Today is the first time that she and Philip, her titular husband, have cooperated in the air.

Philip was in command, while she protected him from the birds of prey and the Sky Knights.

Perhaps the two legendary unicorns were too intimidating, and the weaker birds of prey didn't dare to move forward, while the slightly braver Sky Knights were reduced to feathers under her giant bow and arrows.

Three or four prairie knights resembling a wyvern or a giant eagle could be seen in the distance, but when they saw a flaming bat lured over a group of knights in red cloaks, and then shattered into a piece of minced flesh in the air, they all chose to retreat.

Philip looked at the piles of corpses on the ground beneath his feet, and felt that today was truly a magical experience.

He didn't know the Bagua Arrays with magical powers that he had passed down in his previous life, but just combined the basic formations and tactics he had learned in class according to local conditions, and then used his powerful computing power to input most of the data into it, as if he had completed the masterpiece in front of him.

It's like a blank sheet of paper, smeared with his brush, forming a moving picture.

Although he is still very clumsy and not mellow enough, and although his command style is still a little backward, he can already feel that his conducting style is beginning to take shape gradually.

Today is just the beginning, like a chick emerging from its eggshell and revealing its wet feathers in the sun and air.

In time, when his command style matures, his unique command system will inevitably be formed, which will become the foundation of his life in this life.

The female warriors below were still adjusting to the smell of blood and corpses, and this was the first time they had seen so many dead people, and they couldn't believe that they had done it themselves, and they were just running with the people in front of them.

The male warriors consciously started to clean up the battlefield, and gave some precautions to these inexperienced female warriors, many of which were to show off in front of the opposite sex.

The vast expanse of the land was almost filled with corpses, especially those valleys and flat slopes, which were full of corpses and pieces of flesh.

According to rough statistics, the number of people lost in this battle was as high as 290,000, while Philip's side paid only 831 killed, 346 seriously wounded, and the rest of the minor injuries were not counted.

Such a disparity in the proportion of casualties is nothing short of a miracle, especially in a field battle, not to mention the 30,000-strong Axun regiment.

There was already cheering on the distant city wall, which was the defense line of the giant bears, and they were about to march to the position in the morning, when they suddenly found that the steppe people in front of them were in a mess.

The next two hours were like a ridiculous yet enjoyable popcorn movie, and they were so excited that they almost burst into tears as they watched the prairie people spin around like headless flies.

These days they were so bitter and tired that some of the warriors even fell asleep while standing and fell off the walls.

But now, they found that the mountain that stood in the way of their heads was gone, and the scenery in front of them was so empty that it was refreshing.

So they were cheering, they were jumping, for the sake of Philip and the female warriors, and for themselves.

A few officers who looked like they were also pointing at this side, relying on the tactics just now.

Overall, it's amazing, although the details can be seen to be a bit rusty, and many of the actions are suspected of being rigid, and they are not very well done, but considering the age and experience of this commander, it is perfect enough.

Especially with the seemingly frighteningly low casualty ratio, this battle alone is enough to be included in the textbooks.

Not to mention whether these battle-hardened veterans can do it, the fact that they can fly freely in the sky and not be afraid of those pesky knights is simply a bug.

Douglas, the commander of the veteran Giant Bear Division, could see at a glance that the eye that played a pivotal role in the formation was the red heavy cavalry that had been standing on the hill for the second half of the year to play soy sauce.

At the same time, I also knew their identities.

Although the 2,000 heavy cavalry was mighty, it shook a full Axun regiment head-on, without a single casualty, and was defeated in less than a quarter of an hour.

Vera Dicheng's dragon lance may be able to reach this speed, but it will never go undamaged.

It's just a pity that the old friend Nathan, they drank together last summer.

These inevitability and chance add up to form today's stunning appearance.

"Brad has a good grandson, and you have a good friend. Douglas said to his grandson, Wesley.

Wesley didn't speak, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and he seemed to have forgotten that Wardersman's infantry and cavalry could exert such great lethality under reasonable command.

For at least five days, the steppe people should not expect any more decent offensive outside this line of defense, and the dense corpses made people look worried.

And it was his friend who created this miracle, two years ago they fought side by side in the imperial capital for the honor of Gaokan City, and now that kid has grown to this extent.

