The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 1088: A successful case worthy of being included in textbooks?
"Don't be afraid! Follow me! Line charge!" As if he knew what Ravian was thinking, Omsk shouted loudly. The knights instinctively and quickly formed a vertical line with Omsk as the vanguard, with only two or three knights in each line.

"Charge! Glory! For the Empire!" Omske raised his lance high, its sixth-tier sharpness hurting the eyes.

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"Good heavens! A small loop cut! That's incredibly skillful and daring!" Marquis Al-Tegran Franz murmured. Did he not know the composition of the Bauhinia Cross Knights, even if others did? The fact that a knightly order could use a small loop cut only showed that Omske had absolute confidence.

"Won't it cut into the dwarves?" Roland asked with some fear, looking at the "Great Luck" engine that had reached its maximum power. The Knights' Charge was a massacre when it cut through the flanks of infantry, whether it was cutting into others or accidentally injuring itself, especially when it started charging and couldn't stop...

"It shouldn't be..." Thranduil, who always disliked Thorin, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. The situation on the battlefield was quite clear: Mogus's Knights' charge clearly left enough room to keep at least tens of meters away from the dwarves' shield wall, but Omske and Ravian's group seemed to be heading straight for the dwarves...

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"Your Majesty, there's a murderous aura! It feels like they're coming for us!" Dvalin said in surprise.

"No, didn't you see the distance between them and us?" Thorin said dismissively. Although his eyes weren't rulers, he could still clearly sense the distance!
"Then what about over there?" Dvalin looked to his right.

"Roland!!!" Thorin only had time to scream "Roland!" before a torrent of steel swept across his face...

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"Murder! You're insane! Roland! Your knights charged right up to my nose! You're mad!" Thorin roared, gripping the seam of Roland's breastplate. His glaring eyes made Roland turn his head away. After all, Thorin had been quite frightened. The Knights of the Bauhinia Cross had practically pushed past the dwarves' shield wall, and the dwarves had even taken a step back from the shield wall.

"Ahem, just tell me how effective it is! It directly cuts you off from the battlefield! How's the battlefield division? Didn't it allow the dwarves to quickly retreat from the battlefield?" Roland said stubbornly.

"If you hadn't retreated quickly, Caslo's Storm Wings would have landed on your heads!" Roland said righteously, slapping Thorin's hand away before he could speak.

"???" Thorin was speechless for a moment, then became even angrier after a few seconds. "You damn forbidden spell was aimed directly at our shield wall! Doesn't that make us even more deserving of death!"

Roland and Thorin were still shifting blame to each other, while Aragorn was completely stunned. The sight of his ancestors rising from the ground was already awe-inspiring, but the roaring attacks of his ancestors had left the young man in his twenties utterly exhausted. Then, a forbidden spell sent his ancestors and tombstones crashing down together, delivering what could be considered the final blow. Aragorn was so devastated that he no longer knew what the world was like.

"Calm down, Aragorn, we need you! Your people need you!" Legolas noticed Aragorn's distraught state and quickly came over to comfort him. After all, the ancestors had been flaunted in their colorful clothes again, and who could stand that?
“Those were the ancestors of the kingdom…those are no longer the ancestors of the kingdom…” Aragorn muttered these two sentences over and over again, looking completely distraught. This power that transcended life and death had truly shocked him!
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"General, you're amazing! We actually succeeded in precisely cutting into the inner battlefield! I never expected that our first battle after the reconstruction of the Bauhinia Knights would end with such a glorious result! This must be recorded in the legion's history!" Ravian rubbed his hands together excitedly. What was this? This was a victory! As the legion commander, he was immensely proud!
"Tsk tsk tsk! I didn't realize the Knights of the Champions were so skilled!" Caslo couldn't help but praise them. The tactical maneuvers they had just executed were perfect and beautiful, worthy of being described as a flawless operation in the Imperial textbooks. "Shh! Don't shout!" Omske took off his helmet, but his face was unusually pale.

“We just made a mistake! I miscalculated the distance! We should have been at least four or five body lengths away from the shield wall! If the dwarf's shield wall hadn't taken a step back, we would have already cut right up to it!” Omske’s face turned green.

"???" Ravian's eyes popped out in shock.

"Huh? So it was a mistake!" Caslo's hand trembled, then his ears twitched and his body shook. He had overheard Thorin and Roland's conversation. No wonder Thorin looked like he was about to die; he had almost met his match.

"Roland! I almost saw Turin just now!" Thorin's roar could still be faintly heard from the other side.

"Shh! Keep it down! Keep a low profile! Damn it! I overestimated the teamwork of the newly formed knightly order!" Omske said regretfully. In fact, Omske felt something was wrong after the battle began. Even with his leadership, the knights behind him started to veer towards the dwarves in the entire charge. Omske didn't know what the dwarves were thinking when their lances were whizzing past them, but he was almost scared to death. The knightly order's flanking attack on the infantry ranks, even if it was a shield wall composed of professionals, would absolutely kill the first rank of infantry. Unless they were high-ranking, there would be no way to leave any survivors. Just look at those skeletons with their armor and bodies shattered!

"By the Dragon God! That was an accident! I thought you had predicted it?" Lavian looked at Omske in shock. So, after all that, they had really been dancing on the edge of a knife?
"I'll let it go, but you've all gone off track!" Omske and Ravian exchanged a glance and said with a pained expression.

"..." Caslo blinked, unsure how to respond. Weiss, standing to the side, had curled up into a ball, but the shrugging of his shoulders and the perked-up ears indicated that the boy was secretly watching their conversation.

"Forget it, don't tell them! The Knights are riding high right now. They're even discussing how they think they're on par with the veteran Knights! They might even be comparable to the Holy Light Knights! Let's not dampen their morale!" Omske said dejectedly. Their morale was high; if they were told the truth, the Knights would be ruined! Omske didn't want to break the backbone of a Knights order…

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"So... when Thorin said he almost died, it wasn't an adjective but a factual description, right?" Roland looked at the two people in front of him with their heads down, his face dark.

“Yes, Your Majesty, I can explain…” Omsk tried to struggle.

“Enough! General Omske, there’s no point in explaining now. Go back and have them train hard, at least make their strength match their ambition!” Marquis Al-Tegran Franz said, standing beside Roland.

"His meaning is my meaning. Don't tell me you're stupid enough to go to the Knights and tell them the truth so you can make a self-criticism?" Roland nodded, then his gaze sharpened as he thought of a terrible outcome. Anyone with a brain could tell how much of a blow this would be to a new Knights Order!
“We’ve decided to keep it a secret. It doesn’t align with the code of chivalry, but we can’t destroy the spirit of this order…” Omsk shook his head.

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