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

Chapter 81 Unstoppable
"Tiger! Ha! Tiger!" The Swift Infantry roared, carrying ironwood-skinned tower shields and wielding chevaux-de-frise, they sprinted towards the vulnerable point where the Togolden and Gombak orc armies met.

"Spear formation! Strike!" Lance glanced at the orc army in the distance, mentally calculating the distance. When he was about a mile away, he gave the order.

The swift infantrymen raised their chevaux-de-frise, each five-meter-long chevaux-de-frise perched atop a gleaming tower shield, its tips flashing coldly against the biting winter wind!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" The shrill sound of arrows piercing the air rang out. The few remaining orc archers raised their short horn bows. These short bows, which could only launch arrows two or three hundred meters at most, had long been obsolete in the allied forces.

"Raise your shields!" Lance's expression changed. No commander would order their troops to withstand a hail of arrows, no matter how devastating the damage they inflicted...

"Thud! Thud! Thud!" A dull thud resounded from the tower shields held high above their heads as falling arrows struck the shields, causing the hands of the swift infantrymen holding the shields to go numb.

"Hold on! They can't penetrate our tower shields!" Lance felt relieved after feeling the vibration in his hand. How could orcs without longbows and archers possibly penetrate tower shields?
"200 meters! First row, shields aligned!" Lance accurately calculated the distance between himself and the orcs. At 200 meters, the orcs' shortbows could already reach the Swiftflow Legion with a direct shot. The first row of infantry needed to guard against arrows coming from the front.

"Boom~ Boom~ Boom~" Iron boots pounded the ground, and a forest of spears, carrying the force of thunder, rushed towards the orc.

"The last 50 meters! Swiftflow troops! Charge! In the name of Swiftflow! Long live the Lagrange Empire!" Lance raised his chevaux-de-frise and, together with all the Swiftflow infantry, fiercely charged towards the terrified orcs.

A piercing scream echoed throughout the world as over a hundred orcs were hoisted into the air by the oncoming chevaux-de-frise. But that wasn't the worst of it! The well-trained and physically strong Swift Infantry didn't stop. The blood-stained chevaux-de-frise were once again thrust towards the orcs behind them. Then, the second rank of Swift Infantry thrust their spears through the orcs hoisted by the first rank. Countless convulsing bodies hung high in the air, a trail of crimson blood splattering behind them...

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“…How ruthless.” Roland watched the Swiftflow Legion soldiers slaughtering the orcs from his horse. Now he finally believed the rumors that these Swiftflow infantry could defeat the knights.

“Because… they are Swift Infantry!” Renault gazed at the valiant Swift Legion in the distance, his eyes gleaming with an unknown light.

“It’s time for us to move out too!” Roland said calmly, looking at the restless orc army.

"It's not time yet, the water isn't murky enough... Let Lance and the others hold on! If we don't move, we don't move; if we do, we'll make sure they never recover!" Renault's calm words carried an undisguised killing intent.

“Then let’s wait. The orcs haven’t reacted yet. Let Lance and the others hold them off for a while!” Roland nodded. Behind him, the knights of the Holy Light Knights stood silently in the snow. Only their breath and that of their warhorses indicated that they were alive.

"Your Highness, this old minister will go and add fuel to their fire. We can't keep letting the orcs at the front get beaten; such favoritism is unacceptable." Radil, leaning on his staff, rode a thin horse and swayed as he approached Roland to offer his services. "Pastor Ivy, you go with Lord Radil. Be careful!" Roland whispered a few words of advice before dismissing the two.

"After this battle, we need to recuperate properly. Swiftstream City is under too much pressure; it has no strength left to deal with the next war," Renault finally advised Roland after a moment of silence.

"You mean we won't get involved in the dwarves' Moria expedition?" Roland smiled.

“Your Highness…” Renault opened his mouth, hoping that Roland, as his subordinate, would steer the ship more steadily.

"Hmm, I'll consider it." Roland replied perfunctorily. He couldn't resist the temptation of the dragon knight. He knew that the system would provide a genuine Lagrange Empire dragon knight, the ultimate martial force trained and passed down through the system, which was definitely not comparable to Peter Gro's lucky half-baked skills.

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"Charge! Charge! Don't stop! You are children of the Swiftflow River! You are the Swiftflow Infantry! You are unstoppable! Kill!" Lance roared, swinging his chevaux-de-frise through the chests of four orcs in front of him. With a flick of his right hand, he forcefully tossed the four still-convulsing corpses away. Then, the chevaux-de-frise plunged back into the orcs' bodies, warm blood spurting as the Swiftflow Infantry thrust their chevaux-de-frise.

"Swoosh!" A Tier 3 Orc Berserker who had just cleaved through the shield of a Swift Infantry tower with a heavy axe was slowly ground to death by more than a dozen Swift Infantry. His corpse, left behind, was covered with bloody holes from being pierced by chevaux-de-frise and the severed heads of the chevaux-de-frise. The marks of being hit by a mace were still faintly visible on his head, and his hard skull was twisted and deformed...

"Ugh..." A swift infantryman, his chest and abdomen ripped open, weakly held up his spilling entrails, his dying breath filled with a desperate longing for life...

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"The orcs have realized what's happening!" Roland said anxiously, looking at the Swiftflow Legion, which was beginning to be surrounded by the orc army.

"Wait a little longer! Los Saint-Nir should be reacting by now!" Renault calmly observed the battlefield, hoping that the Holy Knights would appear at the time and place the orcs least wanted them to be there!
"Bang!" The sealed gates of Los Sannier were broken open from the inside, and a surging elven army poured out like a tide. Iovia, wielding a scimitar, took the lead, her exceptional agility granting her great mobility.

"Swish, swish, swish!" Before the men even arrived, the arrows came first! Three volleys of rapid fire completely shattered the orcs who had just begun to form a battle line. The orcs, who had managed to establish some order, fell to the ground in the rain of arrows. Those who survived scrambled for cover, desperately seeking refuge from the arrows. It was the psychological trauma inflicted on the orcs by the elven archers that had cost them their last chance to fight back. Because... the elves seized this precious opening and closed in. The encirclement that had surrounded the Swift Infantry crumbled on its own. Deprived of threats from the rear, the Swift Legion was now... unstoppable on the Lonely Mountain battlefield!
"It's time, Your Highness. Let the knights move!" Renault smiled as he looked at the coordinated elven army. The elven commander on the other side had a good grasp of the timing of the battle, and for the first time, Renault had full confidence in annihilating the orc army!

"Clatter, clatter, clatter~" The crisp sound of hooves rang out, and a small but insignificant torrent of steel moved its iron hooves without anyone knowing! Their target was the orcs' flank!
"Sizzle~" Countless spikes, each two meters long, instantly covered an area of ​​a hundred meters. All the orcs within the magical range were pierced by the spikes and pinned to the air. Only a few lucky ones managed to break the spikes and escape.

The war mage Radil quietly revealed the majesty that belongs to the war mage!
(End of this chapter)