"It's the ferret, and several of the great tribes in the southern steppe like to use this mount. Because they can't eat grass like ostriches, and they can't provide eggs as rations, so there aren't many of them.

The ferret is not fast, but it has a strong load and a much higher defense.

It seems that it is really elite, no wonder such a small number of people dare to attack. ”

Philip nodded and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go say hello to him and borrow something by the way." ”

To be honest, he was a little disappointed to see so many steppe warriors and fight, when he was a child, Edward once told him that the height of the steppe people was about 1.7 meters, but after actually seeing it, he found that the average height of most steppe warriors would never exceed 1.6 meters, and only those strong warriors who were more than a thousand commanders could look a little taller, and they were two completely different races from the Ward people in terms of strength and weight.

This racial difference is by no means the difference in skin color between the yellow race and the white race in the previous life, but more like the difference between poultry and dinosaurs, which is completely incompatible, and it is no wonder that the half-breed people who are the product of the combination of the two have that kind of blood disease.

Therefore, the steppe people could only use a huge numerical advantage to shorten this gap, and in the actual battle, they did show fearlessness and even a little madness, which left a deep impression on him.

It was a trick of fate for Gaia, the mother earth goddess, to let two races with such great differences and opposites live in two adjacent regions.

Murphy spat on the wall, the bloody breath in his mouth became more and more intense, and there was a faint pain in his chest, which was beaten by a steppe commander.

Although his appearance had changed to that of a tall Warder, Murphy could already feel that his combat power was not increasing but decreasing, and the doubling of his weight in his new body made him weak.

There are fewer and fewer men around, and now there are less than 600 men, and if you hold on for another hour at most, they will be exhausted.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear something, and there was a commotion in the stockade behind him.

Murphy hurriedly ran down the wall, only to find out from behind the crowd a handsome young man with blond hair, who was none other than Philip, who had left in the afternoon.

"Why are you back again?"

"There are prairie people everywhere out there, long story short, I'm here to help you. ”

"But there are only about 30 of you, how can you help?"

"It's a bit smaller, that's why I'm coming in and asking you to borrow something. ”

"Stuff is easy to say, but how did you get in?"

"Hehe, all I can say is that you were well taught by that man back then, and I was smart enough.

Rest assured, no steppe people have discovered that secret passage.

Borrowing a bit of a lot, you'll see my signal in a while......"

Half an hour later, Murphy waited anxiously at the wall, waiting for what Philip called a signal.

Suddenly, he heard a strange noise, coming from outside, like the sound of iron hooves stomping the ground, and it was getting louder and closer.

This was followed by a loud and tumultuous scream, coming from behind the camp of the steppe people, accompanied by countless fires.

A hint of envy flashed through Murphy's mind, and only a real Wardersman soldier could ride dozens of unicorns out of such momentum.

Sure enough, with the leap of the firelight, a snow-white unicorn jumped out of the darkness, wearing protective gear, and the knight's silver helmet and silver armor on the horse, but a pinch of red tasseled hair on the top of his head was very eye-catching.

It's them!!

That figure was none other than Philip, and after convincing Chand, he rushed to the front of the entire team with a steel shield and a gun in the other, not because of the most powerful combat power, but because he needed to use his figure as a signpost for the entire team, guiding them in the course of their charge.

Riding spears are not made of steel, and carrying such heavy equipment into the mountains is purely a source of guilt for oneself, and there is no need for it.

After carefully cutting the whole four-colored birch with a calf thickness and a length of more than three meters, both the hardness and weight are very suitable.

I saw that he used his shield to protect Natalie's body, and the tip of the spear was slightly downward, and he slightly clamped the horse's belly, allowing the psychic unicorn girl to rotate flexibly in the forest in the direction he wanted.

The purple-black body of the spear was like a ghost in the dark, piercing the chest or head of each steppe man.

It has long been said that compared with the broadsword on the ground, he is better at horse fighting, especially the superb riding spear point kill, which is as fast as lightning and as accurate as a needle, and many grassland people have returned to the arms of the god Langdo without even feeling it.

After the initial panic, the steppe people came to their senses, and crowded around this side, layer upon layer.

Their formation looked thick, but Philip didn't bother with them at all, and he didn't have any intention of cutting through it.

Just starting from the far right, jumping in a curved arc between the outermost white tents.

Chand was on his left hand and Paul was on his right.

All the Awakened Warriors were placed on the inside, while Duke and Julian and others were protected on the outside, which made them feel humiliated, but they had to admit their immaturity.

But their task is also very heavy, which is to shoot rockets with pine resin without stopping.

They were given only three orders.

First, shoot arrows to the best of your ability and set fire to all the tents they can see in their path. At the same time, he smashed a clay pot filled with fire oil in the woods behind him.

Second, keep up with the team and don't be more than three meters away from your comrades in front.

Thirdly, once the horse is dismounted, it rushes to a cliff at the bottom of the slope, and then holds out there for help.

They executed it well, especially Duke, whose precise archery skills made him almost like a professional arsonist, and in just 200 meters of distance had already caused a raging fire on more than forty tents, and even snatched Julian's quiver.

