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

Chapter 373 Breaking the Army! Breaking the Army! Breaking the Army!

"For the kingdom! For our homeland! For the glory of the knights! For the fallen warriors! Soldiers of Lagrange! Charge with me!" Roland removed his face armor and charged out first.

"If you see the king fall from his horse! Do not grieve! Do not hesitate! Do not fear! Continue to charge at the enemy! Until death! Until hell! Glory!" The Ring of Glory in Roland's hand shone with a dazzling golden light!

"Compassion!" The Ring of Compassion also emitted its own unique purple light.

"Divine Inspiration!" Roland was also a paladin! He also possessed the Inspiration Aura of a third-tier paladin, and under its influence, everyone felt refreshed and invigorated! Their speed also increased slightly.

"Hold your spears!" The wedge formation with Roland as the vanguard has been formed. As for Roland's favorite cavalry charge... that's not an option anymore. After all, the wedge formation with the strongest penetrating ability is the best choice against chariot formations.

"Ow!"

"Roar!"

After two clear and resounding dragon roars, two enormous creatures rapidly rose from behind the mound. The blazing fire dragon and the storm dragon, without regard for the consequences, were enough to slaughter these chariot civilians. However, Roland felt sorry for his dragon rider generals, and a decisive strategy of coordinated attacks by air and ground knights was better! The dragon rider generals were responsible for smashing the outer shells of the chariots, while the knights and centaurs were responsible for clearing away the heavy crossbows that were in the way. This was a tactic that was once common in the Lagrange Empire.

"Dragon! Dragon!" Most of the chariot soldiers felt their hearts sink when they saw two dragons rise in succession. Although they were uneasy, they were still willing to follow the commander's orders and fight in all directions, even if it meant drawing their swords against the gods!
"Kill!" The light chariots nimbly charged to the front, forming a dense formation to block Roland's knights.

"Boom!" The dragon language magic spat out by the blazing fire dragon exploded directly among the chariots, and the scattered fire dragon power ignited a large number of chariots.

"Agh!" The shrill screams sent chills down everyone's spines. Large numbers of tank crew members, engulfed in dragon flames, rolled on the ground before being crushed into a bloody pulp by the rolling wheels. The dragon flames on the pulp then reignited the wheels, spreading to the entire tank and igniting the crew members on board...

Apart from the dozen or so lucky ones who were blown to smithereens at the beginning, everyone else caught in the blast cried out in agony. The indestructible dragon flame was no joke.
"Swoosh!" A wide blade of wind sliced ​​through, cleaving more than a dozen chariots in two, along with their riders, leaving a mixture of body parts, blood, and mud.

The entire battlefield was filled with the aroma of roasted meat, yet it made everyone want to vomit! It was the smell of roasted human flesh. The chariot army had just set out when it suffered this calamity! In a single encounter, a hundred men became the dead beneath the dragon's feet.

"Shoot those lizards down from the sky!" Darky commanded the ballistae behind him.

"Clang!" The magic-piercing arrow, which grazed Renoir's side, streaked along his scales, leaving a trail of sparks. Ajax's eyes widened in surprise. The reason it hadn't pierced Renoir wasn't because of his strong defense, but simply because of the poor angle! Didn't you see that Renoir's protective dragon power and fire elemental magic shield had already been pierced?

"Damn it! Raise it! They can slay dragons!" Carlos's powerful thoughts echoed through the sky in Ajax's mind. "Your Highness! Clear out their heavy crossbows! These things can slay dragons!" Caslo's angry voice reached Roland's mind.

"Okay!" Roland nodded slightly under his helmet.

Due to the threat of heavy crossbows, the two dragon riders could only engage the frigates of the Chariot Peoples at high altitudes. If they were caught off guard and brought down by a single crossbow bolt, the consequences would be dire! Don't assume that every faction in Middle-earth can casually produce dragon-slaying weapons; such weapons are extremely expensive! Bard, for example, possessed dwarven black arrows passed down through generations. The Orcs also had some, and the Elves likely had some as well. Rohan and Gondor, however, lacked such powerful weapons. This demonstrates the rarity and preciousness of dragon-slaying weapons. Roland was not surprised that the Chariot Peoples possessed dragon-slaying weapons; after all, such a large Eastern civilization wouldn't be surprised if they didn't have some hidden treasures.

"Breakthrough!" Roland, holding his lance, looked ahead and saw a ferocious chariot warrior wielding a halberd.

With a soft "thud," a corpse swayed in the wind and landed on Roland's adamantite lance.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!" Like a hot knife cutting through butter, Roland instantly felt his right hand become heavy and almost slipped out of his grasp. He peeked through the gap in his helmet...

"Good heavens!" Roland stared speechlessly at the eight corpses hanging on the lances... No wonder he almost couldn't hold the lances up.

"Kill! For the glory of the empire!" Roland raised his lance again, and the brilliant holy battle aura flames transmitted to the lance, extending into a spear beam several meters long. Even the corpses on the lance were shattered into pieces by the battle aura.

"Crack!" Roland drew his Dragon Slayer Sword with a backhand and swung his left arm in a wide arc. Instantly, a head and half a shoulder flew up from his side and behind him.

"Left!" Roland shouted sharply.

Led by Roland, the entire knightly order slightly adjusted their horses and charged to the left! Amidst a series of piercing screams, each knight and centaur had several mutilated corpses hanging from the tip of their lances, leaving behind a trail of severed limbs, shattered chariots, and the carcasses and scattered horses of their chariots! It was as if they had carved a bloody path through the enemy ranks!
"Crack!" After Roland smashed through a chariot, he suddenly found himself in front of nothingness! He had just shoved the chariot diagonally through!

Looking back at everyone's condition, well... not bad. Roland sensed his nearly depleted battle aura and then looked at everyone's flickering battle aura. If they fought any longer, their Glory state would disappear, resulting in terrifying casualties! After all, Roland didn't believe his knights could withstand the fire of heavy crossbow bolts! Even the most ordinary armor-piercing arrows!
"Retreat!" Roland waved his hand. Know when to stop! If they keep going, all those hundred-odd pounds will be left here! After a half-day rest, they'll be a bunch of cockroaches again! That's the good thing about the Knights! Charge in without taking damage, then run away decisively, recover, and do it again—it's disgusting, but incredibly efficient!
Enraged, Dakyi could only watch helplessly as the executioner who had slaughtered nearly five hundred of them calmly slipped away right under their noses—slipped away! Slipped away completely! The two dragon riders in the sky swaggered away slowly.

"Pfft!" Darky was so angry that he couldn't catch his breath and spat out a mouthful of blood... He almost died on the spot.

"Tsk! Smart people..." Roland sighed regretfully as he looked at the tank soldiers who had stopped to rescue their teammates. The commander of ten thousand on the other side hadn't gotten carried away with the heat of the moment and chased after them with his entire army. If they had actually caught up, Roland would probably have been laughing in his sleep. The movement speed of light tanks and medium tanks is quite different. Blindly chasing them would only scatter their formation and render them ineffective. What a pity... Roland sighed inwardly.

(End of this chapter)