But unfortunately, although the newly recruited Lubo people are numerous, as long as the casualty ratio exceeds 30%, they will inevitably mutiniate and disperse, and they should not be counted on as the main force at all.

More than once Philip fantasized about a dozen thermobaric bombs and other weapons of mass destruction, thrown on the heads of the steppe wolves.

No kidding.

There were only a few options in front of him.

One is to rush directly to the Red Moon Pass and establish contact with his father Matthew, but this is almost impossible, not to mention whether he can pass through the heavy troops, even if he reaches the Red Moon Pass, he may not be able to enter.

If it was just for convergence, he might as well enter Tieyan Pass, which would be more convenient to go from the flat road in the pass.

The second is to completely annihilate the main force of the steppe wolf, which is even more unreliable than his direct third-level awakening, so he can only think about it.

The third is that he took Paul and Aph to the meeting single-handedly, beheaded Mingge surrounded by a million troops, leaving the grassland crowd leaderless.

Well, this option is even more amazing than the second one.

Not to mention that he only has a second-level awakening now, even if he is already a paladin......

Well, it seems that the combination of paladins and legendary unicorns is really possible, and the possibility is quite large.

It's a pity that Master Fei doesn't have the consciousness to sacrifice his life for the sake of victory, so he still thinks about it.

The fourth plan is a bit detouring, that is, secretly transfer to the south, and attack the north and south with the Gaoshan Ward tribe on the northern line to take the Merlin River Valley, so that tens of thousands of troops can go south smoothly.

This choice seemed very reasonable, but when he chose to lead the team to take a detour north, this possibility was almost eliminated.

There is only one reason, that is, time is not consumed.

It takes nearly ten days to go back and forth, even if it is very smooth, not to mention that the natural level is easy to defend and difficult to attack, whether it is north or south.

Time, troops, no troops, no time, the reality is so cruel, Philip thought about it, and met the cool and soft gaze of the girl next to him.

Suddenly, Philip laughed and laughed so happily that the people around him were baffled.

Miss Afu even turned her head and secretly touched her face, didn't she wash her face this morning?

Philip gave himself a mouth in his heart, he thought he was who, and when he was boasted a few legends by others, he really thought he was a savior.

His official status was only that of a wing commander, and he may have commanded a little more than a few people, but his responsibility was only to hinder the speed of the steppe attack as much as possible, and to reduce the pressure on his father and the entire legion on the frontal battlefield.

As long as it drags on for half a month, the reinforcements in the rear will arrive one after another, and the second and third lines of defense will be gradually completed.

It is said that according to the results of the reconnaissance, they have now begun to run out of food and start slaughtering mounts to fill their stomachs, and there is no need for cavalry to attack the city anyway.

Is there really someone asking him to exterminate the nearly 2 million steppe people? It's like a joke, and he thinks of himself too seriously, as if he can really use this power to influence the tide of the war.

Therefore, the most reasonable plan is the last one, step by step, like scissors, to cut off the excess branches stretched out by the steppe people, knock out their tentacles that harass them everywhere, and liberate the limited forces of the southern defense line and devote them to the defense of the Red Moon Pass.

Or like a blade for cutting potatoes, thin down the steppe people's heavy forces layer by layer, destroy their baggage provisions, and let them freeze and starve to death in this mountain that is about to be covered with ice and snow.

Thinking of this, Philip suddenly felt that the boulder that was pressing on his heart had been removed, and suddenly his mood was much brighter, and his mind was broadened.

"Thank you!" he said with a smile to Miss Afu.

Although Afu didn't understand why he thanked him, she still showed a bright smile, like a bright and noble lily.

In the afternoon of the same day, Philip ordered Murphy to lead his troops to the northeast to make a feint, and when he had drawn a block of 40,000 men of the Prairie, he led one of them into a valley.

and surrounded the point to send reinforcements, and the 1st Regiment of Maga, which poured down the mountain road, was like the bow of a ship splitting a huge wave, breaking the enemy's formation to pieces, and fled back to the camp to regroup.

