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

Chapter 318 Sweep
The travel-worn group appeared less than five miles from one of the two orc tribes on the map.

"Your Majesty Omske! We don't have enough supplies! Damn it! We're going to run out of food!" Lavian said urgently to Omske. You see, everyone had come out lightly equipped! They only had three days' worth of rations, and now they only had half a day's worth left.

Just as Lavian was criticizing Omsk for his irresponsible decision, Omsk smiled with utter contempt and raised his lance, pointing it forward.

“Food? Isn’t there plenty over there?” Omsk pointed the tip of his spear at the distant orc tribe.

"Using war to sustain war?" Lavian wasn't stupid. He was stunned for a moment before realizing what was going on. Although using war to sustain war was the highest level of cavalry tactics, this tactic of being able to balance mobility and combat effectiveness without relying on its own logistics was good, but the prerequisite for its implementation was extremely demanding. Prime Minister, you had to be able to crush the enemy. Once you got into a tug-of-war, you would quickly expose all kinds of weaknesses.

"Excuse me for speaking frankly..." Ravian wanted to persuade Omsk, but Omsk waved him off.

"Knight Commander, you don't think our mixed cavalry regiment is incapable of defeating this tribe, do you?" Omske asked calmly.

"Have you considered the potential impact on the kingdom if damage occurs?" Ravian asked calmly, looking into Omske's eyes.

“I don’t know how much impact it will have, but I do know that if these tribes are allowed to move south, the kingdom will definitely be affected!” Omsk pointed to the orc tribe in the distance.

“Then we need to finish this quickly. If we can’t defeat them in the first charge, our cavalry might suffer losses!” A look of seriousness appeared in Lavian’s eyes. After all, those one hundred heavy cavalry and fifty ducal light cavalry did not have the Glory skill to share the damage.

“So I will lead the charge! The Knights will follow me! Cavalry in the center! Centaurs at the rear, and you and Baron Baldr at the back! Any objections?” Omske looked at Ravian and the silent Baron Baldr.

"As you command, Your Majesty!" Baldr's smile was cruel; he probably wanted these Northern Orcs to pay the price for driving them out.

“I have no objection!” Ravian shook his head. Even if Omsk hadn’t said he would have covered the rear, if Omsk was the sharpest spearhead in the entire army, then Ravian needed to be the most solid rearguard of the team. He needed to block those enemies who tried to cut and split the team from the rear, and help those teammates who were lagging behind. As the second strongest point in the team, this was the most suitable position for him.

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"Hahaha! The human city-states of the south will tremble at our roar!" A half-orc lord roared in his tribe, the battle aura of a third-tier warrior soaring into the sky. The half-orcs around him roared and leaped wildly, for in their minds, their lord was the strongest person they had ever seen.

"There are beautiful human women there! There are mountains of wealth there! There are..." The orc lord waved his broken sword, painting a rosy picture for his tribe, unaware that annihilation was about to befall him...

……

"What should we do, Your Majesty Omske!" Ravian had already gone to the back of the team, and now Bader had taken over Ravian's position.

"Charge!" Omske brandished his lance. "Knights! Charge! For the glory of the Empire! For the peace of our homeland! For our people! Charge!" Omske was enveloped in battle aura, black and white battle energy swirling and coiling around his body...

"glory!"

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With the enhancement of various combat skills, the Lagrange Knights at the forefront had now transformed into orbs of light enveloped in battle aura. The halos of battle aura of various colors converged and moved along with the knights' charge.

"Kill!" After the knights charged a distance, the heavy cavalry followed suit, lowering their lances and forming a line to charge. Behind them, the light cavalry sheathed their lances and drew their longswords. They would help the heavy cavalry kill any orcs who tried to get close enough to pull them off their horses.

"Kill! Crush those bastards!" the centaurs roared. They were no longer the centaur tribe that had been chased around by orcs. After donning the iron armor and weapons of the Kingdom of Lagrang, their combat power had undergone a qualitative change. At least they could hold their own against a knight of the same rank in a head-on confrontation. Moreover, being half-human and half-horse, they were born with the combat skills of human-horse unity that other races' cavalry could only learn later in the game.

"Sigh!" Ravian sighed softly and spurred his horse into a gallop.

"Fight! Warriors of the Empire!" Omske roared, his lance radiating a beam of light dozens of meters long.

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"It's cavalry! Human cavalry!" Finally, some orcs felt the unsettling tremor. Although the charge of five hundred cavalrymen was not as earth-shattering as the stampede of ten thousand horses, the momentum was still considerable.

"Run! It's a knight! A human knight!" A sharp-eyed orc suddenly spotted the battle aura that was billowing across half the sky. This wasn't cavalry! This was a knight!
"Get out of here! Run! The humans are coming!" The orcs, young and old, waved their limbs in terror as they fled for their lives.

"Stop them! Kill these human trash!" The orc lord charged out arrogantly, roaring angrily, his eyes flashing with bloodlust. He was currently rallying his tribe's warriors to prepare to resist the iron cavalry of Lagran.

"Ha! There really are ants who dare to stand in my way?" Omske sneered, raising his spear contemptuously, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the orc.

"Hero! Human hero! Run!" The orc lord was instantly stunned as if struck by lightning. The next second, his limbs trembled. He clearly felt the pressure of the high-level aura. Looking at Omsk's terrifying battle aura, anyone who wasn't a fool could tell that this was a human's sixth-level combat power.

"Swoosh!" The spear light caught up with the orc lord's figure in the next second. How could a mere third-tier warrior withstand a sixth-tier warrior? Even a casual strike from a sixth-tier warrior would be a fatal disaster for a third-tier warrior. The spear light suddenly pierced through the orc lord's back and entered his body, then split the orc lord in two!
"Kill! Leave no one alive!" Omsk roared, ordering his soldiers to fight. The hastily organized defenses of the orcs couldn't even hold off the Lagrang cavalry for a moment. The orc soldiers suffered heavy casualties. Omsk then ordered his men to fight individually and hunt down the fleeing orcs.

"Dragon God!" Ravian, who arrived last, sighed helplessly as he looked at the crowd that had gone berserk, but he also decisively joined the pursuit. After all, who doesn't like to kick a man when he's down?
(End of this chapter)