Julian naturally acted as his bodyguard, and while blocking the feathered arrows for him, he threw the clay pot.

His clay pot was thrown accurately and ruthlessly, smashing at the edge of the fire every time, expanding the scope of the fire and forcing back many steppe people's attacks.

Inside, it was Chand's deputy, Adams, who had the heavier task of making sure that the team would not be cut off from the middle by the overwhelming Prairie people.

Philip was still at the head of the procession, leading the knights in a strange dance with the accompanying dancers of the steppe warriors.

These warriors were really different from the previous ones, at least the hard leather armor on their bodies made him have a noticeable sense of resistance when he stabbed them.

Occasionally, being slashed in the thigh with a scimitar will also leave a clear mark on the armor.

But Philip chose a strange route, going around the woods, trying not to fight the steppe wolves head-on, and occasionally running a little farther and coming back.

This made the grassland people very depressed, they were outnumbered, but there was a feeling that they could not use their strength, and there were only twenty or thirty people who surrounded them, and they were soon killed.

When they rush up again, they are blocked by a small dense forest or a small hill.

By the time they got around, Philip and the others were already more than thirty meters away, and they could not form a local number of people to crush them.

Philip's brain was nervously calculating, even turning on the ability to awaken.

This was the first time he had led a charge, and the scarcity of his own number was in stark contrast to the dense formation of the steppe people, making him cautious and never allowing the slightest mistake.

The woods in front of him looked like a huge labyrinth in his eyes, and all kinds of factors rushed to his face, even the direction of the enemy in front of him and the time of arrival were all estimated in his mind.

Finally, with the appearance of a small hill in front of him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and rushed diagonally downward.

By this time they had broken through to a third of the steppe camp, and if they looked down from above, they left a clear line of fire behind them, and they set fire to at least a hundred tents and surrounding trees along the way.

Countless steppe people, wielding scimitars and riding ferrets, pursued them along the fireground.

Philip had made the right decision, they had just finished turning when the steppe people in front of them crossed the border and came towards them.

If you follow the original direction, you are likely to plunge headlong into their encirclement and suffer from the enemy on your back.

And now, it is just a bend around more than 20 meters away, passing by dangerously.

The four-colored birch in Philip's hand was cut to the point of the spear, and with a loud shout, he threw the rifle to the side.

Even though it lost its sharp tip, the hard wooden spear still roared into the formation of the steppe people, and suddenly the man fell on his back.

Philip took the opportunity to draw the broadsword at his waist and whispered in Natalie's ear, and the white unicorn was like a lightning bolt, cutting a sharp curve through the forest, and countless arms and beast heads flew into the air.

But the pressure was too great this time, and the steppe people were not worthy of the elite, especially their mounts, their hard scales and pointed heads crashing into the unicorn's body like cannonballs.

Not every unicorn is Natalie, and it has been able to hold on to it so far, far exceeding the expectations of Philip and others.

Finally, the first warrior to fall from his horse appeared.

An ordinary warrior whose unicorn was hit by three ferrets, tearing and biting, and soon screamed and lost his balance and threw him under his horse.

With a click, his leg snapped against a rock crushed by the heavy horse's body, and he let out a muffled grunt.

However, instead of calling for help, he began to roll down the cliff diagonally below according to Philip's previous deployment.

Just then, one of the Awakened warriors grabbed him by the arm and scooped him up, but instead jumped down, cutting off the head of a steppe man and burrowing into the dense forest below.

With tears in his eyes, the warrior clutched the reins in his hand and fell into the saddle as he watched his comrade disappear into the dark jungle.

Soon, another warrior was surrounded by several steppe men, and after he had cut down two or three people, he was grabbed by a steppe man who jumped up and threw himself from his mount.

"Fari!" Gerard shouted to go back to the rescue, but it was their companion, a four-time classmate, who was stopped by Julian.

"Obey orders!" Julian yelled.

But he kept shooting rockets backwards in his hands, trying his best to kill and injure the enemies who approached.

Farry was rolling on the ground, but luckily he wasn't injured, and the armor provided by Philip was tailor-made, even if it wasn't a rare armor for the Awakened, it still provided excellent protection.

He kicked down an enemy, slashed him in the neck with his broadsword, and it was the beast who threw him down.

Then he slashed three more, only to be knocked into his calf by a ferret and fell to the ground.

The two steppe men sneered and slashed at his neck with scimitars, the cold light of the knives already reflected in his eyes.

"Am I going to die?" he thought.

Unexpectedly, two fires flashed, sparks splashed in all directions, and two rockets were precisely pierced into the chests of the two steppe people.

It was Duke, who had shot at least six steppe people in a few seconds as he had scattered rockets in all directions, and his sharp arrows were terrifying.

Fari took the opportunity to turn over, cut down two ferrets that blocked the way, and fled to the dark mountain forest below while the fire was not too big.

There are too many enemies, and the numerical disadvantage is sometimes far from being compensated for by superior combat power.

After two more men fell off their horses, Philip finally approached the end of his trip.

