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

A gentle breeze fluttered the flags on the Lulong Pass, their crimson tassels swaying in the wind. In the distance, wisps of black smoke rose from the earth—the bonfires lit by the orcs…

“They’re making engineering machines!” Apophis Breo sighed. The dense forest of the Dark Forest provided these orcs with natural materials. Trees as thick as a person were everywhere. Just a few trees would be enough to make a simple siege engine.

"Keep a close eye on them! Don't let them have a chance to breach the city gate!" Renault glanced over.

“Although I don’t think they can do it!” Renault added. How could a city gate engraved with magic arrays and a city wall built of magic-patterned stone bricks be destroyed by a few simple battering rams?

"I'm more worried about the gatebreakers among those giant trolls than the battering rams!" Renault said helplessly, looking at the orc army in the distance. He still vividly remembered the scene when those giant trolls smashed through the walls of the Vale Kingdom!
"I'll keep a close eye on them! If they dare to show up, I'll have the Meteor Dragon Tower wipe them out!" Apophis Breo declared immediately. Although using the Meteor Dragon Tower to attack those things was a bit of a waste, using ordinary steel arrows to strike high-threat single targets was actually quite cost-effective!

"Yeah, don't let them get close! Even one hit would shake us up!" Renault nodded. If the giant trolls were to smash a hole in the Lulong Fortress, Roland would probably kill him when he got back!
"I'll go up there and keep watch! These hundred spearmen and shieldmen are yours! As for how to fight... it's up to you!" Renault turned his head away, but in the end he decided to give the heir of the King's Landing a chance. As for whether he could fight well, that was up to his own fate.

"Thank you, General Renault!" Apophis Breo said gratefully. The King's Landing family, now back, did not have the strength and ability to match its former status. In fact, the title of Grand Duke of King's Landing had been lost. If Apophis Breo wanted to stand out, he could only exchange it for military merits. Even training the King's Landing knights, who were famous throughout the North, could increase his influence. Unfortunately, the current Kingdom of Lagrange did not have the conditions for this.

Without the support of an army, Apophis Breo, as the last bloodline of House King's Landing, only had 16 King's Landing Knights to rely on! This was a right granted to House King's Landing by previous emperors. These King's Landing Knights were Apophis Breo's private army, which not only Reno had no right to command, but even Roland could not order them around. After all, in this world where my vassal's vassal is not my vassal, the only one who could mobilize them was Apophis Breo!
……

“The enemy is closing in again!” Apophis Breo sighed.

"Release the arrows!" Renault continued to rain down arrows without a care.

"Damn it! We can't let this go on! General Renault, we can't just abandon the outer walls like this!" Apophis Breo keenly sensed that the orcs couldn't be allowed to scale the fortress so easily! Even if it was just the outer walls!
“Our soldiers can barely hold the inner wall!” Renault looked at Apophis Breo with a distressed expression. Didn’t he know? This historical governor of the North was second to none in military skill. The current embarrassing situation could only be described as—even a skilled cook can’t cook without rice!
"Damn! The men of King's Landing can still fight! The Lions of King's Landing are not all dead! The knights of King's Landing will not allow others to trample on our honor!" Apophis Breo said firmly, gripping the hilt of his sword.

"..." Renault raised an eyebrow, never expecting Apophis Breo to have this kind of awareness? When arranging the battle, he had deliberately avoided the knights of House King's Landing. Although they were also under the kingdom's rule, they were only loyal to Apophis Breo, the sole heir of House King's Landing. Renault had no right to interfere. He never expected that Apophis Breo would not preserve his family's strength and would bring out the King's Landing cavalry right from the start? A royal flush right from the start? Could the orcs handle it?
Renault's gaze swept over Apophis Breo and the group of tin cans behind him, his expression softening. Very good! The blood of the King's Landing is still hot; it seems the orcs are about to experience a pleasant surprise.

"Be careful! If things get too difficult, retreat! Lagrange cannot lose the Lion of King's Landing, just as the Elves cannot lose Rivendell!" Renault patted Apophis Breo on the shoulder to encourage him.

"Don't worry! I can't possibly die in this poor, run-down place! I certainly can't die at the hands of trash like orcs! I still have the mission of reviving my family to complete!" Apophis Breo said arrogantly.

Looking at Apophis Breo's raised face and his radiant blond hair, Renault suddenly felt an urge to stop him...

……

Lagrange Calendar. Fifth Age, Year 2375!
50 miles west of Lagrange!

"Is this really how it has to be?" Renault clenched his fists. "We've already run out of options!" The man with long, brilliant blond hair shook his head with a wry smile.

“But…” Renault wanted to say something more.

"No buts... We don't have time... The Empire's time is running out..."

"I'm not like you. I'm just a commoner. I've done pretty well to get to this position in my life! Renault, go boldly! The world will see your greatness! Save this shattered country!" The man chuckled as he began to don his armor: heavy blue plate armor, a huge steel shield, and a three-meter-long mithril chevaux-de-frise!
"No! Wait! There must be another way!" Renault's eyes were red.

"Wait for what? Wait for Lagrange to fall? Wait for His Majesty to die? There is no other way! 50 people... just right!" The man tightened his arm guards with zip ties, but the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

“We still have the Knights! We still have the Allied Forces! We still have…” Renault argued, grabbing the man.

"Enough! Renault! You are the only hope for the North and the Empire! Be rational! We have nothing!" The man roared, grabbing Renault's collar.

“We only have 50 Swift Infantry! All you can do is trust us!” The man released his grip, and Renault plopped down on the ground.

“The Knights can break through… so can the Allied Forces…” Renault muttered to himself.

"And then what? Sacrifice the only main force of the knights? Let us ordinary cannon fodder enter the city? Or rely on the fighting power of the allied forces? Dragon God! They even brought peasants (Which lord player is so powerful? That's incredible! See you in the military court!)!" the man said angrily.

“Trust me! Renault! We can do it! We can definitely get you and the Knights of the North in! Please trust me just this once? I beg you in the name of the Commander of the Swift Infantry Legion! Trust us! Trust this army!” The man’s eyes softened.

“You will die! This is not a battle you should be involved in! Those orc professionals are not someone you can fight!” Renault shouted.

“Governor! This is not a problem for you to worry about. You only need to think about how to stabilize Lagrange City and protect the royal family!” The man smiled easily and casually.

"Don't forget! Why we are the Swiftwater Infantry! We may not be professionals... but we were born here! The Swiftwater River nurtured us, and no one can trample on our mother river... or her land, under our protection!" The man donned his gear and resolutely turned to leave, not glancing at Renault again. Behind him, the Northern Governor Renault knelt helplessly on the ground, weeping bitterly...

"Woo woo woo~" Accompanied by the sound of horns and the rushing waves of the swift river, this army of 50 men surged madly toward the heavily besieged city of Lagrange, just like their mother river.