I heard that he did a pretty good job on the southern front, but it was not at all the same as the shock he saw with his own eyes.

Is this really the little guy who lured his sister outside the Blue Butterfly Bar and got into a fight with the hooligans?

For the first time, Wesley felt a little guilty and sorry for Christina, maybe this guy ......

Taking advantage of the efforts to clean up the battlefield, Philip landed on the city wall and saw his friend at a glance.

The original champion team, except for his cousin Bruce, belonged to Wesley and had the best relationship with him, and he helped him a lot openly and secretly.

Today on this cold battlefield, friends met each other, and they were very emotional.

"Your tactics are really bad, and there are many things wrong, and if you let Instructor Collins know, you will at least be scolded. "Typical Wesleyan teasing.

Boris and Phelps, who got the news, also rushed over, especially Boris, who rushed up and gave Philip a big bear hug.

In the past two years, Boris's body shape has developed more and more in the direction of the door panel, and every time he meets, Philip wonders where his ceiling will be, why he looks bigger every time, and is more powerful and domineering than those mountain people.

However, corresponding to his growing size is strength, Boris is the first genius among several to break through the second-level awakening, even if it is not much inferior to Philip.

"Are they alright?" asked Philip.

Wesley and the others' heads suddenly lowered, and their faces darkened with Philip's question, and it took a long time for Wesley to speak: "Chuck is okay, in the northern defense area, he has now been promoted to wing captain, but he doesn't have a good skin on his hands."

But Randall ...... Randall is dead. ”

The bad news of the thunderbolt made Philip stay there, although he was mentally prepared, but why was it Randall again.

For two years, the handsome young man, who had become increasingly autistic, had little contact with his brothers, had not attended several meetings, and had not had Chuck in the middle, as if he had gone further and further away from the others.

Although Philip is no longer angry about what happened at the beginning, he has never taken the initiative to find him, and there is always a little embarrassment.

But Phelps unexpectedly released his suspicions, or there was no big contradiction in the first place, he got along well with him, and even invited him to his home as a guest.

Unexpectedly, in just one year, the former brothers have now been separated by yin and yang, and have returned to the arms of Gaia, the goddess of the earth.

"When?" he asked.

Phelps stood next to Philip and put his arms around his shoulders, his tone a little gloomy: "Randall is a hero, more like a real soldier than a few of us.

He had risen to the rank of captain, rushed to the front in every battle, and was the last to retreat, and his comrades gave him the nickname 'Crazy Orchid'.

Because he would always insist on rescuing his injured comrades, and he would not let any of them go.

Seven days ago, the first wall of the Shadow Hunter defense line was breached, and according to the usual practice, it should be avoided by the edge, using the urn city pit to kill a group and then organize a counterattack.

The signal to retreat was slow for a while, so his brigade suffered heavy losses.

Randall fought to the death until the last of his comrades withdrew from the line, and he did not retreat.

At this time, he saw two wounded men besieged by the steppe people, even if they were not his team members.

But he still rushed over, dispersed the steppe people, carried a broken leg on his back, and dragged a seriously injured and unconscious one.

After saving the two men, he saved the third and fourth, until his team rushed up and forced him down.

He had saved seven wounded that day, and without him they would have died, but now they all survived.

Randall's body was about to be chopped off, and he was missing a hand, and he was hit by at least ten arrows.

No one knows how he managed to hold on, and it was only when he retreated to the second wall that everyone realized that he had ......

His team members cried and told me that their captain ended up laughing and that their captain was not only a madman, but also a fool, so stupid that people will never forget it in their lives. ”

Phelps' words made the eyes of several people, especially Philip.

Even if he didn't want to show his weak side on this occasion, the tears still flowed down uncontrollably, and the corners of his mouth were salty and astringent, and his nose was so sour that it seemed that he couldn't breathe.

He knew what the boy with the beautiful peach blossom eyes was doing, and he was atoning for his sins, self-righteous in his own way.

He's such a fool, obviously everyone doesn't care, but he can't get past the level in his heart.

And Philip felt that he was also a fool, a stupid fool, and he had obviously forgiven, but why was he still holding a shelf, and he never took the initiative to drink with him once, obviously in the same city.

Philip, who is already in his 50s, naturally knows that he is so sad because of a compensatory psychology.

When you lose a loved one or friend, it's normal to think back to the good side.