The three Maga regiments were at the heart of the battle, and they had the heaviest task, approaching the main force of the steppe people's Chinese army along the gap in the valley.

It's not that Philip doesn't pity these girls, it's just that he has too few cards available in his hand, so he can only rely on the speed of these girls and the black-lipped reindeer under them.

The first to catch fire was the mid-lane battlefield.

After converging the remnants of the previous few thousand people, the two ferrets led by the steppe people had just turned around the foot of a mountain, and countless wooden arrows flew in front of them, causing them to fall hundreds of people.

When they urged the ferret's tail to chase after them, they sadly found that their mounts were as small as their own, and their legs were too short to keep up with the enemy.

Before they could be deflated, another group of female warriors rushed out from the foot of another hill, causing them to fall a few hundred again.

After three or four times in a row, the leader of the steppe people found himself being led by the nose by the other side, and decisively ordered the whole army to be disbanded and spread out in a fan in the dense forest, using the number of people to make up for the tactical difference.

Philip sighed, the fighting experience of the steppe people is indeed very rich, and this is all the experience brought by the perennial war.

If it had been half an hour later, the heavy force would have been thinned a little thinner.

As the formation of the steppe people spreads out, a situation has been formed on the ground, and in this low hilly area, the two sides have used the dense woods and valley rivers to form a chaotic battle situation.

Philip was very nostalgic for the days when there were telephones or walkie-talkies, but now he could only wave a strip of cloth to send instructions to each unit according to what he observed in the air, and even fly down from time to time and shout in a voice to guide him in the right direction.

Each team had members of his former personal guard, and regardless of the killing, they were responsible for receiving orders from the air.

But even so, the view obscured by the dense trees always delayed his orders, and he couldn't do it like his fingers.

The steppe people were very depressed, and after scattering their forces, although they caught the traces of the other party, every time they tried to drive the other party together and surround them, they found that the trap was always empty.

Timely command and high-speed movement allow the female fighters to always form a local advantage in each encounter, using the advantage in range to inflict round losses on them, and then transfer out of the encirclement in time without any love of battle.

On two occasions, they even looked like they were about to surround hundreds of horsemen in a shallow bay, but because of the silver figure flying around in the sky, they finally fell short, allowing them to escape unscathed.

When this hide-and-seek-like battle lasted for half an hour, the follow-up 20,000 troops also blocked up, and the steppe people in the south bread clamp also arrived at the designated place and began to move.

With Philip's order, the girls of the Maga regiment all left the battlefield one step ahead.

At this moment, Philip discovered that hundreds of female warriors were trapped at the bottom of a valley due to a poor command system, and the retreat they were looking for was a small waterfall with a drop of ten meters.

When they tried to find another way, they were blocked by the steppe people.

In the small space, the arrows on both sides rained at each other, and the girls wrapped in animal skins were okay, but the black-lipped reindeer were seriously injured, and many of them were pierced like hedgehogs, screaming and falling in a pool of blood.

The female warriors were furious, and after the blood was over, the fiery racial temperament made them even more stubborn and impulsive than the men, and they launched round after round of charges against the dwarfs on the opposite side regardless of it.

But Philip could see it in the sky, these steppe people seemed to be few in number, but behind them there was a steady stream of thousands of people gathering here, and a little later they would be completely surrounded.

It was a nightmare for the female warriors who lacked heavy armor and long weapons, and Philip even saw many steppe people staring at the toned figures of the female warriors, smiling with evil smiles in their mouths and lustful eyes in their eyes.

He gave one last command, and his men in the distance gave him a horn to rally, then clamped his horse's belly and flew down.

Already more than two dozen female warriors had fallen to the ground, their space compressed smaller and smaller.

The leader of the team, Philip, was familiar, and he shouted "Follow me!" in the air.

Arthur was like a silver lightning bolt, and after a few moments in the air, he disappeared in place, and his ghostly figure shuttled among the steppe people.

Philip didn't need to swing it at all, just grabbed the broadsword and swiped lightly in the direction of Arthur's run, as if using magic, twenty or thirty strangely shaped heads and arms flew into the air, and even the blood spurting from the headless neck could not catch up with the two of them.

Such a terrifying scene made the grassland people stop their movements and take a step back in fright.

But Philip did not hesitate, shouted and rushed towards the densest part of the crowd, for it was the only exit.

After a few battles, the female warriors had long regarded Philip as a god and followed him without hesitation.

Philip decisively started his awakening, ignoring the swords and arrows from the steppe people, and slashed wildly in the crowd.

The steppe people couldn't catch up with him, except for a few scimitars that were unconsciously cut at him and then bounced off, they couldn't even touch a single hair, and most of the bows and arrows either fell into the air or hit their own people by mistake.

Charging back and forth twice, he fought his way through the crowd of hundreds of people, and the door to the outside was opened.

Arthur's performance lived up to his legendary name, the swords of these dwarfs did no harm to his tough fur, and he seemed to have an inexplicable hatred for the steppe people.