Philip did not chase and fight, but calmly ate the 10,000-strong team besieged in the valley, and then took advantage of the chaos and vacuum of the steppe people during this period of time to turn the whole army to the northeast and rush straight to the border.

On the night of the same day, the 60,000-strong team of the steppe people assembled in a mountain pass 80 kilometers west of Hongyue Pass was attacked by Philip's troops who suddenly came from the darkness, and except for one 10,000-person team that escaped in time when the situation was not good, the remaining 50,000 troops were completely annihilated.

At 9 o'clock in the morning of the next day, Philip's unit strangely appeared on the bank of a tributary of the Heishui River, 60 kilometers west of Hongyue Pass, and defeated the four grassland 10,000 people who were cutting wood and boats here, and all the timber and tools were thrown into the river and washed away.

When the steppe people learned of his intentions, they refused to use the tactic of adding oil, and 300,000 people surrounded them from the northeast, east, and southeast, and even temporarily gave up the attack from the medium-risk area to the Guannai, and urgently transferred back the 60,000 troops at the gap on the western border, striving to tighten their pockets and completely block Philip's headquarters in this border area.

Philip flicked a shot, allowing the outnumbered and obviously targeted Lunbo Legion, the 3rd Maga Regiment and the Chinese Army to withdraw to the southwest, and established a blocking line with a ravine.

However, he himself took the first and second regiments of Maga to secretly Chen Cang, and ambushed the 60,000 troops who had surrounded him from the west.

Although it was discovered in advance by the eyes of heaven and failed to complete the work, the sandalwood and rolling stones pushed down from the cliff completely blocked the enemy's path.

Philip personally led the guards and the Maga group to block the retreat behind, and when the enemy who came to the rescue arrived in a roundabout way, the two 10,000 people trapped in the valley had been killed by the condescending Maga 2 regiment with heavy casualties and ambushed corpses.

The enemy pursued and killed, and Philip and Maga retreated as they fought, using the terrain to tear the enemy into a long snake formation.

At this time, the second regiment of Maga, which had withdrawn from the cliff, cut off the enemy from the middle, while Philip led the second regiment of Maga to turn the horse's head and charge in reverse.

The hooves of the black-lipped reindeer tore apart the fragile array of the steppe people, and the sabers in the hands of the girls were like the scythe of death that harvested the souls, until the steppe people who had reorganized the formation and surrounded them arrived, leaving only a bloody slaughter battlefield on the scene.

What's even more terrifying is that Philip orders the girls not to covet the number of kills, and to retreat with one blow, and never drag the mud and water.

As a result, the steppe people lost their strength repeatedly, and when there were only 30,000 men left, at least 10,000 of them were wounded who had lost their ability to move independently.

Knowing that the general trend had turned, the steppe people did not dare to fight, so they hurriedly withdrew eastward, and no longer had the ability to continue harassing and infiltrating medium-risk areas.

Philip did not chase after him, but led his men and horses to the pre-agreed place.

At three o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, after an hour of repair, Philip suddenly struck out from the flank and routed the 20,000 men who were charging in front of the blocking position.

The Lunbo Legion, which had borne most of the pressure of the blockade, retreated westward under the cover of the third regiment of Maga, until it retreated to the second line of resistance.

Twenty thousand people who had been waiting here for a long time had already built a huge wall at the pass with logs, and all the trees within a kilometer radius in front of the wall had been cut down.

When the 260,000-strong pursuers arrived, they were confronted with countless traps and stumbling blocks in the dense forest, and in the mountains, they would always be led by the nose by the Bo people who knew the grass and trees here.

The fierce siege continued throughout the night, and in addition to the Chinese army and the personal guards who had been guarding the city walls, the soldiers of the Lubo and the Maga regiment took turns to fight.

