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

Chapter 999 The Great Expedition!
In other words, the current Marshal of the Eastern Rohan is actually the grandfather or father of Éomund, who will die at the hands of the orcs in the future! Obviously, no one is as radical as Éomund. After all, during Éomund's time, Eastern Rohan was fortunate enough to prosper for a period of time. Although Éomund's reckless attacks were rather abstract, they at least severely hampered the expansion of the orcs and suppressed their further spread.

“They have abandoned the border region along the Anduin River…” Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso closed his eyes in anguish.

"..." Oakrian Ryukin also frowned. Not to mention Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso, who commanded a large army, even he, a "common soldier" who was obsessed with dogfighting, knew that the Anduin River was an insurmountable barrier!
"You're just going to abandon the Anduin River defenses like this?" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso's eyes were filled with shock and horror. Anyone with a brain would know that with the Anduin River in hand, the difficulty for the orcs to enter would increase exponentially!

"The orcs have landed downstream! Our forces are insufficient to guard the long border, and we don't have the money to build many castles because the herdsmen are constantly migrating..." the knight said awkwardly.

"Slap!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso slapped his forehead. All he wanted to do was curse those damned nomads! It's one thing to be nomadic in the North! But you've come all the way south to Gondor and you're still nomadic?! Is the South even a nomadic place? Instead of settling down to farm, cultivate the land, build cities, and be proper farmers, you're still clinging to those nomadic ways!

"This is terrible! The orcs have already entered Rohan!!!" Ocrean Ryukin closed his eyes in anguish. Back then, when Roland said he feared the orcs' influence had already spread into Rohan, Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso and he didn't believe it. After all, it was a unified kingdom; even if it was in a bad state, it shouldn't have let them invade its borders...

Now look what's happened! The orcs haven't crossed Rohan's borders, but the problem is Rohan's borders are flexible! They can move! Are you giving up this area called Ward between the Treebeam and Anduin Rivers just to give the orcs a good place to sleep? Okrian Ryukin just wants to shout "Ward Law!"
“Invincible!” Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso shook his head. Although the Ward region is still under Rohan’s control, judging from Rohan’s current flexibility in border control, it is estimated that the border will move to the Westmark region in a few years!
"Why don't you wipe out the orcs? We've already given them a good beating in the North!" Okrian Ryukin demanded.

"The North? Are you nobles from the Northern Kingdom?" the knight asked, looking up in surprise.

"So how did you manage to suffer repeated defeats despite winning on the main battlefield?" Archduke Oakrian Yaso propped his head up with one hand, barely suppressing the urge to slap the King of Rohan.

During the late Third Age, in the period immediately following Sauron's resurrection, Mordor and Gondor were locked in a stalemate, coexisting peacefully. Historically, the main battlefield during this time was the North, where the northern humans and dwarves fought fiercely against the orcs in the icy wilderness! This world is similar, except the North won decisively, swiftly and cleanly crushing the orcs, severing their connection with Mirkwood and Gombad! This demonstrates a significant advantage on the main battlefield!

“There are too many orcs… We simply can’t wipe them out. Large-scale cavalry can’t catch them, and they might even ambush us. Small-scale troops that go out are a one-way trip!” the knight said, frustrated.

"Huh? You're kidding, right? Rohan cavalry? Ambushed by orcs? This is a plain!" Okrian Ryukin spread his arms and looked around in shock. This kind of terrain, with only small hills and a vast plain that could be seen at a glance, was perfect for cavalry charges! Heavy infantry? How many heavy infantry units did the orcs have? Comrade Saruman, the pioneer of the magical industrial revolution, hadn't even surrendered yet! With Mordor's production efficiency, it would be amazing if Mordor could be armed with allies like the Harads or their lackeys! Where would they get the equipment to arm an advancing orc tribe in the wasteland?

“They are wolf riders…” Grand Duke Okrian Yaso shook his head to stop Okrian Ryukin’s taunts. When the knight said this, Grand Duke Okrian Yaso knew that their opponents were definitely not those guys with clubs.

“Yes, it’s Ork’s wolf riders! They… their wolves will tear your horses apart… no horse can stop their charge! The charge will be disrupted very quickly…” the knight said in anguish.

“Isn’t this even worse?” Oakrian Ryukin grinned.

"How many wolf riders are there?" Archduke Oakrian Yaso asked, looking at the collapsing knights.

"Probably a few hundred...maybe even a thousand..." the knight thought for a moment.

"How many soldiers do you have? How many knights?" Oakrian Ryukin pressed.

"Uh... um~ aba aba!" The knight stammered for a long time and finally just said aba aba, anyway, he couldn't explain it clearly.

“It would be a miracle if they told you anything if you directly asked them for military intelligence!” Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso shook his head helplessly. “…” The Knight of Rohan beside him blinked and gave an awkward but polite smile.

“Then what do we do?” Oakrian Ryukin whispered.

"What can we do? Let's lend a hand! Hundreds of orc wolf riders mean that at least a tribe of ten thousand orcs has migrated here. They are still slaughtering orcs. If we leave them alone, orcs will become a plague in no time!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso sighed.

Indeed, as he had predicted, the orcs of this region were driven out during the time of Éomer, and he himself died while pursuing them. From then on, there were no more inhabitants in this land. Éomer's son, Éomer, evacuated all the residents, leaving only guards and nimble scouts! It was not until the victory in the expedition against Mordor that this land welcomed back its master!
“Come on! Take us to see your commander! And bring these two children with you! You need to find them a home!” Grand Duke Okrian Yaso patted the knight on the shoulder and pulled him up.

……

"How are the soldiers' preparations?" Roland asked calmly.

"Your Majesty, everything is ready! You..." Yun Feng opened his mouth, but ultimately did not continue.

"Okay, I'm leaving! Take good care of the kingdom, and keep it a secret from Nyx for me!" Roland patted Yun Feng on the shoulder.

"Your Majesty, those scrolls have already been distributed..." Marquis Al-Tegran Franz choked out, as if Roland's departure were a matter of life and death.

"Get out! Don't curse me! Be normal, Your Excellency Marquis! I'm going on an expedition, not to a funeral!" Roland's brows furrowed into a large "king" shape.

“I can’t bear to part with you… Your Majesty!” Marquis Al-Tegran Franz said, wiping away his tears.

"Did you hear that?" Roland suddenly asked Yun Feng, turning his head.

"What did you hear?" Yun Feng asked, bewildered.

“He said he couldn’t bear to part with me, and if I were to die in battle, then he would allow Marquis Al-Tegran Franz to be buried with the noble King Lagran!” Roland said with a sly smile.

“Your Majesty…you…” Marquis Al-Tegran Franz opened his mouth, wanting to curse but not knowing how to begin.

“Let’s go!” Roland nodded firmly.

Please vote for me! Please give me some tips! My family is starving! Please give me some tips... I can't accept any more! I won't stand you up anymore.