I reforged the glory of the magic ring in Middle-earth

Chapter 114 Iron-footed Dyne
After hearing their king's battle cry resounding throughout the battlefield, the fighting spirit in the hearts of the War Sheep Knights burned even more fiercely.

And those earthworms, just as Dain said, were not good at fighting.

They had only been following Azog's orders, and only after feeling the strong vibrations caused by the passing of the dwarf army on the ground did they suddenly wake up from their dormant state and slowly crawl out from underground.

However, when they actually showed up, they just stood there stupidly without taking any further action.

The massive bodies of these earthworms stood motionless, seemingly oblivious to the battle before them. Even as the dwarven war sheep riders and heavy infantry charged towards them, they remained motionless, neither defending nor attacking.

There was even a ground worm that was leisurely chewing the rock it had just bitten off. The rock was chewed into pieces in its mouth, and then it slowly swallowed the rock into its mouth, completely ignoring the dwarves rushing towards it.

"Aim at the bodies of these big bugs!" The war sheep knight at the front let out a deafening roar.

During the bumpy charge of the war sheep, the dwarves remained agile and skillfully placed their spears flat.

The spear shone with an icy cold light, flashing a chilling glow in the sunlight.

The War Sheep Knights, filled with the fury of the Dwarves, thrust their spears one after another into the exposed, massive bodies of the Earthworms. Each thrust was accompanied by the Dwarves' roars, venting their wrath mercilessly on the Earthworms like a violent storm.

"grumble--!"

The earthworm felt the severe pain in its body and emitted a sharp and piercing buzzing sound, the sound like a sharp blade cutting through the sky.

They twisted their huge and bulky bodies and threw the sheep knights away with force. The dwarves wearing plate armor drew arcs in the air and then fell heavily to the ground.

Then, amidst a violent tremor, the earth worms that had only suffered minor skin injuries swiftly retreated back into the ground and hid.

This scene made the war sheep knights who were originally prepared to deal with the opponent's counterattack, as well as the dwarf heavy infantry who rushed to the battlefield later, stand there in amazement, with disbelief on their faces.

Although Dain said they were not good at fighting, the scene before them made the dwarves couldn't help but complain in their hearts: "Isn't this too cowardly?"

The War Sheep Knights, who had just been thrown away by the Earthworms, were now climbing back up from the ground. They were just a little dazed and dizzy from the fall, but they were fine.

The only loss might be the iron spear that was originally held tightly in his hand, which is now left on the body of the earth worm.

Now, the only thing they had left was the short blade forged from fine steel.

At this time, Dai Yin also spurred his mount to the nearby area. He jumped off the wild boar, leaned over and put his ear close to the ground, listening carefully to the movements coming from the burrows left by the earth worms, and his expression became solemn.

He shouted in a deep voice, "Don't let your guard down! Heavy infantry, advance quickly and establish a solid shield formation! Sheep Knights, regroup and create sufficient distance for the charge! A large army of Orcs is descending upon us from the holes gnawed by the earthworms!"

As Dain finished speaking, the dwarf soldiers immediately took action as quickly as a taut bowstring.

The heavy infantry, relying on the tacit understanding cultivated through long training, quickly and orderly arranged themselves into a solid shield formation. They tightly connected their heavy shields, forming a solid protective barrier that stretched across the battlefield, ready to meet the enemy's attack at any time.

The war sheep knights also quickly adjusted their formation. They sat firmly on the broad backs of the war sheep, tightly grasped the reins, laid down their spears again, looked ahead, and maintained an optimal charging distance from the pit.

The war sheep let out a low roar and pawed the ground with its front hooves, ready to charge together with the dwarves on its back. As soon as the order was given, they would sweep towards the enemy like a surging wave.

"Pay attention to the movements on the ground at all times! If you hear the same vibrations you heard in the valley before, leave your place immediately!" Dain ordered loudly. His voice echoed over the battlefield like thunder, and every dwarf soldier near Dain could hear it clearly.

