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

Roland now has a much larger force at his disposal. The Lagrange City Guard alone numbers 1600 men, making it the largest army Roland has ever fielded, and all of them are second-tier warriors! They have both quality and quantity. Roland is confident that, on mountainous terrain, these 1600 men can withstand an attack from tens of thousands of elite orc soldiers, and might even thwart their offensive!

However, Roland quickly remembered his orders to expand his territory. The thought of his mighty Lagrange City Guard Legion, which had just been assembled, being forced to dismantle made Roland's face contort instantly. Pain! It hurt so much!

“Roland, I plan to have the people start migrating during the spring planting season. There are no towns between Swiftstream City and Lulong Fortress, which is not good for the connectivity of the kingdom's territory…” Nyx said softly to Roland, tugging at the hem of his clothes.

"Sure, you are the Queen and also the master of this country. You can make the arrangements yourself." Roland said affectionately, ruffling Nyx's hair. The so-called interference of the harem in politics does not exist in Lagrange. Under the system of two kings and two emperors, it is perfectly normal for the Queen to hold power in the country.

"Alright, then I'll have Yun Fengmian go and make the arrangements!" Nix shook her head happily, tossing her long hair as she skipped away, leaving Roland behind, who couldn't help but worry about Yun Feng's baldness.
"A beast! A natural beast!" Roland couldn't help but exclaim. Yunfeng hadn't conducted his own alchemical experiments in a long time. The so-called pursuit of knowledge and truth had become a joke in the Kingdom of Lagrange. Roland had almost turned the wise men into idiots, and now he had switched to a husband-and-wife team... It was a complete disaster.

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"The damaged city buildings need repair, and the city walls need Lord Radil's help!" Yun Feng arrived in front of Roland with a dark face. Obviously, Nyx had already approached him, and with an even greater workload, His Majesty Yun Feng vented his resentment on King Roland. His tone at this moment was definitely not pleasant.

"Hmm." Roland casually signed his name on the document, then stamped it with his crest before handing it to Yunfeng.

Yunfeng took it and turned to leave, clearly not wanting to stay any longer, probably because she didn't want to see a certain king who exploited labor.

"Oh, right! Your Majesty Yunfeng, remember about that girl Nyx. The migration is urgent, don't forget!" Roland's voice came from behind Yunfeng, who stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

After seeing off the first bull, Yunfeng, the second bull, Lance, hurriedly walked in.

“Your Highness…” Lance gasped for breath.

"Tell me, what's the situation? Have the compensation and benefits been paid?" Roland frowned. He could joke around with Yun Feng, but not with Lance, since the two of them were discussing the compensation for the militiamen who had died or been wounded in battle.

"We've received the money, but do we have that many supplies? A large influx of money into the market will disrupt it and cause significant price fluctuations!" Lance said gravely.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of the supplies. As long as the compensation is in place, that's fine. I don't want the heroes who shed blood for the country to shed tears again!" Roland knew the ugliness of human nature; there were scumbags everywhere who profited from the national crisis and reached out for the martyrs' compensation.

"Don't worry, the situation you're worried about is impossible. All the money was distributed through my hands!" Lance said, bowing slightly.

“Then I’m relieved. We still need to take good care of those orphan families. Let’s not select them for this migration. Let them stay in Swiftstream City and provide them with as much care as possible,” Roland said.

“Okay, I will carefully check it!” Lance nodded.

"Is there anything else?" Lance asked.

"That's all, you can go now. Just don't forget what I reminded you of." Roland waved his hand, signaling Lance could leave. "Sigh... What a headache! Post-war recovery is the real problem!" Roland was somewhat amused and exasperated. Who would believe that things would be busier after the war than during it? A bunch of messes were waiting for Roland and his team to clean up, and the most important thing was that the people's livelihood issues were urgent. Roland didn't want to be like some governments that ignored people's livelihood and took a one-size-fits-all approach, ultimately ruining their credibility... Roland, who hoped to be both a sage and a king, valued his reputation highly, at least domestically. Compared to some shameless people on Earth, Roland was confident that he couldn't spout outrageous remarks like some self-proclaimed experts whose entire families had died.

“There are many more troubles to come, this is just the beginning!” Omske suddenly said, appearing out of nowhere.

“Oh! Omsk, you are the real hero!” Roland suddenly said, pointing to Omsk’s chest.

"..." Omsk, why does this not sound like a compliment?
"My great guerrilla hero, tell me, what brings you to my humble abode?" Roland said casually, crossing his legs.

"It's nothing, I just came to take a look and hand over the Knights..." Omsk said with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"It's alright, you can take it with you. Who can compare to you, you're a born commander! You successfully bypassed all the enemy forces!" Roland gave him a thumbs up.

"..." Omske covered his face, feeling so embarrassed he wanted to disappear. It was all over... a dark chapter in his life, a permanent blunder in his military career.

"Alright, what's there to hand over... Just tear up the transfer order yourself." Roland shook his head, thinking it was such a trivial matter, yet they made such a big deal out of it.

"The necessary procedures still need to be followed." Omske smiled. Rules are rules, and everyone is very cautious about taboo things like military power.

“Alright, enough with the handover. Here’s a mission for you: lead the Knights to escort the migrating people. I plan to build a city between Swiftstream City and Lulong Fortress. This city will serve as a hub connecting the two regions, thus expanding our influence and benefiting the kingdom’s rule,” Roland said to Omsk.

"Huh?" Omske, who was just about to celebrate being able to slack off, instantly fell silent. This guy was even more capitalist than a capitalist, not even letting people rest during their shifts... (Kaslow: I heard someone was talking about taking a break?)
"Do a good job, or I'll give you special permission to launch a solo assault on the Black Gate of Mordor!" Roland said, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Hiss..." Omsk gasped. If you want your life, just say so. Why the audacity to call it a solo attack on the Black Gate of Mordor? Why don't you just let me assassinate Sauron?
"Alright, go and rest if you have nothing else to do. You don't have much time to rest. Spring plowing will start soon, and the migration will begin. The people can't afford to wait any longer," Roland said earnestly.

“Alright, I’ll have the knights take good care of them!” Omsk nodded.

"Yes, I'll go with you then," Roland added at the end.

Good heavens! This sudden commotion really hurt Omske's back. What's with the king personally going there to command things? Isn't the entire Knights Order under the king's command? After all this time, I'm just someone who follows orders.

……

"Thank you!" Apophis Breo was riding high. Under the powerful firepower of the dragon knights, he not only gave the orcs a sweet "sleep," but also took the opportunity to clear the trees around the pass. After clearing away those obstructive trees, he not only gained a better view but also obtained excellent building materials, which could be used to increase the height and thickness of the pass. This way, the next time he encountered an orc attack, it would definitely be much easier to deal with than this time.