Obviously, whether it is weight, strength or taste, the Bruce side has an absolute advantage.

With an unbearable twisted expression on his face, the steppe man fell backwards, knocking over several of his comrades behind him along the way.

The steppe formations visibly dented backwards in a large chunk like a hot blade cutting into butter.

After nearly half a month of traveling to the cave, in addition to rushing day after day, Bruce practiced his awakening ability in his spare time, but also summed up some experience, and used it much more flexibly.

I saw him rush forward a few steps, and roared at the steppe people, like a roar like a wild lion resounded through the earth, and the steppe people in the fan-shaped area of sixty or seventy meters in front of him seemed to have been immobilized magic, or they were shocked to break their eardrums, covered their ears and fell to the ground, except for a few awakened people who could barely stand, all of them lost the ability to resist.

This is the first time Philip has seen his cousin's wild lion roar used in the battle array, and sure enough, as he expected, in the face of this dense iron bucket array, his ability is simply a bug, and it is a sharp weapon for attacking and plundering the city.

Maga rushed in along the gap he had opened, and the Chinese soldiers guarded the flanks of the female warriors, fighting their way through the dense ranks of steppe wolves.

The steppe people in the half position on the flanks also didn't care about hurting their own people, and outflanked this side while releasing cold arrows.

But how could Philip in the sky do what they wanted, he was now like a child who had found his favorite toy, and the incendiary bomb was thrown out of experience, and it became more and more accurate and threatening.

Three or four more incendiary bombs were thrown down, and all but one became a dud, and the others caused great confusion in the dense crowd.

The formation that the grassland people had finally adjusted was chaotic again, and it was divided into more than a dozen pieces of different sizes.

The rest of the warriors stared at the sky in alarm, terrified with each movement of Philip, some fivainly shooting their bows and arrows into the sky, some retreating, others dodging the edges, and the strength of the frontal defense was reduced by at least half.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the soldiers of the Lubo tribe behind also attacked with all their troops, and rushed in with thousands of cavalry as arrows.

Philip could see clearly in the sky, and on his left was the cavalry and the middle legion of the Maga regiment, all the way to the back of the horse and no one could stop them.

On the right was the cavalry regiment of the Lubo tribe, although the impact was a little weaker, but the number was large enough, and it drove straight under the cover of the bows and arrows of the second and third regiments of the Maga in the back.

The entire attack posture is clearly hierarchical, the division of labor is clear, and the killing efficiency is extremely high.

In addition, he sprinkled a rain of fire in the sky, and whenever the leader of the steppe people gathered his men to organize a counterattack, he threw an oil tank there, interrupting the other party's plan in an instant.

When the Maga regiment and the Chinese soldiers penetrated the thick array, Philip decisively ordered to help the guards and the Chinese soldiers occupy a small ridge 800 meters inside the position under the cover of incendiary bombs.

This can't be called a mountain range, it's just a dirt slope three or four meters high and fifty meters long, which is also the dividing line between the rear army and the front army of the steppe people.

Bruce split a relatively tall and sturdy steppe man in half with a jump, and together with Miledi and Paul, he launched a savage charge that pushed him to the top of the slope with more than two dozen steppe men.

Paul casually picked and killed three speed-type awakened people who rushed towards Bruce, and the thin sword in his hand was like a soul-locking scythe, ghostly wandering between a dozen prairie people, causing their movements to freeze instantly, and then collapsed to the ground like a noodle, no more sound.

On the other side, Milady has a different style, sweeping with a huge shield in his hand, turning five or six attacking steppe people into gourds rolling on the ground, and then regardless of the clanging arrows on his body, every time he chops, either cutting the steppe people into the air, or cutting people with mounts in half, fierce as a monster.

After forty or fifty Chinese soldiers had rushed up the gentle slope, Bruce once again unleashed the roar of a lion and led the warriors to launch a resolute charge downward.

This charge pushed the line forward fifty or sixty meters, killing at least two thousand men, before slowly retreating under Philip's orders.

Then the shield-wielding warriors lined up in two rows on the top of the gentle slope that had been completely cleared, covering the three regiments of Maga behind them to continue to clear the steppe wolves in the melee.

At this time, Philip found that the advance of the Libo army on the right seemed to have slowed down, forming a stalemate with the steppe people, and the steppe people in the rear had already assembled on a hill, led by a big man in gorgeous iron armor, who seemed to have a good identity.

He looked at the few remaining oil tanks and decided to do a big deal, and at the same time completely liberate his combat power, after spending the initial novelty, always hiding in the sky and throwing bombs down has made him a little tired, it seems that he is more suitable to be a knight than an aviation.

He flew over the gang and repeated his trick, and the lit net fell vertically with a whistling sound and smashed into the crowd.