"Throw!"

With a loud shout, except for a few awakened people guarding the flanks, everyone untied all the remaining clay pots from their bodies and threw them fiercely into the crowd more than ten meters away.

Duke and the others seemed to be ready, and the rockets in their hands shot desperately at these clay pots.

Almost sixty percent of the clay pots were shattered in the air, and the fire of the arrows ignited the fire oil inside, and the brilliant rain of fire poured down on the heads of the steppe people.

Most of the rest also smashed into trees or on the ground, splashing oil everywhere and then igniting.

Suddenly, the steppe people's pursuit stopped, and at least a hundred people turned into burning fire men, rolling on the ground with a miserable howl.

Philip and the others seized the short pause, ignoring the few steppe people around them, and quickly ran downward.

Ten breaths later, Philip stopped, and except for Chand, who was guarding him, the rest of the figures ran past him.

It wasn't until the last warrior crossed the line in his heart that he let out a loud shout.

Hearing his order, the two medical officers who had been waiting for a long time polished the fire twist and lit it on several threads.

The finger-thick twine had long been soaked in the oil and burned well, and the bright thread of fire ran far along the twine hanging from the tree, and was soon joined together.

When the line of fire burned to the piles of clay pots placed under the trees, a violent explosion occurred.

The steppe man who rushed to the front wailed and was engulfed in the flames, and as he tried to stop his mount in the back, he was knocked headlong into the flames and rolled over, and then became a member of the fire.

Only the lucky ones who were far away escaped, and looked at the whole forest that was blazing, and hurriedly turned and fled upward.

Only then did they realize that along the route of Philip and the others, there were sky-high fires everywhere, but they were too busy chasing the enemy to rescue them in time.

At this time, from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, an oblique fire field had formed, completely sealing them inside.

It's late October, and the cold southern mountains have entered late autumn early, and most of the trees have turned yellow, and the oil-rich black pine forests that fill the mountains have become the best fuel.

In less than ten minutes, the width of this man-made fire has reached more than 20 meters.

Philip ignored Adams and the others slashing down the more than 100 prairie people who were chasing after him, and ran in the other direction.

It was a small cliff platform a hundred meters below the fire, and the four people who had just fallen off their horses should have gathered here, still waiting for their rescue.

Fari lay on the ground, panting, and there were more than a hundred steppe people lined up around him.

Of course, it wasn't all his merits, and a warrior beside him held out his right hand to him.

"Good boy, killed eleven, were you injured?"

Fari sat up with the big hand and took off his deformed helmet, his face covered in blood.

"Haha, it's broken, congratulations on becoming a real man. The warrior laughed.

Fari touched the wound on his face, took a breath of cold air in pain, and said resentfully, "I haven't married a wife yet." ”

The warrior sat on the ground with a muffled grunt.

"You're hurt too?"

"It's okay, I was slashed in the ass by a wolf cub, but fortunately it wasn't in front. ”

"Hahahaha. ”

"What are you laughing at, stinky boy, fortunately, there are not many steppe wolves chasing down, otherwise you will be a virgin until you die.

These people are very difficult to deal with, if they really work hard, all of us will have to be confessed here. ”

"I'm not a virgin!" said Fari trying to make a name for himself.

"Huh. Another warrior came and sat down beside them, and laughed when he heard this.

It was Philip who ran over and saw the three people sitting on the ground and asked, "What about Rubin?"

Only then did the three of them know that in addition to themselves, another comrade also fell off the horse.

Suddenly everyone fell silent, and their blood-red eyes looked at the burning hillside.

Especially Duke, Julian, Gerald, and Fary, Rubin is their classmate, and the last of the five cadets who followed Philip this time.

"It's up in a search formation, and it's up to Murphy to look at it. "Philip gave Duke a tap on the shoulder, and Rubin had a good relationship with him.

Tush is the leader of this 10,000-man caravan, that is, the captain.

The order he received was to destroy the small village in this big mountain, take over the big village, and by the way, search for supplies for the subsequent assembly of the army.

But his family had a generational feud with the Wards, so much so that when he saw Murphy's face and size, he didn't bother to listen to his arguments and attacked.

In his opinion, his 10,000-strong team is well-trained and well-equipped, and may not be able to capture the Ward's military village, but such a small village of mixed-race mongrels has no suspense at all.

But Murphy's tenacity exceeded his expectations, and he even regretted his recklessness a little.

If you lose too many men here, you will probably not be able to participate in the subsequent attack.

Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly saw that the easternmost part of the camp was beginning to be in chaos, but when he learned that there were only about twenty horsemen, and that they were only setting fire to the periphery, he sneered and did not take it to heart, but sent his own henchmen to suppress it.

He knew that there were Ward people in the woods, and they were elite soldiers, and they met one in the afternoon.

That Ward man was really brave, even in the face of thousands of enemies, he did not show the slightest intention of surrendering, and he was seriously wounded and killed hundreds of their warriors before he was killed by his own hands.

Yes, there were very few prisoners in the war between the Wards and the Prairie people, except for women, of course.