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

Chapter 367 Commander of Ten Thousand

"Kneel down!" The knight kicked them in the back of the knees, knocking them to the ground one by one.

"Where are you from?" Roland suddenly asked coldly in a Western language.

"We...we are the Steel Fang Tank Division!" the prisoner kneeling on the ground said tremblingly.

“Steel Teeth Tank Division…” Roland narrowed his eyes and looked at the banner that had been cut down. It was embroidered with a wheel and a pair of sharp, crossed steel teeth. Although the design was somewhat abstract, it was still vaguely discernible.

"How many people came in total?" Roland asked.

"..." The three people kneeling on the ground remained silent.

"Pfft!" Roland casually chopped one down.

"How many of you came in total!" Roland asked calmly, ignoring the crimson blood splattered on his face. Having experienced numerous battles, although Roland's cultivation hadn't increased much, his experience and mentality had matured. He could now calmly chop off someone's head and chat casually, completely unfazed by the blood splattered on his face, even licking the salty blood with his tongue. (Of course, the orcs wouldn't dare; Roland wasn't that monstrous.)
"..." The two remained silent, but their trembling bodies betrayed their fear.

Roland smiled. He didn't think these three women were chaste and virtuous women, nor were they brave warriors who were ready to die. The real warriors were already lying on the ground.

"Ah!" Roland casually swung his hand, and an arm flew out.

"Ah!" Another sword strike, and a thigh was severed.

"Ouch..." Another arm flew out.

"Ah! Ah! Ah..." The chariot soldier, struggling to push off the ground with one leg, had his last leg cut off by Roland.

"I'll show you some fireworks!" Roland smiled slightly at another soldier who was so scared he wet himself.

Roland then strolled over and picked up the humanoid "Sparkling Flower" that was still writhing on the ground. He couldn't help but frown as he watched the blood splattering from the roots of the severed limbs that were still flying around.

"Pfft!" Two jets of blood shot into the sky and instantly drenched Roland. Covered in blood, Roland flashed his white teeth at the only survivor.

"Is it beautiful? So how many of you are there..." Roland tilted his head slightly and smiled, streaks of blood slowly sliding down Roland's face.

“The... the... the captain... led... four thousand... a thousand men, 1000 light tanks, 400 medium tanks…” The survivor looked at Roland with trepidation.

"Pfft!" Roland sheathed his sword.

"Damn it! You're so hesitant to speak!" Roland cursed, staring at the convulsing corpse lying on the ground, his eyes full of disgust.

"Fine, I'm handsome and kind-hearted, I'll give him a quick death!" Roland sighed inwardly, feeling grateful for his own kindness.

"..." The surrounding knights all showed expressions of disgust.

"How do you make shamelessness sound so elegant and refined?" Verviers asked with a look of disgust from the side. Despite the chaotic battle, Verviers' clothes were not even wrinkled, and he had the air of a refined gentleman.

"Pretend! Keep pretending!" Roland rolled his eyes at Verway. He really knew how to put on a show. There were no girls watching, so what was the point of pretending to be so elegant?
Verway and Roland continued their banter casually. Roland stood in the open space with his hands outstretched, while two knights surrounded him, pouring buckets of water over his blood-stained armor.

……

"Your Highness!" Caslo walked over and bowed respectfully.

"What's wrong? Oh! You must be tired. Didn't you get any rest? Why don't you take a nap? You look terrible!" Roland shook his head as he looked at Caslo's ashen face.

"Your Highness, I am unharmed! Our scouts... were brutally murdered!" Caslo suppressed his anger.

"..." Roland's smile immediately turned cold. "Explain in detail!" Roland waved his hand, and the two knights washing clothes beside him immediately left.

“It’s like this…” Caslo began to recount the events to Roland in detail.

"Good! Good! Good!" Roland laughed in anger, repeatedly praising it.

"Bring him here! Let me see what this warrior looks like!" Roland said with great interest.

Ajax quickly dragged the person over, casually tossed him in front of Roland, and then respectfully thumped her chest in a salute.

"Tsk!" Roland carefully examined the woman kneeling on the ground. Through her tattered clothes, he could tell that she had a good figure, and judging from her face, she should be a barbarian beauty with a very wild beauty, even though she had been beaten into a pig's head.

"Come on! Tell me who you are!" Roland became interested and casually pulled the cloth out of Naluye's mouth.

"Ugh! You Western bastard!" Naluye had just had the cloth removed from her mouth when Roland struck her in the face.

"Smack!" The bloody phlegm hit Roland's face with a crisp sound, and the scene instantly fell into an eerie silence.

"Pfft!" Verway, who had been watching Roland's interrogation with great interest, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of water.

"Cough cough cough!" Verway was choked and rolled on the ground, completely losing his previous composure.

“…” Caslo.

“…” Ajax.

"..." Badr, who was watching the spectacle.

"..." Roland raised his hand in disbelief and wiped the bloody phlegm off his face.

"Your Highness!" Ajax rushed forward immediately.

"Bastard!" Caslo drew his sword, ready to slay "Peach Blossom."

"Wait!" Roland called out, stopping Caslo's actions.

"Good! You're brave! I won't kill you, I'll make you watch your army's annihilation! I mean watch it with your own eyes! Don't worry, I'll arrange the best viewing spot for you!" Roland narrowed his eyes. This Lagrange bandit… no! I mean King Roland of Lagrange! Since his debut, he's shed blood, been wounded, confronted elves, beaten orcs, and hunted down Ringwraiths. He's a man who wielded a kitchen knife, hacking his way from the Southern Heavenly Gate to the Eastern Road of Penglai! When has he ever suffered such humiliation? The physical harm wasn't great, but the insult was extreme!
"You dog! Bastard! Beast! If you have the guts, kill me! You scum! My father will definitely kill you to avenge me! You bastards abandoned by the gods! If you have the guts, then... Waaah!" Caslo quickly gagged her, but even so she managed to get a chance to curse Roland half to death.

“...Keep an eye on her!” Roland left with a dark expression.

……

"What do you think?" Roland turned his gaze to the people around him.

"Looks like her father is someone important?" Caslo shrugged, seemingly unconcerned.

"My longbow fights for you!" Baldr said before falling silent, the unspoken message being: I don't know anything, I'm only responsible for killing! You tell me what to do and I'll go kill!

"I have a feeling that the father of this unruly Dongyi man might be the so-called commander of ten thousand men this time?" Verway frowned and pondered.

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