It wasn't until he finally broke free and was protected by a dozen thick shields and hid under a big tree that he remembered what he should do.

But it was too late, how could his heralds find the captains of the 10,000-strong teams in time in the chaotic battlefield, and his heralds had already disappeared in the chaos just now.

The steppe people, who had not received the order for a long time, began to assemble around their respective tribes or captains.

But at this moment, two things finally tilted the balance of victory in Philip's side according to their inherent laws.

The first was the two cavalry at the southernmost and northernmost points of the battlefield, and the steppe people's inward retraction formation created a vacuum here, which was quickly penetrated and began to squeeze and drive towards the center.

The steppe people, who had lost the cover of the formation, rushed closer to the center in a panic, not realizing what kind of chain reaction this kind of impact from the horizontal would bring.

Almost no knights were used, and the rout on both flanks rushed more and more steppe people from the flank, making the female knights' frontal counterattack weaker and weaker.

And the second thing is that after the two or three Maga regiments lined up in a horizontal formation and poured arrows into the dense crowd, tens of thousands of wolf-like warriors of the Libo tribe completely knocked down all the wooden walls and rushed up.

Perhaps Philip helped a little, as he rode Arthur through the skies, constantly slaying the seemingly leader-like figures of the steppe people with his bow and arrows.

In this kind of war, the deterrent effect of an air knight, especially a powerful air knight, is obvious.

Starting from the two wings, this confusion gradually spreads to the middle.

Even if there are still tens of thousands of people, they are overwhelmed by the surging of their own people.

The captains and their men stood in the midst of the crowd, like a reef in the rushing waters, resisting very stubbornly, and as the edges were thinned as they were constantly thinned, and finally they were drowned by the knights who had rushed to the horse.

The steppe people, who had lost their unified command, especially those who were closer to the ferry, lost their desire to resist and frantically squeezed towards the remaining pontoon bridge, even at the expense of meeting their former comrades-in-arms and killing each other.

But the capacity of the two small pontoons was limited after all, and one of them, after being piled up like canned men and beasts, broke in two with a creaking crunch.

Above, at least a thousand steppe people screamed and fell into the icy water, struggling to rush downstream.

Two quarters of an hour after the battle began, a catastrophic collapse finally took shape.

The steppe people certainly hadn't learned the idioms of Philip's previous life, didn't know what it meant to be half-crossed, and didn't know the meaning of fighting against the water, so this panicked collapse was inevitable and irreversible.

It has long been said that with Philip's current strength, even if he fights head-on, it is completely sufficient to deal with it, the difference is only the number of casualties.

When Philip was forced by the situation to make up his mind and become decisive, the outcome of the battle was actually predestined from the beginning.

Countless steppe people fled in a panic, and even waved their bright scimitars at their companions who blocked their way.

The steppe ostrich's mount, with its weak size and timid racial characteristics, was not suitable for such a huddled melee, and Philip saw many of them kneeling in the air, their heads hidden in the fluffy feathers of their abdomen.

A hundred thousand people and beasts were crowded on the riverbank, and there were only two places left to escape.

One is outside the wooden wall in the dense forest, and the other is in the river behind him, compared to the wooden wall blocked by tens of thousands of Rubo warriors, the ice layer tens of meters wide by the river seems to be a better choice.

Tens of thousands of steppe people who were just thinking about escaping, and even some of the steppe people who were frightened and lost their minds, felt in their ignorance that the ice there seemed to be able to bear their weight, and the icy river was far better than the end of the sword and axe, and it seemed not impossible to swim across the river that was only two hundred meters wide.

Driven by this illusion and the group effect, a rare tragedy occurred.

It's not yet December, the temperature hasn't dropped to a few tens of degrees below zero, and the river is still quite turbulent, so when the ice less than half a meter thick by the river bears the weight of tens of thousands of people and ostriches, it makes a terrifying moan decisively, and then cracks and collapses.

Countless grassland people fell into the river and began to scream and struggle under the stimulation of the icy water.

Some swam to the opposite bank, while others staggered towards the already full riverbank in confusion, only to be blocked by the heavy crowd.

In order to fight for a place to land, they raised their scimitars again in their hands, or simply fought with their teeth and fists.

Of course, more of them were shivering from the cold, struggling in vain in the river.

Not every steppe man knows how to swim, and the leather armor and jacket on his body become extra heavy and hard after being soaked in water, and they can only resent their race genes for being so short.

The water is only one meter deep a few meters from the river, and only about two meters to the edge of the ice at more than 30 meters.

But for these steppe wolves, this depth, this temperature, and even the speed of the water is enough for more than ninety percent of them to never have the chance to set foot on dry and hard ground again.

As more and more grassland people closed their eyes and mouths due to hypothermia and choked on water, and were carried away by the river, the grassland people on the bank also seemed to feel a loosening in front of them, so they squeezed here even more.

In order to prevent accidental injury, the female warriors of the 2nd and 3rd Maga regiments stopped firing salvos and switched to more accurate scattering, which was specifically responsible for driving away the crowd that broke out.

