two thousand elites led by Kalitan were once again the winners and losers of this battle, and they were at the forefront, constantly separating the large forces of steppe people from their main formation.

The squad is dominated by the light cavalry of the Red Rose and the Maga, either checking for gaps in the areas where the brigade has fought, or luring the enemy into a trap.

It was similar to the hearty battle outside the eastern defense, only this time it was more cautious and the tactics were used more concisely.

It does not pursue complex design and exquisite cooperation, but pursues smooth cohesion and tacit cooperation, like a razor, thinning and chopping the thick formation of the grassland people layer by layer.

The prairie people below feel a little hypoxic, which is a suffocating sensation that is hard to describe.

Each time they swooped down on a block, they found that they had lost sight of the enemy, and then their own rear team was covered in a dense rain of arrows and suffered heavy losses.

And when they chased after them, they happened to see a group of knights' tails just turning around the far corner, and the bows and arrows had lost their perspective, and could only roughly cover the shots.

When the two teams unconsciously come together, they feel a sudden shaking of the earth, and then they are crushed by thousands of heavily armored knights in red cloaks along the shape of the street.

On both sides were thick walls of streets or houses, and most of them had become a pile of rotten flesh that covered the walls, except for a few who escaped into the houses.

When the clever commander noticed that the enemy's speed was decreasing, he formed a dense formation and lay in ambush at the junction on both sides of the street, but could not wait for the arrival of the team, and then rushed behind him a group of knights, slashing them to the ground, and rolling their arms and heads to the ground.

However, in their eyes, the city was full of hostility, and the unfamiliar streets and houses were the same, so that the commanders did not know how to issue the right orders, let alone the low-level executors.

Everywhere they went, they didn't even know if they had met the order's requirements.

Fighting in such a city, the commanders of both sides competed for more detailed command, and in this regard, it seems that it is far from the strong point of the steppe people.

In short, this battle was too aggrieved, and countless steppe warriors didn't even see the enemy's appearance clearly, and they didn't wield a single scimitar before they turned into broken corpses in one place.

Except for a few awakened people who can drag one or two knights with their abilities, ordinary grassland elites seem to have been reduced to the existence of cannon fodder of marginal tribes, and their deaths are worthless.

In this way, the frightened steppe people abandoned their encircled friendly forces, no longer tried to besiege and rescue, and began to retreat.

It was only after being pressed to the square more than a dozen blocks away that they formed the familiar model of a large corps, which could huddle together for warmth.

Then what awaited them was a rain of arrows and javelins from behind houses in the middle of nowhere, falling in pieces without the ability to resist.

It was not that they had not thought of a large-scale transfer and outflanking, but the strange thing was that no matter how many tens of thousands of troops were sent to move to the open south, they seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and no one returned.

But Philip in the sky saw it very clearly, and these teams in charge of outflanking were stopped by the soldiers who came one after another from the south road.

Under Philip's command, they used a mountainous block to form a huge pocket, and they didn't have any close contact with the steppe people, and shot blindly two blocks away, using the advantage of range to block off a considerable area.

Behind them were tens of thousands of warriors and civilians of Gaokan City, forming a long dragon, carrying bows and arrows from the two castles, and replenishing the quivers of the female warriors with bulging bells, as if they had never been used at all.

Finally, when the sun was in the east, and the winter sun began to lose its strength, a group of light horsemen who rushed to the front were attacked by a covering blow from the enemy and lost hundreds of horses.

Philip hurriedly withdrew the unit, retrieved the wounded, and ordered the whole army to shrink and retreat two blocks to form the formation.

There are smart people among the steppe people, and they seem to realize that this style of play continues, and all that awaits them is to be constantly weakened and weakened, and the last bite is eaten.

So they imitated Philip's strategy, tearing down countless houses and sealing off most of the streets.

They even lit up the houses, forming two closed blocks, one on the left and one on the right, and if Philip hadn't sensitively discovered them in advance, I am afraid that even Kalitan and the others would have been trapped inside and suffered a catastrophe.

At this point, more than two hours after Philip entered the city, the first round of the battle between the two sides was temporarily over.

The Prairie were pressed back to a narrow area ten blocks behind the fire released by Bruce, and nearly twenty blocks behind Chand, there were at least 400,000 Prairie corpses, not counting the ones Bruce had killed outside the Lion Castle.

Philip ordered the 10,000 infantry to follow up to form a new defensive line based on two small squares, while the 5,000 light cavalry troops cooperated with the remaining warriors of Gaokan City to exterminate the remnants of the steppe people who were hiding.

And the thousands of heavily armored cavalry led by Kalitan need to rest, and two hours of high-intensity fighting is already the limit of these thick-armored warriors.

Especially those beast dragons, maybe the heavy armor is nothing to them, but running non-stop for two hours in a row will definitely make their damage rate rise dramatically in the next battle.

After the count, in this battle, there were more than 800 men left in Philip's 1,000 male soldiers, and the three Maga regiments suffered 1,000 casualties, most of which were lost to unicorns.

The thistles scattered by the steppe people may not be indifferent to the beast dragon, but for the unicorn, the damage is comparable to the mines of Philip's previous life.

Most of the female warriors who fell off their horses suffered minor injuries and needed to rest and treat.

The greatest losses came from the Heavy Knights, with 13 casualties and 37 wounded among the elite under Calitan, 446 other ordinary heavy armor knights, 722 light and serious wounded, and nearly 1,000 casualties among the light cavalry.

The infantry suffered relatively light casualties, less than 500 men, mostly lightly or severely, after all, they did not have much head-on combat with the steppe people.

Such a casualty ratio was still a miraculous number, but Philip could see that even if they occupied the terrain, his command was much more skillful than the battle of the previous morning, but the casualty ratio was still a lot higher.

There are two reasons for this phenomenon, one is that the number of steppe people is several times higher, and the main thing is the time of battle.