He did not forget that the worm was only hiding and not really running away.

At the same time, the dwarf messenger also responded quickly, blowing the horn hard to convey Dain's order.

There was a hint of vigilance in Dain's eyes as he scanned the ground around him, knowing that these ground worms might reappear at any time and bring unexpected trouble to the army.

Damn Azog, if only our dwarven chariots were still there.

Dai Yin's face was as gloomy as water. He stared at the holes made by the earthworms and thought angrily in his heart.

His fists clenched involuntarily, and the joints turned pale, as if he was using all his strength to suppress the anger in his heart.

Those potholes seemed to be Azog's mockery, making Dain feel deeply powerless. He wished that the dwarf chariots that had once been so majestic on the battlefield could appear here again and help them turn the situation around.

The terrain left by the earthworms was like a natural cage, forming a perfect trap. If the dwarf chariot's ballista was still there, it could accurately aim at those holes and fire thick and sharp crossbow arrows.

Those crossbow arrows were enough to suppress the Orcs hiding in the pits, making it impossible for them to escape. They could only become living targets for the dwarves in the narrow pits, unable to fight back.

However, now Dain could only order the heavy infantry to form a shield formation on the spot, which was already a gamble that the ground worms would not drill out of the ground again in a short time.

(Shield Formation:
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If he was absolutely sure that the worms would not appear immediately, he would have ordered the heavy infantry to charge forward and block the tunnel entrances, instead of just watching the tunnel entrances and waiting for the Orcs to rush out like he was doing now.

After all, if the earthworms appear again and launch a surprise attack from underground, the heavy infantry blocking the cave entrance will fall into an extremely passive situation. Not only will they be unable to effectively stop the Orcs, they may also suffer a double attack from the earthworms and Orcs.

Therefore, Dain could only choose to have the heavy infantry form a formation and wait, hoping that the earth worms would not come out to cause trouble again for the time being, while also being prepared to deal with various emergencies at any time.

As for retreat, Dain had considered it, but judging from the footsteps he heard, the Orcs would surge upon him before his army could regroup and retreat.

At that time, the formation of our army had only been adjusted halfway, and the soldiers were still in a state of confusion, with a disorganized formation and their morale inevitably affected.

If the Dwarf army were attacked by the Orcs at this time, it would be extremely passive, with unimaginable casualties. It is very likely that the Dwarf army would be defeated by the Orcs or even annihilated.

Therefore, Dai Yin did not dare to order a retreat easily, and could only fight head-on, hoping to find a glimmer of hope in this fierce battle.

"Kill all the dwarf scum--!" As expected, Dain's thoughts were still flowing in his mind, and the roar of the Orcs was like a thunder, suddenly reaching his ears, pulling him back from his brief thoughts to the cruel reality.

At the entrance of the pit left by the worms, a large group of orcs could be seen, whose bodies were obviously stronger than any orcs Dain had seen before.

They were dressed in sophisticated and ferocious black iron armor, wearing uniform iron helmets, and wielding machetes in their hands.

The black armor on the orcs looked like messengers from hell in the sunlight, and the blades in their hands glowed with bloodthirsty light.

When they saw the dwarves, they roared as if they had seen prey. Their roars were filled with endless murderous intent and hatred towards the dwarves, especially the dwarves of Durin's lineage.

Yet, in contrast to the orderly and well-prepared Dwarves, these Orcs had no formation at all.

These Orcs were like a group of mad beasts, rushing out of the pit without any order.

But to Dain and his army, even though these Orcs had no formation, the chaotic charge was still a dark torrent, rushing towards them with the momentum to destroy them.

"Rakan, Bekar! (Weapons ready!)"

The dwarf heavy infantry commander in charge of the right army shouted loudly, his eyes fixed on the Orcs who were about to crash into their shields. He tightly grasped the heavy tower shield in his hand, which was almost as tall as the dwarf, and held it firmly in front of him.

"Hey! Hoo! Yay!"