The female knights of the Maga Regiment halted their progress and gradually gave their place to the Ryu warriors.

Chand pulled an axe from the body of a steppe captain, shook the blood from it, and then ignored the wound on his right arm, and led the melee fighters of the guards to slash wildly through the crowd.

The strong smell of blood made his whole body excited, it had been a long time since he had been so enjoyable to kill, compared to Philip's intrigues, he was more accustomed to this kind of hard-fought battle from the Wild Lion Division, and every crisp sound of a giant axe cutting bones made his blood boil.

However, he finally admits that he is not as good as the madman of Ale, and that he is only a human being no matter how brave he is, and he will get tired and injured.

But Alie is a humanoid monster, a miniature version of the King Kong Demon Lion or Bear Beast, which can be killed among the people of the steppe people.

Later, he simply took off half of his leather jacket, revealing his hairy arms, and a cooked copper rod danced vigorously, people blocked and killed, and Buddha blocked and killed Buddha.

Those steppe people didn't know what to shout in their mouths, probably monsters, they were driven around by Allie, and Chand's people couldn't keep up with anything.

Johnson and Dudley took the Wardsman Imperial GIs, erected huge shields and continued to squeeze each other's formations, rescuing the female knights trapped in the crowd from time to time and sending them to the rear.

Compared with those giants, their formation is much stricter, always lined up in a neat formation, not greedy for merit or rashness, and the rotation is becoming more and more proficient.

Occasionally, when you meet an awakened person among the steppe people, there will always be two shields to clamp him, and then he will be cut down by three or four broadswords, although the number of enemies killed is not very high, but his own casualties are indeed the lowest, and the efficiency is very high.

The recruits gradually became accustomed to the bloody faces and the mechanical orders of their superiors, and they used themselves as killing machines, advancing step by step.

No matter how slippery the blood on their gloves is, they will not panic as they did when they first entered the battlefield, and they will not even be able to hold the weapon in their hands steadily.

Duke led the Guard's archers, standing on a slope of earth several meters high, specifically selecting those who looked like commanders or awakened ones.

Afu didn't go up, she didn't like such a simple killing, but dragged her younger brother Alie out of the crowd and protected the shooters and the rescued wounded with her.

Occasionally, a steppe awakened person rushed out of the crowd to kill, either being slapped away by her shield or beaten into a pulp by a stick from Ale.

The fiercest battle was fought by the Lunbo warriors, and if it weren't for Philip's private ban, Murphy would probably have rushed to the front.

This group of hybrid warriors seems to have been opened to some kind of genetic code, awakening to another side besides deception and insidiousness, and they are very resolute and brave.

At the same time, they are also the absolute main force in this battle, and without them, Philip would never have chosen this hard-to-face approach.

Throughout the battle, they were always exchanging casualties with the steppe people with a ratio close to one to four.

The night was dark, and when the last steppe warrior knelt there with numb eyes, and his entire upper body was shattered into a rain of blood by Victor's hammer, the entire river beach was silent.

No one complained about Victor, for almost all of them were covered in dark red flesh, like a bunch of bloodthirsty devils in the light of torches.

And the tens of thousands of people who fled to the other side have long since disappeared.

Philip looked at the frozen ice by the river, or the corpses floating in the water not far away, and thought about something.

Maybe the Wardsmann soldiers who are guarding the river pass downstream tomorrow morning will be startled, or maybe so many corpses will block some narrow and crooked section of the river and freeze it into an ice dam.

I think there will be a good harvest in the fishing industry around Gokan next year, but Philip will definitely not eat any more river food.

That night, Philip set up camp in a valley less than five kilometers from here, and even the effort of logging was saved, and after the wooden walls of the steppe people were torn down, there were more than a dozen rows on both sides of the valley, and not even a single honey dolphin could enter.

"How's the results counted?" asked Philip, looking at Chand.

Chand looked excited, his armor had been taken off and cleaned, and he was wearing only a long leather jacket, and his bare legs were not too cold.

He reported: "In the past two days, we have eliminated nearly 300,000 steppe wolves, including 40,000 steppe wolves from small tribes, and the rest are all elites.

However, the intercepted grain and grass were not much, all of them were ostrich jerky with them, which showed that their food was running out.

According to the news from Tieyan Pass, nearly 300,000 people have been wiped out in Hongyue Pass, and it is generally judged that the total strength of the grassland people is likely to be only a little more than one million.

If we exclude the hundreds of thousands of people in the Meilin Valley to the south, we will face less than a million steppe people. ”

Philip wasn't excited, millions were still an astronomical number for him now, and as long as the commander of the steppe people was smarter, stopped using refueling tactics, and brought everyone together, then he would do nothing.

He asked lightly, "What about our losses?"

Speaking of losses, Chand's expression darkened, and after thinking for a while, he replied: "The casualties of the 2nd and 3rd Maga regiments are not large, only more than 200 people, and the vast majority of them are minor injuries.

However, more than 200 people were killed in the battle, more than 1,000 were seriously wounded, and the losses of the black-lipped reindeer were also relatively large.

