No one knows how many traps and small traps have been laid in this mountain forest, and even the people themselves can't count them.

But so far, it seems that the effect is excellent.

After all, the grassland people are the grassland people, this is not an endless vast grassland, here is a big mountain, a big mountain of the Lu Bo people.

The steppe people paid a heavy price for their arrogance and ignorance, and the knights who rushed to the front were all tripped by the tenacious tripropes that were connected together and hidden in the grass.

This was what Philip came up with, which reminded him of the barbed wire defense of the First World War in his previous life, which was definitely the best means of defending against cavalry, especially large-scale light cavalry charging intensively, but it was a pity that there was no heavy firepower Maxim machine gun behind the defensive line.

Neither the fallen man nor the bird had a chance to get up again, and before they could hold on to their broken arms and legs and howl, they were overwhelmed by the surging crowd.

The nightmare was just beginning, and the steppe knight, who had broken the tripline, continued to gallop forward, his mouth bursting with rage and roars, and the sound of murder shook the sky.

However, as soon as the bird speed was raised, several rows fell down.

After several cycles like this, the steppe people finally rushed to a distance of 400 meters after losing more than 2,000 people one after another.

For the total number of 30,000 people, this loss is far from breaking their muscles and bones.

But what they overlooked was that as several charges were blocked, their speed never had a chance to be raised, and instead they were trembling and wary of the ground, as if they were walking.

At this time, the arrows that were originally three charges had been completely flattened by the team chasing behind, forming a tight and gentle line.

There are no machine guns, but there are bows and arrows, and the effectiveness is not much worse at all.

With a few clear shouts, the female warriors of the two Maga regiments vacated the few javelins left in their backpacks.

This is the most climactic moment of the whole battle so far, and the scene of tens of thousands of people facing each other between the two armies looks very shocking.

Tens of thousands of javelins were divided into two or three batches, and the black pressed one flew over the battlefield, and even the sunlight was blocked, and a dark shadow was streaked on the ground.

The loud whistling sound of the spinning spear piercing the air made people feel numb when they heard it, and they couldn't even grasp the weapon in their hands.

In the next second, these terrifying shadows plunged into the dense battle formation of the steppe people.

In Murphy's sight, there seemed to be countless huge flowers blooming a few hundred meters in front of him, and like countless splashes of water splashed on the ground by a rainstorm, he never imagined that he would see such a spectacular spectacle in his lifetime.

This is a classic picture of harvesting human lives in the era of cold weapons, and it also proves that the Ward clan seems to be the most powerful and terrifying fighting race in the world.

The low bushes and small trees could not stop these murderous weapons with great momentum, and even more so the thin leather armor and the delicate body of the ostrich.

Almost every javelin pierced at least two or three people, and while most of them were repetitive, this round of javelins alone cost the steppe people at least more than 6,000 men.

The distance between the two sides was again artificially stretched to more than 600 meters, because within a shorter distance there was hardly a living creature left, neither the steppe people nor their mounts.

This result not only greatly boosted the fighting spirit of the warriors of the Lunbo tribe, but also shook the steppe people, and wavered in whether to continue to charge or retreat.

Maybe they still have confidence in their numbers, or maybe the three captains are cunning and hide behind, not becoming cannon fodder under this round of blows, so they still insist on charging forward, as long as they reach a distance of 200 meters, they are all excellent marksmen, not to mention the advantage of terrain.

They firmly believe that at that point, the winner and loser of the battlefield can be changed immediately, and the small price before that is absolutely bearable.

There are not many others on the grassland, and the most are people, endless people who can be killed.

But this time they didn't rush directly to the team so stupidly, and after a simple adjustment, hundreds of thin but fast figures suddenly rushed out of the ranks.

Avril Avril, the leader of the group, narrowed his eyes and recognized that these were speed-type awakened people, and the cunning steppe people wanted to use these people to disrupt their own defense line and take the opportunity to charge.

Compared to the power awakeners, who can only dominate their own clan, but even ordinary Warders can't beat them, these speed-type awakeners are the most efficient class of soldiers in the steppe warriors.

Even the skinny ones are a little more agile than the Wards, at least the target looks smaller.

Perhaps for the Wardsman Imperial warriors in thick armor, ordinary scimitars made of steel and weak strength could not break through their defenses at all, but for female warriors and Bobo people wearing only leather armor, they were still extremely lethal.

However, before she could arrange for her Awakened to snipe, Murphy's men rushed out at least two hundred and met those Prairie Awakened head-on.

It can be said that the proportion of awakened men who have survived until now is quite high, and this is the result of natural elimination.

The battle between the speed class awakened people began and ended quickly, and before the steppe army behind them rushed to the 400-meter cordon, this local battle between superhumans was already over.

More than a dozen of the Lunbo people fell, but all the awakened ones of the steppe people were in different places.

In the loud cheers of 20,000 Rubo soldiers, the morale of both sides has undergone a fundamental transformation, and even the female warriors who have always looked down on these Rubo people also cheered.

