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

The charging knights showed no sign of stopping. Their warhorses, propelled by terrifying momentum, pounded the ground with explosive sounds of bones and muscles cracking. The orcs, huddled together, struggled even to turn and run away.

"There are too many of them, Your Majesty!" a knight near Omske growled. At this rate, the knightly order, blocked by the corpses and orcs, would soon lose its high-speed momentum.

"All troops! War Trample!" A cold glint appeared in Omske's eyes. The charge had gone too smoothly, causing them to become deeply entangled in the enemy lines. Orcs from all sides could easily entangle them and slow them down. Knights who lost their speed were no better than a group of infantry holding their ground.

"Drink!" The knights activated their skills, and their warhorses, which were of one mind with them, also activated the magic within their bodies. Battle energy mixed with magic power was poured into the swift horses' limbs.

"Boom! Boom!" A series of explosions rang out, and each time the horse's hooves landed, they brought out a terrifying shockwave. The shockwave, which contained a mixture of battle aura and magical beast power, impacted the space several meters around the point of impact.

"Roar!" The orcs within the range of the war trampling were shaken so badly that their internal organs were shattered and their flesh was torn apart. Their armor and weapons were also smashed to pieces by the sweeping war trampling.

"Roar!" The enraged orc warrior finally caught up. The orc berserker, his body surging with battle aura, brandished a giant axe and a spiked club and charged against the flow of people toward Omske and the others.

“Useless struggle!” Omske sneered, ignoring these suicidal orcs. How could a sizable Fangban Knights order be shaken by these few rabble? These orc berserkers going against the tide were ultimately a minority. Without a substantial shield wall to block them, the orcs couldn't budge the knights in the slightest, serving no purpose other than depleting their battle spirit. (Because the knights, having activated War Stomp, were no longer slowed down by the corpses on the ground.)

"Roar!" The orc, his body surging with battle flames, swung his giant axe at the charging knight.

Berserk! Heavy Slash! The giant axe, carrying terrifying streaks of light, slammed into the knights' protective battle aura.

"Whoosh!" A streak of light flashed, and the knights, who were linked together by the Glory skill, were covered in a protective aura. They only trembled slightly after being hit, but the attacking orc was in a bad way. Don't forget, the effect of the knight's second basic skill - Mercy - is to counter armor!
"Boom!" The orc was sent flying backward at a speed faster than the attack speed. Before the berserker orc, who was in a daze, could get up, the high-speed charging knights raised their huge iron hooves.

"Bang!" Brain matter splattered as the head exploded. The orc, directly hit by the trampling of war, was torn to pieces as if he had been hit by a 155mm howitzer on Earth.

At this moment, the charging knights seemed to be surrounded by a halo of resistance, pushing the group of orcs forward.

"Roar!" Bloodhammer Ghosthand roared angrily at the departing knights, only to be met with a death stare from Omske, who turned his head slightly. The cold gaze through the gap in his helmet sent a chill down Bloodhammer's spine, and he involuntarily took a few steps back.

"Huh? Why should I be afraid of him? He can't come back and kill me!" Bloodhammer suddenly perked up after figuring it out. So what if you're a hero? You think you can turn the Knights' carrier around? Thinking of this, Bloodhammer felt confident and started barking orders for his soldiers to attack. Dare to scare your grandpa Bloodhammer? You're going to die!

"Kill!" After being plowed by the knights, the surviving orcs rallied again. Taking advantage of their inability to turn back while on the fence, they picked up their weapons and chased after the knights.

Thus, a comical scene unfolded outside the Lulong Fortress: the orcs in front were desperately fleeing, while the knights behind them mowed them down like grass, with the surviving orcs at the back swarming after the knights—a vivid yet abstract spectacle. ...

"Damn it! Imperial Knights! The Knights are back?" Lafit Anthony, who was organizing the defense on the city wall, immediately cursed.

Look what I found! Oh! A wild Imperial Knights? Who's the leader, you little cutie? Ah! It's that brat Omske!
In an instant, Renault went from being moved to having his fists clenched; he wanted to punch someone! Really wanted to, like a hero shrouded in black and white! Renault just wanted to grab Omske by the collar and ask where this bastard had gone. He'd been out for so long, he could have gone back and forth to a brothel several times over! You disappeared, fine, but you even took an entire squad of knights with you with you?

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" A deafening cheer erupted in the Lulong Fortress. The orcs who had been attacking the city were completely bewildered, not understanding why these humans, whose lives were hanging by a thread, had suddenly gone crazy. Then they turned around and saw, "Hey! Aren't those our elite troops? Why are they looking so disheveled?"
Upon closer inspection, hey! It turns out it was a human knightly order rushing in to play Mount & Blade! That's alright then, knights, have fun and eat well, just don't come after us!
For the first time, the Lulong Fortress, which had been besieged for so long, received reinforcements, which boosted the morale of the entire fortress garrison to the maximum! The soldiers, who were originally somewhat desperate, burst out with 200% enthusiasm and energy. As a result, the orcs in the outer city suffered even heavier casualties.

Although Renault wanted to strangle Omske, he still felt a strange sense of familiarity looking at the dragon banner and the square banner stained with blood on the spear tip. Finally, the arrival of new people could put some pressure on the orcs from the outside. Otherwise, the Lulong Fortress, with its worrying number of defenders, would be really hard to defend, because those mad dog-like orcs planned to exhaust the defenders to death.

"Charge! For our brothers! For our comrades!" Omske led his knights, trampling recklessly through the orc ranks, stepping on wherever there were many people! The orc mothers no longer needed to worry about leaving food for them when they returned at night; the Lagrange silencers trampled wherever there were many people!
"Whoosh!" A club as thick as several men came whistling towards the knights, but the knights covered by the clubs didn't even lift their eyelids, showing only contempt.

"Thump!" The battle qi shield rippled outwards, finally blocking the attack. However, everyone could clearly feel that their battle qi had decreased significantly.

"War ogres?" a knight exclaimed in horror as he looked up.

“Just a giant troll!” Omske said, turning his horse slightly to face the giant troll.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft, pfft, splash~" The giant ogre that had just been so arrogant had now had its abdomen cut open, and a large amount of internal organs were pouring out uncontrollably. It howled and tried to stuff its internal organs back into its abdomen, but as blood splattered out, its strength grew weaker and weaker, and finally it collapsed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"What trash! Bah!" Omske glanced back disdainfully. This is how he behaves after just one of his attacks? Is he kidding me?

"..." The knights around them all turned their heads in disbelief. What kind of devilish talk was this? Anyone could withstand a sixth-tier spear beam? And was that nearly twenty-meter-long spear beam for real? What did that mere giant ogre have to offer?
With a soft sound, the last orc blocking their way was torn apart, and everyone suddenly saw the light.

They successfully broke through the ranks of 20,000 elite orcs!