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

“Hmm…” Nyx pondered for a moment.

"You're going even further north, aren't you?" Nyx suddenly looked up and asked.

“Yes, we need to escort Prince Jessie Ava to the eastern mountains…” Holfa nodded.

“Oh? Prince Jessie Ava? I’ve heard my husband talk about him; he’s a very interesting man. Has he arrived?” Nyx looked up and searched around.

“Your Highness…Prince Jessie Ava is a little hungry. I’ll have the chef prepare a meal for him.” Yun Feng leaned over.

"Hmm... how about this, let's discuss this in detail when you get back!" Nyx said softly, tossing his hair. After all, their trip was dangerous, and it was uncertain whether they would return. There was no point in discussing it now; they might be gone the moment they finished talking.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Holfa said with a respectful bow, his hand on his chest. The clever man understood what Nyx meant: there would be plenty of time to discuss things in detail with the Kingdom of Lagrange after he returned; if he didn't return... there would be no point in discussing anything further.

“Hmm.” Nyx nodded. With Roland not around, she needed to exercise her rights as the mistress of the country. Fortunately, the Kingdom of Lagrange was a dual monarchy, so it wasn’t too much for Nyx to be called queen. After all, who can say that the Grand Duke isn’t a king? (doge)

"Leave as soon as possible, Lord Holfa! The kingdom is about to face war. If you don't leave, you might not be able to leave at all!" Yun Feng whispered to Holfa as he saw him off. After all, they couldn't let their potential allies be killed halfway because of such a blunder.

"Thank you! We'll set off now!" Holfa nodded. Although the Swan Knights were powerful, Holfa had no intention of relying on twenty Swan Knights to engage in a clash of steel with an enemy army. He was brave, not stupid. These were the family's private army, not his own.

"Okay, be careful! You can buy supplies in the city if you need them." Yun Feng smiled kindly. Although there weren't many people, it was still a way to indirectly stimulate the market economy, wasn't it?

“Thank you, that’s exactly what I was thinking, but we don’t have your country’s currency…” Holfa spread his hands.

“It’s alright. The currency we use in Central China is gold, silver, and copper, with an exchange rate of 1:100,” Yun Feng said, shaking his head.

"Thank you!" Holfa nodded and turned to find his team.

"Send a few men to keep an eye on them!" Yun Feng waved and summoned several Lagrange Royal Guards. One should not have the heart to harm others, but one should not be without the heart to guard against others.

"Yes, sir!" the royal guards exchanged glances and replied.

……

“Your Majesty, we…” Baron Bader lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.

"Have all the people migrated away?" Roland asked instead of answering.

“Yes, they’ve all moved away… but—” Baron Bader’s eyes flickered a few times.

"I know what you're trying to say. I have no interest in your people. As long as you are loyal to the kingdom, the kingdom will protect you! Don't worry about me devouring your people!" Roland glanced at Badr and coldly warned him, hoping that Badr would put aside any inappropriate thoughts he might have. This was simply judging others by one's own petty standards.

“Yes, Your Highness!” Baron Badr was sweating profusely, and he quickly bowed to show his obedience.

"Any news? You guys?" Roland glanced at everyone present.

“There aren’t any in the North!” Caslo shook his head.

“Neither in the East!” Ajax shook her head violently.

"What about the South?" Roland looked up. "Nothing's happening in the South either!" Badr quickly replied.

"Alright! Let's leave it at that and let them make their own noise! ​​We'll remain unchanged and deal with whatever happens!" Roland waved his hand. In this situation where the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, we can only wait for them to make the first move. Although he didn't like this passive waiting, there was still nothing he could do.

“Alright, let’s continue sending out scouts to search within a hundred miles!” Caslo nodded. Although the two dragon riders’ search area was wide, there was still a possibility of overlooking some areas. Sending out scouts for mobile reconnaissance could effectively fill in any gaps found by the dragon riders.

……

Thirty miles from the border of the Kingdom of Lagrange.

"Guys! We might have stumbled upon a big fish!" The five light cavalrymen looked at each other.

"Luoxin Babry! Go back and tell His Highness! We have encountered the vanguard of the Chariot People! We met the enemy on the Laglang Plain, 60 miles southeast of Delwin Town! Their numbers are about five hundred!" A light cavalryman with a tassel on his hat said to Luoxin Babry, who appeared to be a squad leader.

"Captain, you..." Luo Xin Baburi pulled on the reins, about to leave, when he suddenly thought of his captain and comrades.

"Get out! Get out of here! We have to hold them off!" The captain waved his hand impatiently, shooing them away like flies.

"Take care! Captain! Brothers! Come back alive!" Luo Xin Baburi roared, his eyes narrowing and lips pursed.

"Hurry up and go!" The captain led the remaining three light cavalrymen to meet them without turning his head.

What Luo Xin Babry didn't know was that the war between the Kingdom of Lagrang and the Eastern Barbarians officially began at this moment. What he didn't know was that his captain, leading the remaining light cavalry and chariot warriors, had launched a small but still magnificent encounter battle in history. The pride of Lagrang spread throughout the Central Plains through the stories told by the chariot warriors.

"Yes, sir!" Luo Xin Baburui, his eyes slightly red, turned his horse around and began to gallop wildly. He dared not look back, for fear that his tears would soak his armor...

……

"That kid's gone?" the captain asked casually.

"Let's go!" a light cavalryman chuckled.

"That kid is still young, he should survive. The empire's revival needs young people like him!" the captain whispered, unsure whether he was speaking to the remaining cavalry or to himself.

"What do we do, Captain?" The other cavalrymen looked at him.

"Let's fight!" the captain said resolutely.

"...His Highness said we cannot confront the enemy head-on..." someone said weakly.

"Bang!" The person who was speaking was suddenly tackled to the ground.

"Damn it! Open your damn eyes and look at me! Who are those people?! They're the ones riding chariots and slaughtering our brothers! Think of the Crusaders! Think of the brothers who fell in the wasteland! I saw them wearing our old armor! Tell me! Take a step back... do you have any respect for the brothers who lie buried here?" The captain pressed him down and whispered, ignoring his shouts. They were hiding behind a hill, only two or three kilometers away from the chariot warriors. No one could guarantee that there weren't any powerful professionals in that group.

"Kill them!" Now that the words had been spoken to this extent, these light cavalrymen from the Grand Duchy of Nyx would be cowards if they didn't do something.