The dwarven heavy infantry also responded to their commander's shouts with great momentum, their voices like surging waves, one wave higher than the other.

The dwarves who were in charge of building the shield formation tilted their bodies slightly, and their feet in heavy iron boots were like roots, firmly stepping into the ground, as if they had merged with the earth, and it was impossible to shake them at all.

Those dwarves who thrust their spears out from the gaps in the shield formation pressed their palms hard against the ends of the spears. The muscles on their arms under their armor were tense and veins bulged.

Seen from above, the battle between Dwarfs and Orcs looked like the collision of a silver-grey shore and a black wave.

The commander of the right army widened his eyes and stared at the orcs who were less than ten meters away from him.

At the critical moment when the two sides were about to collide, he shouted loudly: "Spearmen, pay attention!"

The voice of the commander of the right army was like a lightning of command, cutting through the clamor of the battlefield.

After hearing this order, the spearmen gripped their spears even tighter with their hands, as if they wanted to pour all their strength into the spears.

Finally, the black waves slammed heavily against the silver-gray coast.

The Orcs crashed into the Dwarf's shield formation like a surging wave.

But the Dwarven shields, like a solid rock, held the Orcs' charge steady. Protected by their shields, the spearmen thrust their spears with precision, each strike exacting a heavy toll on the Orcs.

The black waves were shattered in front of the silver-grey coast. The first round of attack by the Orcs was successfully resisted by the Dwarf army, and their corpses were scattered on the battlefield like broken waves.

Judging from the performance of these Orcs, it is not difficult to find that even Azog can only make the Orcs obey his arrangements on basic instructions such as when to attack and when to retreat.

As for more sophisticated tactical coordination, we can't expect these simple-minded Oaks to be able to do it.

They were like a group of driven wild beasts, relying only on instinct and brute force to charge forward, without understanding what tactical coordination or formation changes meant.

In Middle-earth, the Orcs are far inferior to humans, dwarves and elves in terms of individual quality and military literacy.

However, the reason why the Orcs became a major threat to the various races in Middle-earth was not because of their individual qualities and military proficiency, but because of their numbers.

They multiply like weeds, their numbers seemingly endless. On the battlefield, Orcs often rely on human waves to overwhelm their opponents. Their tactics are simple and crude, often surging forward, relying on numbers and brute force to make up for their inherent combat power and tactical deficiencies.

The first wave of Orcs had just fallen before the Dwarves' spears, and their bodies had not yet cooled completely, when the second wave of Orcs rushed in, stepping on the flesh and blood of their compatriots.

The third wave of Orcs was also on their way to charge. They kept pouring out from the holes left by the earthworms, as if they were endless.

At the same time, the fourth wave of Orcs had already appeared at the entrance of the pit formed by the earth worms, ready to join this bloody battle at any time.

Not only the Orcs, but also the howling of the Wargs could be heard from the deep pit, which clearly reached the ears of the dwarf soldiers and made their hearts sink.

In this black Oak torrent, black and gray "tributaries" suddenly and quickly split out from the side. Those were the wargs from Mount Gundabad!
They moved among the orcs at an astonishing speed.

"Owu! (Crush the dwarf!)"

The Wargs howled and grumbled to each other in their own language, and the Orcs on their backs clutched the reins tightly, and together they circled around the flank of the Dwarven heavy infantry's solid line of defense.

Noticing this, Dain didn't hesitate. He immediately raised his warhammer and roared, "Sheep Knights, follow me! Hold the line! Command the center to quickly support our comrades on the right! Then command the left to encircle these wolf cubs who dared to circle around our flank!"

“Woo~Woo——!”

The dwarf messenger gathered all his strength, pressed his lips tightly against the horn, and blew the horn in his hand with force, letting the passionate horn sound resound throughout the battlefield again.

Dain, riding a sturdy wild boar, took the lead in charging the wolves and orcs, his figure like a flash of red-gold lightning.

The war sheep knights followed their king closely, roaring loudly and without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)