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

Chapter 292 The General's Battle Robe Stained with Soldiers' Blood (Part 5)
"Charge! Don't stop until you fall! Lagrange awaits us!" Luke Leopold brandished his longsword.

"Brother... I'm leaving!" Merck Leopold silently fastened his helmet, picked up his spear, and turned to leave.

"We'll meet before the Dragon God!" Luke Leopold thumped his chest in a salute.

“We’ll meet again before the Dragon God!” Merck Leopold returned the greeting with a smile.

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"The orcs are retreating! General Luke! Should we notify the Knights to attack?" A legion commander, covered in blood, staggered to Luke's side and said in a hoarse voice.

"No! Keep attacking! The Knights' momentum shouldn't be wasted here!" Luke sighed.

"I understand!" the legion commander sighed.

The entire front line was a tangled mess of blue-green armored infantry and black-armored orcs, blood flowing onto the ground, soaking the entire battlefield… Slowly, as the blood pooled together, winding streams of blood appeared, soon several crimson streams merged into a river of blood! The land, soaked in blood, became muddy, and blood flowed freely across the land outside Lagrange City…

"Forward! Comrades of the Sixth Army! Attack!" Merck Leopold raised his chevaux-de-frise and stood with his soldiers...

"kill!"

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"Report! The entire 79th Army Corps has been annihilated! The corps commander has been killed in action!"

"Report! The entire 31st Army Corps has been annihilated! The corps commander has been killed in action!"

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“General Luke…” Several legion commanders looked at him.

"How many legions do I still have?" Luke Leopold asked, looking at his commanding squad.

"Currently, forty-seven legions have been destroyed as a whole, and nineteen legions are still fighting the orcs. Your reserves consist of one hundred and four legions!" the officer replied honestly.

“Ah! I see… Order the remaining legions to fight when the opportunity arises! Replace any missing units!” Luke Leopold said to the messengers.

"Luke! Where are you going?" Seeing Luke get up and leave the simple command post, several legion commanders chased after him.

"What for? Of course, to teach those orc bastards a lesson!" Luke Leopold casually fastened his helmet, his eyes full of nonchalance.

"That's right! Convey my final order! This battle concerns the survival of the empire! I hope everyone will fight bravely! If my banner falls, the highest-ranking legion commander will raise it! Men! Give it your all!"

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"Merck!" Luke, rushing onto the battlefield, spotted the figure lying on the mountain of corpses, his blue cloak already stained red with blood! Only the Swift Legion's banner behind him fluttered in the wind, its broken body billowing.

“Brother! Are you alright? Oh! Dragon God, my brother!” Luke Leopold hugged his brother tightly, trying to warm him up.

"Brother... never mind, it's no use!" Merck gently lifted the linen robe covering his abdomen, revealing a huge laceration on his right side that exposed his spine, with his shattered internal organs slowly writhing.

"No, no, no! Drink this! Royal Guard! Royal Guard! Take him out!" Luke Leopold frantically pulled out a small crystal bottle containing a precious, high-grade recovery potion.

"Don't waste your time! No priest of rank three or above can save him... Don't fool yourself." Merck gripped Luke's hand tightly.

"No! I will definitely save you!" Luke frantically searched for something, hoping to save his brother's life.

“Oh! Dragon God! Why is my blue cloak black and red? Damn orcs…” Merk Leopold pulled up his cloak and smiled at Luke in a hoarse voice.

"Don't talk! Eat it!" Luke Leopold held up the potion to Merck Leopold's lips. "Don't waste the potion, brother! Look at this cloak... it's stained with the soldiers' blood! We've let them down... the general's robe is stained with the soldiers' blood... one general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand!" Merck murmured, examining the robe in his hand.

"Guards! Take him away! Go find Lord Renault! He's a paladin!" Luke roared.

"Brother, stop struggling... Okay... Okay, live on... Take me home... I want to... Jiliu..." Merck's hand loosened weakly, and a tear slowly rolled down his cheek.

"No! Oh my God!" Luke howled in agony, burying his face in his brother's chest and wailing uncontrollably, tears and blood mingling and staining his face...

After a long while, Luke slowly rose and bowed to his brother who had sacrificed himself.

"Don't worry... we'll all go home!" Luke said through gritted teeth.

"First Legion of the Northern Swift Current! Attack!" Luke drew his longsword and pointed it forward.

"Kill! Charge!"

"Boom boom boom!" As the first rank of infantrymen put down their chevaux-de-frise and began to jog, the uniform sound of their footsteps drew the attention of the orcs who were still grinding meat with the other swift infantry.

"Boom boom boom!" After the first rank of soldiers had run nearly 10 meters, the second rank of soldiers also lowered their chevaux-de-frise and began to jog and accelerate.

"Avoid the impact! Those lunatics are charging at us!"

"Help!"

"Archers! Stop them!"

The orcs who were still fighting panicked. It was clear that the fearless swift infantry had instilled a psychological fear in the orcs with their terrifying charge.

"Thud!" The long chevaux-de-frise passed over the crouching infantry and pierced through the orcs in front of them. Some poor orcs were even pierced through the heart by at least five chevaux-de-frise...

"Retreat! Create distance between us!" Seeing these "butchers" continue pushing the chevaux-de-frise with the corpses hanging on them toward the orcs behind them, all the orcs were terrified and jumped up and down in panic.

"Cut the spear shafts!" Led by some of their commanders, the orcs easily broke the chevaux-de-frise by channeling their battle aura. Before the orcs could even catch their breath, they saw the crazed soldiers quickly discard the broken chevaux-de-frise, raise their shields, grab maces from their waists, and charge forward.

"Kill them! Kill them now!" The orcs were gripped by fear as they watched the fearless swift infantrymen.

"Thud!" With a powerful slash, a swift infantryman was instantly killed by a slash at the shoulder, armor and all. His body was cut in two and fell to the ground, where it was quickly trampled beyond recognition.

Before the orc could raise his knife again, a gleaming mace slammed into the back of his head with the force of splitting a mountain, and the instantaneous pressure even forced his eyes out of their sockets!

"Roar!" With his last muscle memory, the orc swung his blade in a sweeping motion, and three screams rang out! Two Swift Footmen and an orc warrior were simultaneously cut in half at the waist! The orc, now lifeless, collapsed to the ground and was quickly trampled into the earth by countless people.

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"There were no wounded in this battle! Only casualties!" Emperor Karl commented.

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"Fight! Fear not! Keep attacking!" Nearly half a day of all-out attack and the death of his brother had left Luke exhausted, both physically and mentally. He could no longer find his soldiers, but the other soldiers could recognize him as a high-ranking officer by his legionary commander's uniform and the cloak behind him. A large number of scattered soldiers gathered around the legionary commander closest to them and continued to fight. Luke was no exception. He led several hundred men from what heaven knows what legion to call them and fought desperately against the orcs in front of him.

"This is a complete mess!" Luke glanced back casually at the soldiers behind him and couldn't help but complain.

Look! These soldiers bear the insignia of the Swift Dragon Legion, the First Legion of the North led by Luke, as well as the insignia of the Fifty-Second Legion's Striding Hunter Legion, and the Thirtieth Legion, the Sixty-Sixth Legion...

"By the Dragon God! Now I'm really the commander of the Allied Legion!" Luke shook the blood off his head and couldn't help but complain.

(End of this chapter)