The wings of flesh turned into giant scimitars, slashing through the bodies of the little ones, breaking their bones and snapping them to the ground.

A man and a beast slashed wildly in the crowd as if they were in a no-man's land.

In just two dozen breaths, when the three or four hundred steppe people who rushed to the front turned into mutilated corpses, the steppe people who surrounded them behind cowered and did not dare to step forward, but hid behind the big trees, shooting bows and arrows obscenely.

During the gap of more than ten years, for the vast majority of young warriors of the grassland, they did not understand the horrors of the awakened warriors of the Ward Clan, and today Philip staged a vivid lesson for them.

The female warriors rushed out along the open gap with adoring eyes, and several wounded and corpses were also helped onto their horses.

It wasn't until the last female warrior disappeared at the foot of the mountain a hundred meters away that Philip flew high into the air with Arthur's thunderous roar.

More and more steppe people gathered below, except for those who were unwitting behind them who were still shooting their bows and arrows in vain, and the other steppe warriors who witnessed the tragedy looked blankly at the hellish scene on the ground, and did not even have the courage to come out from behind the trees.

As the first vomiting sound sounded, the sounds of vomiting and crying joined one after another.

Many people began to wonder whether the usual bravery was meaningful, and the thousand-sized hundred-suckers of the tribe, the leaders who were usually invincible, had also turned into broken corpses piled up in that clearing at this moment, no different from other ordinary people.

Philip didn't feel the same thing, he didn't feel how many awakened people there were at all, except for a steppe man who could barely keep up with his movements and broke his neck with a punch, this crazy killing was stressless, and even a little unfinished.

But now is not the time for him to show his personal prowess, and now he needs to play the role of a commander.

The 1st and 2nd Maga regiments had turned three kilometers to the southwest, trying to join up with Murphy's unit, while the 3rd Maga regiment, like the Chinese army, had burrowed into the woods and had sneaked up at a certain point.

So far, everything has been exactly as he had planned beforehand.

The two steppe men who gathered the remnants of the defeated army were saddened to find that their men had been unknowingly reduced by nearly half in the previous chaotic battle, and there were only 10,000 men left in their hands.

The most important thing is that the battle damage of the opposite Wardguy looks negligible, which is very unreal, and it is completely different from the previous hard-fought style with the Wardguy.

There were very few substantive close fights, but in the process of constantly shifting, surrounding, and transferring again, the number of their men was decreasing little by little, as if they were being manipulated at will by a dexterous hand.

In desperation, they could only join the two 10,000-strong teams that followed up and huddle together to keep warm.

This time they had learned their lesson, they were much more cautious, moved slowly, and did not divide their forces easily, and even if they lost a few hundred men when they were harassed, they would not get caught up in the chaotic battles they had before.

At the same time, the 30,000-strong team in the southeast also felt this strange pressure, chasing the tail of Murphy's retreat, squeezing over step by step.

When 10,000 people appear in front of you, it is really possible to occupy your entire field of vision, let alone three, and the mounts under them.

The mountains and fields were not enough to describe this suffocating pressure, and the people led by Murphy began to be restless, and many of them involuntarily began to tremble in their legs, their faces turned pale, and some people could not even hold the weapons in their hands.

If it weren't for Chand's leading people to suppress it, I'm afraid it would really collapse without a fight.

At this moment, a tall and majestic horned deer carried Murphy with majestic steps, came to the front of the battle array, and shouted like thunder in his mouth.

In terms of individual combat effectiveness, the Lunbo people are inferior to the Wards, and under the same conditions, three or four people may defeat one Warders.

But by the same token, the Lunbo people are much stronger than the steppe people, and it is not a problem for one person to face four or five steppe people.

If converted according to this ratio, the 20,000 Rubo warriors led by Murphy seemed to have no reason to be afraid of the slowly approaching steppe people in front of them.

But his family knows his own affairs, and for this group of nominal subordinates who have just been recruited, Murphy is excited and really knows that this is a group of rabble, and it is okay to fight with the wind behind the Ward's ass.

The previous excitement and blood bravery were all floating on the surface, and once they faced the real battle formation, the people who had never experienced this kind of war of more than 10,000 people were a little empty in their bones.

However, Philip has already talked to him, and as for whether it can be effective, it depends on his performance.

Murphy opened his awakening, exerting the amplitude of his ability to the extreme, and the loud shout resounded like thunder in the ears of thousands of people in the front, and spread to the rear, which was also his limit.

The divergent use of this kind of ability to influence people's hearts cannot be controlled at all, and it is impossible to prohibit it, otherwise it will be too rebellious.

But that's enough, the thousands of people in front of them calmed down a little with this loud shout, and driven by the herd mentality, they can also make the people behind subconsciously follow the front.

Besides, Murphy's requirements are not high, as long as the whole army is not defeated as soon as he comes up.

"Look at yourselves, embarrassed, cowardly, ridiculous!