The steppe man below seemed to be really a big man, and he didn't have time to dodge, so he lay on the ground, and a group of samurai who seemed to be personal guards surrounded him, and even pounced on him.

The yellow-green flames accompanied the explosion, covering a radius of more than a hundred meters, clearing a huge, charred clearing.

But the leader of the steppe people, who was under the heavy protection of his own guards, was really not dead, he was pulled out of the burning corpse, and shouted and cursed to Philip in the sky.

Naturally, Philip swooped down on Arthur's body, trying to break him.

But the leader was very cunning, and when he saw that something was wrong, he slipped into the crowd and disappeared again.

Philip had a faint feeling that this officer, who was a bit greedy for life and afraid of death, might be the supreme commander of this unit, as long as he found a way to catch or kill him, there would definitely be unexpected effects.

Although the shock wave from the explosion just now could not be compared with the one before the New Red Moon Pass, it still sounded like thunder, shaking the enemies within two hundred meters of the surrounding area.

Under Philip's volley, the 2nd Maga Regiment fired three volleys at this place, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the stubborn defense of the steppe people finally began to develop in the direction of rout.

One, five, dozen, hundred, ten......

When the third round of arrow rain fell from the 2nd Maga Regiment, the entire front of the steppe people began to run backwards, and the Lubo army chasing behind also began to take advantage of the situation to cover up, and their morale was like a rainbow.

Philip was looking for the figure in iron armor in the sky, and since he dared to provoke him, he would have to bear the consequences.

Dang Sen was very frightened now, and secretly looked at the silver figure that was wandering around in the sky, and he was keenly aware that his momentary frivolity seemed to have caused a huge trouble.

The other party was obviously eyeing him, so he became more and more cautious, and even took off the gorgeous armor and changed the clothes of his own guard.

As the commander of the 200,000-strong defensive line, he was still complacent about not having to face the danger to the north.

In this campaign, as the eldest prince of the Holy Beast Tribe, the largest tribe in the southern grassland, he led the 800,000 warriors in the tribe to embark on the journey.

He fantasizes about one day being able to gallop through the rich territory of the Wardsmann Empire, burning, killing and looting, and accumulating enough material wealth and political capital for his future throne with his life and blood.

Unfortunately, like several other heirs of the noble tribes, they followed Daxun Mingge all the way, so that their troops were cut off by the giants to the south, and only half of them came.

Since then, the road in front of them has not seemed to be as smooth as they imagined.

It was good that they were scarce, and even if they were few, they would not starve, but a rabble that appeared out of nowhere ate hundreds of thousands of their subordinates in a matter of days.

Especially the heirs of the great tribes who had been calling him brothers a few days ago, except for one of whom had escaped by chance, the rest had been turned into an ice sculpture in the glacier that night, or a pile of rotting flesh on the riverbank.

That's nearly 200,000 people, more than 200,000 steppe warriors, not 200,000 stupid ostriches.

Dang Sen admitted that he was afraid, and for the first time in his life, he felt that even if he was surrounded by a large army, he could not eliminate the fear in his heart.

What about the third-level awakening, and what about wearing special steel armor, didn't you see that the three legendary-level air knights also hated the sky.

Looking at the devil-like figure in the sky, Dang Sen regretted that he didn't take off this armor in the first place.

Looking at the ornate appearance of the armor and the intricately carved patterns on it, Dang Sen wondered why he had been so precious to it before that he was reluctant to take it off even when he was eating and resting.

There were no men of his in the Battle of the Riverbank, and half of his men and horses were handed over to his lieutenants, who were now confronting the great men of the Alpine Ward Clan in the Merlin Valley.

The remaining half also lost some in the siege, and the 200,000 people in front of him were the only money he had left to save his life.

Daxun Mingge is destined to take care of him, because of his prominent status, so he will stay in the rear, responsible for the defense line in the rear, instead of consuming strength in the cruel battlefield like a meat grinder in front.

But now, Dang Sen suddenly realized that this may not be a good errand, and he seems to have a big deal.

He snatched the guard's hat and put it on his head indiscriminately, and then drove the guard in the ornate armor far away before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Philip looked at the fewer and fewer steppe people, and also breathed a sigh of relief, the war was really fought with money and equipment.

With a few thousand of the Rimbo Guards wearing metal armor, the casualties really dropped to a low level, and the killing efficiency also increased a lot.

In less than an hour, there were not many of the 70,000 or 80,000 steppe people left in the front, and the three major maga regiments had already begun to sort out their formations and pressed towards the rear defense line.

He didn't dare to fly too low, although Arthur was fast enough to ignore the opponent's bow and arrow, he could clearly feel that after two weight-bearing flights, the legendary unicorn had lost most of its physical strength, and even the frequency of its wings flapping had slowed down.