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

"What's the situation now?" Renault, covered in blood, was fighting Apophis Breo on the outer wall.

"The situation is dire! Most of the spearmen are seriously injured and no longer able to fight! The King's Knights are struggling alone! Their stamina and battle spirit are severely depleted!" Apophis Breo gasped as he looked at Renault.

"Where are the Battanian archers?!" Renault frowned. The Battanian archers were their only hope! Without the cover of arrows, the Lulong Fortress was as alluring as a naked maiden!

"The Battanian archers are all in good condition! The arrow towers have successfully protected them!" Apophis Breo reported to Renault.

"We can't stay here any longer! We have to retreat to the upper level of the city!" Renault sighed, frowning as he watched the endless stream of orcs pouring in.

These troublesome orcs constantly drew the attention of the defenders and wore them down with feints from all sides. The scattered orcs prevented all the arrow towers from firing at each other, which greatly reduced the killing efficiency of the arrow towers on the fortress!
"Be careful to avoid attacks! We're heading to the hidden troop cave!" Renault ordered.

"Bang!" A simple magic signal flare exploded, immediately attracting the attention of some of the guards.

"Send a squad! Open a passage for the general and his men! Let them retreat!" The commander of the Battanian snipers watched the rising signal flare.

"Creak~ Creak!" The ear-piercing sound of the winch and chains scraping against each other rang out, and a hidden troop cave was slowly pulled up.

"Let's go! Let's go!" Renault looked at the opened hiding place and immediately pulled the King's Landing knight next to him inside.

"Quickly! Get out of this hellhole!" Apophis Breo and Reno stayed behind to cover the rear, using their shields to block the incoming arrows.

"Let's go! Let's go too!" Renault glanced at the soldiers who were now safe, sighed, and immediately left the outer city with Apophis Breo, covering each other's movements.

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"Battle formation deployed!" Luke Leopold gasped as he watched the orcs swarming like ants besieging a city. He turned his head with difficulty to look at the six thousand troops behind him, then at the orcs surrounded by the heavy army, before firmly issuing the order to attack!

“Yes, sir!” replied Merck Leopold and the other officers.

As the soldiers moved, they gradually formed their most proficient battle formation—the Swift Current Square!
"Keep your footing! Don't let them detect us!" Luke Leopold cautiously ordered. To maximize the impact, he commanded his soldiers to keep their footing low. Otherwise, given the Swift Infantry's extremely high military skills, these soldiers would have been able to create a deafening roar. You should know that the impact of 500,000 Swift Infantry could be clearly heard even in Lagrange City.

"Don't worry, brother! These bastards are dead!" Merck Leopold grinned bloodthirstyly.

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"Caslo! Lead the way!" Ajax stopped in front of Caslo on her Renoir. Having overtaken Caslo in her haste, Ajax suddenly realized with dismay that she didn't know the way!
"Stay close to me!" Caslo immediately pulled Cardo up and transmitted his voice to Ajax.

"Roar!" With a triumphant roar, Kaldor once again took flight.

"Hmph!" Renoir raised his head unhappily in response.

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"Wait! Take a 15-minute break! Check your equipment! Replenish your water!" Luke Leopold said, looking at the two fully-equipped Swift Infantry units behind him in a hollow behind the orc army.

"Yes!"

In an instant, the Swift Infantry began to tidy up their armor and helmets, tighten any loose equipment, and move the maces at their waists to the most convenient positions.

"Swiftflow Legion, heed my command! Charge!" Luke Leopold raised his chevaux-de-frise and joined the soldiers, brandishing his spear and pointing it towards the Lulong Fortress before issuing the final order to attack. "Boom! Boom!" The tremors, growing louder as they approached, echoed across the battlefield along with the increasingly clear footsteps of the Swiftflow infantry.

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"enemy!"

"We have an enemy behind us!"

"Turn around! Fight back!"

"Hold the line! No retreating!"

"Roar! Those who retreat in the face of battle! Kill without mercy!" A fifth-tier orc commander, hidden among the ordinary orcs, emerged. With a swing of his greatsword, several orcs who tried to escape from him were beheaded. Blood splattered as their hideous heads flew off, instantly halting their retreat. They regrouped, preparing to fight the human army.

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"Huh? The orcs retreated?" Renault asked, wiping the blood off his face after slashing down an orc trying to climb into the central city. The orcs weren't exhausted yet; they had only lost a few hundred lives. Why would they suddenly retreat? Renault was puzzled.

However, Renault's doubts were quickly answered by the overwhelming blue torrent in the distance...

"Is this the Swiftflow Legion?" Apophis Breo rubbed his eyes and said incredulously.

“Not just the Swiftflow Legion! There are two!” Renault exclaimed in surprise.

"Don't be stunned! It's our reinforcements! All weapons! Full coverage!" Renault reacted immediately. Regardless of where this unfamiliar army came from, their raised Lagrange flags and familiar figures undoubtedly told everyone that they were friendly forces from Lulong Fortress.

"All arrow towers, fire at full speed!" Apophis Breo shouted as he ran.

If they can successfully halt the orcs' advance and disrupt their formation, the remaining disorganized orcs might not be able to withstand a single charge from the Swift Footmen!
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"Defend! Hold them off! Those human scum are coming!"

"Watch out for the arrows! You idiot!" An orc officer kicked a dumbfounded orc next to him, but the orc who was kicked away caught a stray arrow in his face, fell to the ground, convulsed a few times, and died instantly.

"Uh..." The orc officer blinked, then stood there awkwardly, before turning away and pretending nothing had happened.

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"Level your spear! Aim at the target! Don't pull back! Spear breaks, hammer swings!" Luke Leopold emphasized the sixteen-word mantra of the Swift Infantry. Although Roland had previously rewarded them with permanent equipment cards for signing in—each rewarded soldier would come with a standard steel longsword—the Swift Infantry still had more faith in the mace at their waists.

"Understood!" everyone answered in unison.

Meanwhile, the orcs were also trying to break free from the entanglement with the defenders of Lulong Fortress. The Battanian archers stationed in the arrow towers almost made these orcs question their existence. The orcs with their backs exposed were wiped out in droves by the Battanian archers as if they were defenseless.

"Prepare for the assault!" the officers in the rapid formation shouted as they watched the two armies approaching engagement distance.