Immediately afterwards, when the steppe people once again carefully wrestled with the traps and traps on the ground, and when the Ai Aidi struggled to a distance of more than 200 meters and had begun to bend their bows and arrows, the female warriors of the Maga Regiment also shot the wooden arrows in their hands, along with 5,000 Lubo archers.

If it weren't for the fact that the captured steppe people's wooden bows were too narrow and awkward to use, this number might have tripled, and the people of this group of mountains were also excellent hunters.

The combination of high and low, far and near, the bows and arrows of completely different materials of the Maga regiment and the Lunbo people formed a good complement, and suppressed the bows and arrows of the opposite steppe people in all directions.

Countless wooden arrows collided in the sky, and the occasional fish caught the net into the formation of the Lunbo people, bringing hundreds of casualties.

But these small casualties did not shake the already high morale of the Rubo warriors, for the steppe people on the opposite side were falling in patches, and the situation was much worse.

As the shooting continued, the steppe people's offensive footsteps were firmly blocked at a distance of more than 200 meters, and they could not advance an inch after several struggles.

Until the warning horn sounded, signaling the approaching enemy, the bushes in front of them were already covered with dense corpses, and even a wall of flesh and blood had been erected.

Combined with the thousands of men lost at the beginning, nearly 20,000 steppe warriors fell on the way to charge without even having a chance to wield their scimitars.

The warning horn reminded the steppe people of the central battlefield, and after reorganizing the team, they lost their immediate goal and consciously surrounded here.

If they were allowed to suddenly enter the ranks of the Rimbo warriors from the north, the pressure from the enemy on their backs would likely collapse the team that was just beginning to run in.

So Philip naturally can't let them get their wish, and when to enter which battlefield, or when to let the enemy enter the battlefield, is the basic ability to measure a good commander.

Along the way, these steppe people endured the endless harassment of the three Maga regiments led by Zoya, and it took a full quarter of an hour to cover a distance of just a few kilometers.

But after a quarter of an hour's delay, it was too late.

The warriors of the Ryu Bo tribe who heard the warning horn also changed from the rear team to the front team under Murphy's order, and turned upside down.

In addition to the phalanx of about 5,000 people left behind, which continued to release a rain of arrows to the southwest, the other more than 16,000 people lined up in a neat queue to face the galloping steppe army.

With the victory just now, even if there is no trap to block them this time, they are much calmer.

The approaching steppe army began to pick up speed, and although they didn't have time to form a formation, they were fed up with the harassment of the female warriors of the Maga Regiment and decided to take out their anger on the group of slaves.

But the steppe people made a mistake, they seemed to have forgotten something.

Just as they had turned the last hill and were less than 500 meters away from the Lunbo, a dense rain of arrows once again covered their heads.

More than a thousand people on the edge fell to the ground, but the steppe people ignored it, and in another minute they could rush into the array of slaves.

After the melee, the bow and arrow salvo loses its meaning.

There was nothing wrong with thinking so, but they all ignored where the team of 2,000 big men who had disappeared before had gone.

I heard Arthur in the sky let out a thunderous roar, and from the exit of a valley suddenly ran a tall figure riding a horned deer, and then a figure riding a beastly dragon, three, four, a dozen, hundred......

Spears, spears, and spears, as they ran, all the big men raised their ankle-thick spears in their hands, and slammed them down the slope into the ranks of the steppe people.

Due to the previous harassment, the men and horses on the steppe people's side fell scattered and scattered, causing them to not form a defensive formation at the first time.

The heads of many spears were not cleaned at all, and the scattered branches of the trees swept the steppe people in front of them like a big broom, and then they were trampled under the feet of the heavy beast body.

Although the mounts of the Great Men are mottled and not fast enough, they are all majestic beasts.

Especially the beast dragons, their thick armor-like skin ignored the steppe people's tiny wooden arrows, and the horns of their heads formed a second cutting line behind the spears, causing the opposite steppe people to fly far away with a scream at the slightest touch.

Although the steppe people were numerous enough and their formations were dense enough, most of them shrank in the valleys and rivers of the lowlands, and were quickly killed by a crossing.

When more and more big men found that there was no one in front of them, they gently tugged on the ears of their partners under them, and then changed directions and killed back again along the direction of the valley river.

The procession of the steppe people was completely divided into two parts, and about seven or eight thousand people in front looked back at a loss, waiting for orders.

The more than 20,000 people behind followed the different orders of several captains, and some scattered in the queue and withdrew into the dense forest, avoiding the head-on impact of the heavy cavalry man.

Some stuck where they were, constantly shooting cold arrows into the chaos.

The men began to suffer casualties, but they still rushed forward according to Philip's orders.

Philip's order to them was simple, that is, to rush wherever there were many people, tearing the array of steppe people into countless small pieces.

All they had to do was protect their relatively fragile heads and mechanically follow the knights in front of them to charge forward, without worrying about the movements and killing effects of their hands.

There was no need for weapons, their thick spears and their enormous weight were the most effective weapons, nothing could stop the charge of a pair of heavy cavalry weighing more than two tons.

The steppe people's proud ferret's mount was as fragile as a baby in front of these behemoths, reduced to a mass of flesh by the violent impact and subsequent stampede.