Although the casualties were not small, more than 60,000 people of the steppe were wiped out, and the corpses were piled up under the wall, almost forming a slope as high as the wall, and the remaining 80,000 people were also accustomed to this kind of large army fighting, and transformed into real warriors.

When it was dawn the next day, the steppes finally reached the top of the city in a tentative attack, but all that was left for them was an empty wall.

When the steppe people were standing inside and outside the city walls, Philip had already withdrawn ten kilometers away with the main army, leaving only the three groups of Maga flying kites to lead the steppe people closer here.

At noon that day, when the steppe people found that Philip had built another huge wall, they retreated.

And he retreated very decisively and calmly, with a strict formation, leaving no opportunity for Philip.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Philip gritted his teeth and fought a decisive battle with the main force of the steppe people on the open beach of the tributary of the Blackwater River.

He would never allow these steppe people who had been easily mobilized to retract back into the big turtle shell, and he would swallow the meat that had been bitten off, even if it hurt his stomach.

The previous conservative style of play just didn't want to have too many casualties, and the grassland people finally learned to be smart after suffering several losses one after another.

No longer contemptuous, no longer greedy, but dignified to gather forces and let Philip throw a mouse.

The decisive battle began at sunset, when the steppe people had already erected four pontoon bridges and were following Philip's example and setting up sniper positions to prevent his sneak attack.

When the steppe people had safely crossed the 40,000-strong carapace, they began to slack off a bit, and even began to rush to the pontoon bridge.

At this moment, a silver shadow quietly appeared in the afterglow of the setting sun, it was Philip riding Arthur.

After slashing down five or six giant eagle vultures more than four meters long, he clamped the horse's belly and commanded the legendary unicorn to swoop downward, converting gravity into speed.

In the orange glow, he wears a silver exclusive armor made of special alloys, which wraps his whole body tightly, like a mythical knight.

As he approached the water, Arthur spread his wings to the extreme, using the buoyancy of the water's transpiration to glide instead, and at the same time let out a thunderous hiss from his mouth, which made many of the steppe warriors on the pontoon dizzy and fall down the river, and also deflected the bed crossbow guarding the river.

Philip opened his awakening, and under the enhanced effect of six times the amplitude, he clenched the legendary broadsword in his hand, and with a loud cry in his mouth, he cut off one of the pontoon bridges.

Then shuttled through the rain of arrows in the sky, and once again cut a pontoon bridge into two pieces one after another.

Thousands of steppe people wailed into the water, and soon became powerless to struggle with the low temperature, turning into a pile of cold corpses and drifting downstream.

Philip was hit by at least a dozen arrows, but all of them were bounced off by his armor and were not injured in the slightest.

But at this moment, Arthur was accidentally hit by an arrow, I don't know which steppe awakener's handiwork, but he actually kept up with Arthur's speed, and the finger-thick iron arrow was inserted into Arthur's ass, and bright red blood dripped down the silver hind legs.

The moment he was struck, Arthur let out a scream, and his massive body writhed, nearly throwing Philip off.

Philip had already achieved his goal, so naturally he did not dare to fight, so he hurriedly grabbed the reins, clamped the horse's belly and flew quickly downstream, leaving the range of the steppe people.

Arthur seemed to remember that encounter when he was a child, flapping his wings and taking advantage of the huge updraft on the surface of the water to fly back into the sky.

"Got it, got it, go back and I'll help you say a few nice words to Natalie. Philip calmed the stuffiness in his chest, the violent shaking in the air just now made him feel a little dizzy, and his chest was also a little stuffy, it seemed that he had to continue to practice if he wanted to become a qualified air knight.

Listening to Arthur's grumbling muttering, he slapped him on the neck a few times and soothed, then looked to the west bank of the river.

Beyond the river beach, in the dense forest, a deafening shout of killing rang out as two pontoon bridges turned into broken wooden rafts drifting along the water.

The steppe people did not know how to build a good walled city, as Philip discovered when he eliminated the enemy at the assembly points on the Western Front.