You have nothing left, every piece of your armor, every grain of food, has been snatched away by these steppe wolf cubs on the other side.

They have also slept with your women, eaten your children, and raised you in captivity like cattle, like a pack of honey dolphins.

Are you willing?

Be willing to be the slaves of the steppe people, and grovel and beg them to reward them with a little leftover food for your obedience.

I tell you, I am not reconciled.

This mountain is ours, no matter how poor it is, it is left to us by our ancestors, and it has been for thousands of years.

These steppe people are like the most terrible locust plagues, robbing everything here, and leaving not even a single thing behind.

It is said that we are beasts, with no shame, no morality, no feelings, and no bottom line.

It doesn't matter, I just need you to have one thing, and that's backbone.

Look at the red-skinned monsters in front of you, more like brutes than the worst and most shameless bastards among you.

Now tell me, are you still afraid, are you still afraid of losing anything, and what could be worse than this bunch of brutes taking over this land.

I've given you weapons and leather armor, and as a man, it's up to you whether you can get back what you've lost. ”

This speech hardly uses his special ability, it is completely extraordinary, although Philip helped him to make a draft and he memorizes it, but he completely forgot it when he talked about it today.

He just said the truest thoughts suppressed in his heart, and he felt the truth.

The restless mood gradually stabilized, and most of the men of the Libo tribe re-clenched the scimitars in their hands, and looked at the slowly approaching steppe cavalry with blood-red eyes, and a solemn atmosphere gradually began to surge in this team under the heavy pressure.

Murphy's heart secretly sweated, thanks to the fact that he scattered the remaining 200 or so people in his camp into the ranks and became officers, assisting in the management of Qian De and others.

The bold use of the steppe people to run in the team was exactly the idea that Philip gave him, but fortunately, the situation was finally stabilized temporarily, and this rabble also underwent a little transformation.

It wasn't until the arrival of the two Maga regiments behind him that Murphy finally quietly breathed a sigh of relief, which also made the people present more combative, at least in front of a group of women, this group of men still had to nod their faces.

In particular, the combat power of this group of women seems to be quite terrifying.

The steppe people had mounts, and the Lunbo people were not accustomed to riding at all, and the weak ostriches could not support their weight.

But the armor and weapons of both sides were about the same, the leather armor and scimitar had been ripped off the dead steppe people, and they were changed haphazardly, and two or three pieces were worn on the body as one.

Judging from these details, if the psychological problem is solved, the Lunbo people, who have more than 20,000 people, are fully capable of annihilating the opponent head-on.

Philip, who was flying high in the sky and watching all this, nodded, relieved, Murphy did better than he expected, as long as he achieved a head-on victory step by step, this team could be useful in the rest of the battle.

If you still lose...... It doesn't matter.

He didn't expect this rabble to really stop the steppe people, as long as he used this huge number to delay for so long, it would take a long time for you to kill 20,000 honey dolphins.

The high-speed maneuver of his two Maga regiments was completely able to exit the battlefield in time and rescue Murphy in the face of unfavorable battle conditions.

But judging from the current situation, at least this sniper battle can be expected.

When the distance of the steppe people approached one kilometer, the whole army began to speed up, and divided into three arrows to pounce on the defensive positions of the Lubo people.

But when they ran to a distance of 800 meters, suddenly all the cavalry in the first few rows were shorter out of thin air, and they fell on their backs.

Philip had already calculated that the steppe people would occupy that position, or that it was deliberately left to the steppe people.

Because from the topography of the battlefield, that high point is too suitable, and any commander with a little military knowledge can see that it is simply a battleground for soldiers.

Not only is the terrain the highest, but more importantly, within three kilometers down from there, there are all low bushes, small trees, and scattered large trees, which are very suitable for the formation of large cavalry units to charge.

Once these cavalry were allowed to rush up to speed, it was hard to imagine anyone other than the Iron Warriors of the Wadersmann Empire who could block them head-on.

He did the opposite, taking advantage of a mental inertia, so that the grassland people got carried away and suffered a big loss.

Maybe those steppe captains are still laughing at him.

Compared to the frontal battle, the people may not be able to do it, but as Murphy said, the grassland belongs to the grassland people, and this mountain belongs to them.

They have grown up in this land since they were children, and they are all too familiar with every grass and tree here.

Philip had arranged them there in advance not just to be bait, in addition to forcing the steppe people to seize the apparent formation and let them enter the battlefield according to their intended position, it was to let the ingenious mountain hunters of the Lunbo people lay countless traps in the bushes within a radius of one kilometer.

The trap is very simple, and can be done according to the local situation, whether it is a knot of grass tied together by a shrub, a few sharpened wooden thorns buried in the earth, or a tripwire made of dry vines.

When they slowly retreated north from the pre-existing area, the reason why they moved so slowly, in addition to the stiffness caused by nervousness, was that all the staff were doing these insidious things, and they were unscrupulous.