Philip's order worked, and when the leader Victor found no one in front of him again, the entire steppe formations completely shattered.

At this time, they did not continue to charge, but gathered on a small hill under the command of Philip, joined the 3rd Maga Regiment, and disappeared again into the dense forest, where they did not know where they went.

They left behind at least 7,000 bloody corpses, including two captains.

The 1st and 2nd Maga regiments still cooperated with the 5,000-man archery regiment left behind to block the attack of the steppe people on the southern front, and the part of the steppe people who had lost their numerical advantage also cowered and did not dare to move forward, and finally remembered to start to detour to both sides.

The 15,000 soldiers of the Rubo tribe, who had long been unable to hold back, rushed into the chaotic steppe Chinese army with an earth-shattering shout.

Without the cover of the heavy formation, the dense woods also made them lose their speed, and the Ryubo, who was slightly superior in individual combat effectiveness, unscrupulously vented the anger of the previous captivity and humiliation.

The detour of the steppe people in the south made more and more female warriors of the Maga Regiment put down their bows and arrows, and they discussed it, and simply left the first regiment to block the southern front, and Sasha led the second regiment to split into more than a dozen brigades, shuttling around the periphery of this melee land.

As soon as they found out where the steppe people began to assemble, or broke and fled, they were covered with a rain of arrows, and they were blocked in the mountains and forests within a radius of several kilometers with the help of the Rubo warriors.

The melee in the dense forest made the people of the mountains like fish in water, and even though the two sides were equal in number, the resistance of the steppe people lasted less than a quarter of an hour before it was completely defeated.

The turning point of the incident stemmed from a standoff between the mountain realms, where a surviving captain quietly gathered more than 2,000 troops.

Then using more than a hundred awakened people and their beast pets to launch a counter-charge.

This tactic worked well at first, driving the Bo people out of the hill in one fell swoop, but how could such a huge change hide from those eyes in the sky.

Although the steppe people's pets continued to harass him, after Philip killed the four largest white eagles, the other birds and beasts refused to move forward, no matter how much the steppe people below scolded him.

Philip informed Murphy and guided the line of attack in the air.

Murphy sent out his own personal guard, which was a high-end combat force of 100 Awakened Ones.

Under the frantic counterattack of these people, the awakened people of the steppe people were slashed and killed in one face, and then with them as arrowheads, the reserve force of 2,000 people was killed.

When they took the hill with a triumphant cheer, Philip knew the battle was over.

One point is particularly worth mentioning, although they were a little unpleasant to each other before, but after a few battles, the warriors of the Lubo tribe consciously rescued the Gaoshan clan men who had fallen from their horses and besieged them before, and gathered behind them to form a team and kill the nearby steppe people.

This kind of high-low team is extremely efficient, and there is no kind of head-to-head battle of thousands of people in the mountains and forests, but more small warbands composed of hundreds or dozens of people.

The Rubo warriors covered the Great Han, who automatically attracted the steppe people to gather together, and then wielded heavy maces and giant axes to sweep away a fan-shaped gap, and the Rubo warriors rushed into the gap, making it difficult for the steppe people who had lost their sharpness to parry their crazy attacks.

This also reminded Philip in the sky, it seems that this tactic completely makes up for the lack of numbers of the Gaoshan Clan's heroes, and greatly enhances the battlefield survival rate of both sides.

Even this tactic was formed spontaneously by the fighters, without the need for him to do any ideological work in particular.

The number of steppe people was visibly decreasing to the naked eye, and the warriors of the Rimbo tribe cleared the battlefield hill after hill, and the originally balanced battle situation began to tilt in their favor.

Seeing that only the last two hills were still stubbornly resisting, Philip patted Arthur on the body and flew not far to the north.

At the same time, the female warriors of the 1st and 2nd Maga regiments once again began a large-scale battlefield transfer, leaving the finishing touches here to Murphy.

These warriors of the Lubo tribe did not have the qualities of the warriors of the Alpine Ward Clan, and this kind of large-scale tactical maneuver prohibited by the order was not even thought of with their current military qualities.

Murphy gave Philip a reassuring gesture and took over the command.

At this moment, he stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the magnificent war scenes, feeling the taste of victory, and for the first time a wave of ambition emerged from the bottom of his heart.

No matter how many of the Rubo warriors die in this battle, the remaining ones will be integrated into a force to be reckoned with, and he must be the one who holds this power on the surface.

Philip didn't have time to understand Murphy's feelings, there was still a battle in the Northeast that he needed to pay attention to, and it was also the highlight of today's big battle.

The only suspense is whether the imperial soldiers of Tieyan Pass arrived at the battlefield as agreed.

His Maga regiment and the Great Han had been fighting for a whole hour, and although the losses were not large, the bows and arrows had been exhausted, and even if they could eat these tens of thousands of steppe people, the casualty rate would definitely increase dramatically, which was not what he wanted to see.

He didn't care how many people died in the Rubo Clan, but these warriors of the Alpine Ward Clan, especially those women of the Maga Clan, played a pivotal role in his follow-up plans, and even one of them was very distressed.