Or in their minds, the standard for building a good defensive fortress is only to be able to withstand the attack of the steppe people, not the Wards.

Not to mention the fact that the terrain here is flat and undefendable, what is the use of the wooden walls erected more than five meters high along the long river beach?

Perhaps it was also because the steppe people had long been accustomed to attacking, and they had simply forgotten what kind of terrifying strength the Ward soldiers would exert when they switched from passive defense to active attack.

Giant warriors and wall-capable warriors of Philip's Guardian rushed to the first row, wearing sturdy armor and holding huge shields in their hands, and marched forward against the fire of the steppemen.

A rain of ballistas and arrows crackled down on their bodies and shields, but they didn't have any real effect at all, other than a slight pause in their steps.

Not to mention, the not-so-dense woods here also provide cover, so that neither side's long-range firepower has a chance to exert its maximum power.

The other Wardsman Imperial warriors hid under their protection, and together they held a full 30 pointed logs that were more than one and a half meters thick and twenty meters long, and slammed into the thin wooden wall with a thunderous force.

Violent clashing echoed throughout the blockade, and at least 20 wooden walls were knocked over or broken in a single charge, and the rest only lasted twice at most.

The armoured soldiers took the lead and rushed in with the steppe people crushed under the wooden walls, quickly clearing the enemy within ten meters on both sides and making way for the breach.

Then the rumbling hooves of the beasts sounded, and the heroic knights poured in along the open passageway, one after the other, in two columns, and made a bloody path through the crowd, and slaughtered them on the river beach two kilometers away.

The commander of the steppe people did not give the order at the first time, and was a full minute late.

He may have been a little dazed, and he didn't expect that the defense line he had carefully built would be so unbearable.

He heard the mournful screams of his subordinates before they died, and also heard the loud bang of the wooden wall when it collapsed, but he couldn't believe it was so simple, and he was still anxiously waiting for the news from the heavenly eyes, hoping that the situation was not so bad that it would make him breathe a sigh of relief.

But this short minute was enough for the knights of the Maga group to slaughter into the dense crowd of steppe people with a thunderous momentum.

If the leader of the steppe people can order a counter-charge at this time, then they can definitely squeeze out the female knights who have not yet formed a scale with an absolute numerical advantage and a large number of troops.

But it was this short minute that changed the direction of the entire battle.

As the female knights charged, people were constantly being dragged off their mounts, but more knights poured in from the gaps, which numbered 30.

The steppe people, under the leadership of their respective captains, reacted differently.

Some of them were very decisive, and rolled back towards the knights, and then they were knocked into the air, spitting blood and falling into the crowd of knives, but they also succeeded in slowing down the knights, and gradually formed a melee situation.

Some were very steady, moving to both sides, avoiding the frontal collision, waiting for the opportunity to move, but ignoring that the number of people here was too crowded, and they were crowded together with the other 10,000 people.

Others were a little frightened, did not give the order in time, or were waiting for the late order of the big leader, and were scattered in formation and made a mess.

Of course, most of them, especially those near the riverside ferry, began to frantically flock to the two remaining wooden bridges.

Philip looked down from the sky, and the dense crowd on the ground gradually formed a situation of dogs' teeth, you have me, I have you.

The female knights' charge also achieved different results, some had already penetrated half, some had been pressed back into the gap, and some had already penetrated the entire formation, almost reaching the river.

In general, it is a situation in which the middle is stalemate and backward, and the two wings fly together.

He swapped into a bow and arrows and began to search the crowd for the position of the leader of the steppe people.

At this time, the leader of the steppe people had already reacted, and was just about to give the order to organize a counterattack, but he was thrown to the ground by his subordinates, and at the same time two guards fell, pierced by a thick arrow.

He didn't care about commanding anymore, and was wrapped in panicked guards and moved towards the pontoon, and when he found that this place seemed more dangerous, he was already caught up in the crowd of people, struggling.