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

Look! Historical events are often caused by seemingly insignificant people, and this time is no exception. If they had followed Roland's instructions to flee after discovering the enemy, the outcome might have been different. In any case, the fate of this advance team was sealed the moment they were discovered.

Because Roland wanted to teach these barbarians a lesson, he forbade the scouts from using magical signal flares unless in a critical situation. As a result, there was a time lag of several hours before Roland received the message. What could the four light cavalry have done during those hours? Perhaps only the Dragon God can tell us.

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Seeing that the knight captain had already said so much, if he remained unmoved, he would be unworthy of being a man of Lagrange. He should never call himself a male again. He should just cut himself and go to the palace to serve Roland!
Seeing that his three younger brothers were all envious, the captain nodded in satisfaction. Hmm! Morale is good!

The uncertainty of historical events can sometimes be accompanied by inevitability. For example, if Roland were to open the panel of these audacious light cavalrymen at this moment, he could easily find some unusual things, such as that they all came from hunter families, or that they were all in a state of excitement, rage, and bloodlust.

Light cavalry do have bows and arrows… The wealthy Kingdom of Lagrange was so poor that all they had left was equipment. The dwarves donated a lot of materials, so although the average equipment level wasn't high, the equipment was still quite comprehensive. For example, these ducal light cavalrymen were equipped with fine iron knight's breastplates, fine iron shoulder pads, fine iron bracers, fine iron greaves, and half-body iris-patterned iron shields. Even their horses were covered with a thin layer of fine iron chainmail. Their weapons included a three-meter-long steel lance, a steel one-handed sword, and a composite bow. Although it was all ordinary equipment, they were armed to the teeth… If you knew they were light cavalry, you'd think they were some kind of iron cavalry… As for ordinary fine iron triangular armor-piercing arrows, they were readily available in the warehouses. As long as you could carry them and they didn't affect your combat effectiveness, take as many as you could…

So each of these light cavalrymen, who were originally hunters, carried at least four quivers of fifty arrows on their horses... It seems there are going to be some more "hornet's nests" today.

Compared to the knights of the Kingdom of Lagrang whose archery skills were woefully inadequate, this light cavalry, who were born hunters, were born to be qualified horse archers. When they raised their hands to draw their bows, perhaps countless countries in another world, trampled by a force called the Mongol cavalry, would tell them what the fear of being dominated was...

One day, I will make them remember the terror they felt at the hands of the horse archers on the Lagrange Plains! —Luoxin Babry. From *The Chronicles of Famous Generals of Lagrange*

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Battles always break out unexpectedly. At first, no one paid attention to the stray arrows flying from the sky. They had witnessed how that massive army had been scattered by them before. But then came the first spray of blood, the first scream, the first person to fall to the ground, and the first corpse soaked in blood...

"There are bugs!"

"Enemy encountered!"

The chariot squad and the light cavalry were stunned when they unexpectedly collided head-on with the duchy's light cavalry.

Both sides quickly reacted. The charioteers spurred their horses, dragging their heavy chariots toward the somewhat bewildered light cavalry. The sharp iron blades on the chariot axles gleamed with a chilling light in the sunlight.

"Run!" Captain Okan roared. They had no choice but to run. They'd planned a sneak attack, but instead, they'd crashed head-on into a small troop of chariots… The worst part was that their lances were all stuck in their saddles, protruding nearly two meters from their horses' chests, giving them a imposing, cavalry-like appearance… Damn it! They couldn't let their horses charge the chariots head-on! While lances tucked under their armpits had a narrow attack range, at least they didn't have to spur their horses to ram them. Now that their lances were fixed in place, these light cavalrymen's melee combat ability had vanished.

"Captain! The dogs are coming!" Someone turned around and saw five single-drawn chariots (small chariots pulled by a single horse) chasing after them like mad dogs, one after another. Ten charioteers on the chariots were howling incomprehensible gibberish. Among them, five spearmen responsible for combat were waving their javelins wildly, as if they wanted to toy with these few cavalrymen like cats and mice. In their eyes, a few mere iron cavalrymen were no match for them!
That's right! Some people actually mistook these heavily armed ducal light cavalry for heavy cavalry... This shows how poorly equipped these charioteers are, and even more so... how ruthless Roland is! What? You're saying that since Roland is so wealthy, why doesn't he equip these ducal light cavalry with heavy cavalry gear? Actually, Roland wanted to! But guess why they're called light cavalry? These are all people who were eliminated from heavy cavalry; they can't withstand the pressure of heavy armor and shields. Simply put, they can't handle it... This is already the best weapon Roland can equip them with within their means. As for using magic equipment above the basic level... Roland says he's still too poor.

"They've given them too much face! Fire back!" Okan roared, turning around abruptly! With a swift movement of his long arm, a three-edged armor-piercing arrow was already nocked on the bowstring.

The other three quickly followed suit, and the chariot soldiers behind them immediately sensed something was wrong. Why did these people suddenly turn around?
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of bowstrings vibrating rang out. The distance of dozens of meters seemed to be within reach. Four long arrows flashed by, and four people screamed and rolled down, their fate unknown.

"Idiot! Ring fire!" Okan spat and led his soldiers to circle the convoy.

"Shoot!" Okan gave the order, and four more triangular armor-piercing arrows were fired. This distance was like target practice for the hunters, and four more men tumbled to the ground.

Suddenly the situation on the field reversed. Now there were only two people left on the field, but only one driver. The other driver yelled and jumped off the car, fleeing backwards in the astonished eyes of everyone.

"Does he... think he's particularly funny?" Okan asked, his bow drawn as he watched the figure swaying his hips and making strange noises.

"Buzz!" The world became quiet.

The four men refocused their attention on the remaining coachman, who swallowed hard as he looked at the fallen spearman. He pulled on the reins, trying to escape, but the chariot's poor maneuverability instantly dashed his hopes.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!" Four sounds rang out in succession as leather pierced through sharp blades and entered flesh. The poor coachman, riddled with bullets, trembled like a banana leaf being hit by rain... but he didn't deserve any sympathy...

"Retrieve the arrows!" Okan said hastily, looking at the chariots and civilian reinforcements that were now visible.

Second update!