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

"Forward!" A hunched man stood on the chariot. If Roland were here, he would definitely recognize this man as Captain Dak Ivan of the Steel Fang Chariot Division!
此刻身形佝偻的他正赤红着双目盯着身后滚滚的战车洪流！尽起大军的他此刻拥有2000辆轻型战车（2人）、1000辆中型战车（4人）以及100辆重型战车（10人），总共9000人！虽然战车民中职业者数量稀少，但是这些机动兵力在整个北境都算的上第一了。

Dakkiy was persuaded by Mordor's messenger. Overwhelmed with grief at the loss of his beloved daughter, he finally saw an opportunity to strike back at the scoundrel. A sickly red light shone in his eyes.

"Girl, wait a little longer, Father will send them down to keep you company soon!" Dakyi's face was contorted with rage.

These chariot warriors crossed the Swift River directly north from Dovenian and then sped westward. Because the messengers of Mordor had promised that the Orcs would tie down the forces of the Kingdom of Lagrange in the south, Darkey was desperate to take the capital of Lagrange and exact revenge on all the Lagrangers for everything Roland had done to his beloved daughter.

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"Commander! This is where the Swift River and the Red River meet!" A guard from Lagrange City pointed excitedly at the confluence of the rivers.

“I prefer to call her… Lagrange City!” The commander grabbed a handful of soil and clutched it tightly to his chest, a glint of tears in his eyes.

"His Highness will surely lead us back here!"

"That's right! We'll be back!"

"We have come here today, and we will rebuild this place tomorrow!"

The soldiers chattered amongst themselves, their eyes fixed eagerly on the land before them. They had been rewarded by Roland's system a long time ago, but they were set to come from the dreaded Eastern Mountains, so after climbing for so long, they had only just reached the original site of Lagrange City.

"It seems we can't continue our journey today!" The commander looked up at the sky; dark clouds had begun to gather, indicating that spring rain was imminent...

"Damn it! We need to set up the tents quickly!" The other soldiers looked up and immediately started swearing.

"Alright! Men, hurry up! I don't want to sleep on muddy ground tonight!" the commander of the Lagrange City Guard laughed.

"Alright! Just you wait and see, sir!"

"Remember to chop some firewood! If you don't want to freeze tonight!" The commander chuckled as he looked at the still-unmelted snow around him.

The entire team set up camp near the swift-flowing river because it was convenient to get water there, and they might even be able to find some wild game.

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"Bang! Bang!" A squad of city guards struggled to break the ice with their spears. Although the cold winter had passed, the early spring in the North was still cold. The surface of the Swift River and the Red River was still covered with ice, so it was clear that they would have to break the ice to get water.

Unlike the Swift Infantry, the Lagrange City Guards were not equipped with steel armor-piercing maces; instead, they were equipped with longswords. Therefore, to break through the ice, they had to turn their steel spears around and use the hilts at the butt of the spears to chisel at the ice. Although it was a bit troublesome, it was still very efficient!
As several holes were smashed open, the soldiers quickly filled their water bags and started boiling water in the iron pots...

"Dinner's ready!" The soldier in charge of cooking poured rice and dried meat into the pot.

"Eat your leg! The water hasn't even boiled yet!" The soldier next to him laughed and kicked him. The water in the pot was still emitting cold air, so there was no way he could eat it for the time being.

"Hey! Just cook it for a bit, then it'll be done!" The soldier who had been kicked rubbed his leg and said dismissively. He was a soldier, not a cook; as long as it was edible, that was fine.

"Oh my god, will our squad be the first to starve to death?!" The others pretended to wail.

"What's going on? Why is it so lively?" A head popped into the tent, and everyone looked closely. Wow! It was their centurion.

"Good morning, sir!" The soldiers of the squad stood up and saluted under the leadership of their squad leader.

"No need for formalities! It's freezing cold, hurry up and warm yourself by the fire! Let's get something hot to eat! This awful weather..." The centurion glanced around, gave a few more instructions, and then left the tent. "Tsk tsk tsk! Warm up by the fire!" After their officer left, everyone laughed and gathered around the campfire again.

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"Are the soldiers all settled?" the commander asked, looking at his subordinates who came in to deliver food.

"Of course, Commander! Everyone has set up their tents and is now cooking and preparing to eat!" The personal guard brought over the hot porridge.

This force was commanded by him as the commander-in-chief, nine centurions, and ninety squad leaders (deputy commanders), totaling one hundred officers. Because of its streamlined structure, it was easy and convenient to command.

"Notify all centurions to take turns arranging night watch! The North is not safe at night! We are not in the Empire now!" The commander was not taking it lightly. They had already experienced several small-scale skirmishes along the way. Although most creatures were of sound mind, there were always a few shrewd ones who were so hungry that they came to provoke this huge group.

"Yes, sir!" the guard nodded.

……

"This place is for night watch..." the first batch of soldiers on night watch muttered helplessly as they patrolled.

"Indeed, the conditions are too rudimentary; we can't even set up a defensive line..." a soldier remarked, looking at the empty wilderness.

"Defense line? What a joke! Who on this land can cross the defense line we've formed? We ourselves are the steel wall on land!" a city guard said proudly.

"That's right! If those wandering orc scum dare to come, smash their brains into their bellies!" The other soldiers cheered, after all, their own powerful strength was etched into their souls, and they really looked down on these bastards.

I wonder what those brutes of the Holy Knights would think if they overheard their words? After all, Omske claims to be the Wall of the Continent…

"Alright, alright, stop bragging! You'll see when you meet His Highness!" The team leader was exasperated by his subordinates' increasingly outrageous ramblings. If he didn't stop them soon, these geniuses would start telling stories of their single-handed battles against Angmar, like Zhao Zilong of the Central Plains...

"Cough cough!" Seeing that the Lagrange City guards had gone too far in their boasting, they all coughed to cover up their embarrassment. After all, it was fine to show off and brag in private, but it was a bit embarrassing to do it in front of their superiors. The leaders who were bragging the most were practically digging up the entire city of Lagrange with their feet.

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"It was so cold last night!" The soldiers who went to fetch water in the morning shivered.

"It's frozen again! Damn it!" A city guard complained as he looked at the water intake that had frozen over again.

"Forget it! Let's start chiseling again!" The soldier then picked up his spear and began chiseling the ice again.

"Huh? Why do I hear the neighing of warhorses?" A soldier stopped to listen, and the faint sound of galloping warhorses could be heard in the air.

"Dream on! There are no Imperial Knights here! Stop dreaming! Hey! Wake up!" A companion came up and patted his frostbitten face.

"No! It's a warhorse!" The soldier slapped his companion's hand away, listened carefully, and then raised an eyebrow.

"Go quickly and inform the commander! There's a large cavalry force on the other side!" He dropped his water bag and ran off without looking back.

"Ah! Are you serious? Are you not sick?" The other soldiers quickly chased after the soldier who suddenly turned and ran, afraid that he was talking nonsense because he was sick from the cold last night.

The third day of feeling unwell... I still feel terrible and so depressed.