4 of the guards were killed and 1 seriously wounded.

Johnson's side lost more than 70 casualties, 132 were seriously wounded, and more than 200 were lightly wounded, and the vast majority of those killed were recruits who were recruited. ”

"yes, it's still too short. Philip sighed that if these recruits can be given another month to run in, I believe that the battle loss rate will drop by at least 30%. "Where's the Bo people?"

Chand's expression became serious, and today's decisive battle had greatly changed his perception of those half-breeds.

The half-breed bastard, who had previously known only smuggling, robbery, and deception, shocked him with his bloodiness and courage today.

Especially if it weren't for the desperate rescue of these half-bloods, the losses of the other Ward's troops would probably have increased by at least half.

In the end, although the special geographical conditions caused the collapse of the steppe wolf, at the critical moment, these soldiers of the Rubo tribe desperately blocked wave after wave of counterattacks, which can be said to be a great contribution.

In the eyes of the Wards, or in the eyes of the Wards in the southeastern border cities, only blood and bravery are the most intuitive manifestations of a person.

"Murphy's side is still counting, mainly because of the lack of medical officers and medicinal materials, so many injured people are still being treated, and I don't know if they can survive tonight.

Before dinner he told me a number. ”

"How much?"

"11,000 died, 15,000 were slightly and seriously injured. ”

"Whew~" Philip unbuckled the buckle around his neck and let out a sigh of relief.

This number was much lower than he imagined, originally he thought that he would have to fold at least half of it, the Jedi counterattack before the steppe people were about to collapse was too ruthless, even if he shot a dozen centurions in the air in a row, the centurion did not shake the madness, at least 4,000 warriors of the Rimbo tribe were cut and surrounded, and only a few hundred were rescued in the end.

Murphy looked at him several times, but he had no intention of changing the order, and if he could have opened a gap in the south at that time, these casualties might have been cut in half.

As a top student of Green Tree Vine Academy, Philip didn't know the truth that the three were missing one, and the remaining two pontoon bridges were the way of life that he deliberately left for the grassland people, but he still didn't let go, because he naturally had his own calculations.

It seems that he needs to talk to Murphy, since he became the leader of the Lunbo clan and leads the army, Philip has not had a good chat with him, and I don't know if he has any psychological changes.

If the period after the departure from Tieyan Pass was considered a huge battle, he had lost more than 35,000 men so far.

And as part of his plan to drive the wolf and chase the tiger, the losses of the Rybo Legion accounted for ninety percent of them, and in exchange for Philip himself, he would have some ideas, even if some things were on the surface, Murphy knew it from the beginning.

After dinner, or rather supper, Philip took Paul, Chand, the commanders of the three Maga regiments, and other principal officers, to visit the wounded soldiers, and then rushed to the camp of the Rimbo tribe in the north.

Murphy and a dozen of his cronies waited early at the entrance to the camp and greeted Philip when they saw him.

After a brief walk, the spirits of the soldiers of the Lubo tribe were fine, but this battle made many people lose their strength, and they did not wash off the dirt on their bodies, and even some of the wounds were not bandaged, so they fell to the ground and fell asleep.

If it was attacked by the steppe people at night at this time, maybe it would really be wiped out.

At last, Philip took Murphy alone to a ridge north of the camp, where he looked at the tens of thousands of blazing bonfires around him, and listened to the painful wails of the wounded soldiers not far away, and both of them stood there without saying a word.

"Hate me. It was Philip who spoke first, not in question, but in affirmation.

Murphy looked at Philip's young, handsome, but sparkled face, and tried to say something, but in the end he didn't say a word.

Philip's relationship with him is still messy, if you look at it from Yun'er's side, he still has relatives, absolutely his own people.

Even if there is no slightest blood relationship between him and Yun'er, even if the black-haired woman is now gone, it seems that she has abandoned Philip, but Murphy just knows that in this big boy's heart, I am afraid that there will always be a place for that person, and it is extremely important.

But at the same time, he is also an authentic Lunbo man, a hybrid of the Ward and the steppe population, who has grown up in this mountain since he was a child.

Even though the Lunbo people were accustomed to indifference and ruthlessness since childhood, these wailing, those who had fallen on the river beach as a cold corpse, were still his companions, bleeding the same blood as him.

It is simply impossible to say that there is not a trace of resentment against Philip's strategy of depleting the population.

But he went from the leader of a small camp of 3,000 people to a male lord with nearly 100,000 soldiers and nearly 200,000 people, all of which were manipulated and arranged by Philip.

Without the escort of this group of high-mountain Warders like the god of war, he would not have been able to control this group of bastards who had become accustomed to freedom and carelessness, and had no national pride or propriety, and the disintegration was simply certain, just like the tradition of thousands of years.

In other words, his life and death were left only in the whims of Philip.

Sometimes Murphy also wondered what kind of force had allowed Philip to integrate such a powerful force in less than a month from a fugitive boy with only 30 guards, and killed six or seven hundred thousand steppe people.

Is it the power of the family?

There are certainly factors to this, but by no means all.