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

Chapter 460 "Master of Military Strategy"?
"Calm down! Calm down! The lord must have said something!" Olaf forced himself to calm down, carefully recalling every detail about Apophis Breo, hoping to find a solution.

“Courage, perseverance…timing!” Olaf calmed down and slowly thought about it, a few glimmers of light gradually appearing in his eyes.

“Let’s hold our ground! Let them make a mistake!” Olaf remembered Apophis Breo’s casual remark that if the enemy has no weaknesses, let them make them.

"Yes!" The breathing of the people under the barrel-shaped helmets gradually became heavy, and their round shields overlapped to protect the vital parts of their chests, abdomens and torsos.

To be honest, no one expected that their two layers of armor could stop the orcs' attacks. The roaming orcs mostly used blunt weapons, and the chainmail on the warriors' armor couldn't stop those whistling clubs.

"Awooo!" Accompanied by the distinctive howl of the orcs, a group of orcs dressed in animal skins charged out, wielding clubs tied with stones or bones. This made everyone gasp in shock, but also relieved—they rarely had metal weapons or armor.

"Horizontal Slash!" Olaf ordered as the orcs approached, and a group of burly warriors immediately swung their sharp, sickle-like halberds and swept out.

"Bah!"

"laugh!"

"Awoooooo!"

"Help!"

"my leg!"

The orcs collapsed to the ground in agony, their severed arms and legs flying everywhere. Many were cut in half at the waist, struggling and screaming in agony with only a breath left. Even more tragic were the orcs with broken arms and legs, who clutched their bleeding limbs and howled pitifully, their bodies trembling with pain and rage.

"Hook!" Olaf coldly gave the order.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

"Plop~"

At Olaf's command, the warriors took a step back in unison, mechanically pulling back their halberds. Gushes of blood shot into the sky, and the orcs who had been screaming in agony were all beheaded, their hideous heads rolling on the ground.

With a slash and a hook, the moves were simple, yet they contained the profound truth that simplicity is the ultimate sophistication. In just a few seconds, more than twenty orcs fell at the foot of the mound.

"Stabilize the line! Hold up your shields!" Olaf used his shield to desperately block the flying pebbles. The orcs were using the method of throwing pebbles to interfere with their battle, which undoubtedly distracted everyone. Although the long spears he had extended were covered with the blood of the orcs, it was not enough to completely intimidate them. Olaf could only lead his soldiers to fight the orcs.

……

"What? The orcs were defeated?" Roland rushed over, only to hear Apophis Breo scratching his head and telling him that the orcs had been driven out. Listening to Apophis Breo recount how his dozen or so King's Knights had breached the orcs' defenses and caused their collapse, Roland was utterly bewildered. He'd driven a hundred miles just to hear this guy boast about his victory?
“Sigh, next time, don’t report or ask for help for such trivial matters. Just drive them away! As long as they don’t dare to enter the heart of the kingdom, there’s no need to fight them to the death!” Roland shook his head and sighed deeply.

Although Apophis Breo's report requesting reinforcements was somewhat hasty, Roland was pleased that Apophis Breo, as the descendant of the Lion King, possessed excellent military skills and political acumen. For example, this time, Apophis Breo didn't seek help from the nearby Lulong Fortress, but instead went to Swiftstream City to request reinforcements! This was because Apophis Breo understood that Lulong Fortress absolutely could not be lost. Even if his entire army was wiped out, the garrison of Lulong Fortress could not be moved lightly. What if the orcs played a siege and ambush strategy? The orcs that took the opportunity to flood into the fortress would definitely give Renault a headache, and even if those orc ambushes were eventually cleared out, the casualties would be heavy.

"Alright, I'll head back now. Remember to give my regards to Renault!" Roland waved and prepared to leave. After all, Roland had a lot of things to deal with and didn't have time to catch up with Renault. He believed that Renault would understand.

"Thank you for your support, Your Highness. I'm sorry to have troubled you!" Apophis Breo saw Roland off from the stronghold with a forced smile. After all, this intelligence report was so well-deserved that even King Roland himself had brought his knights...

"Report! My lord, something terrible has happened! Our soldiers who were chasing the orcs have been surrounded by them!" Olaf's valiant warrior, who had been sent to request reinforcements, finally returned, his legs swaying as he ran.

"..." Roland stared intently at the newcomer, Apophis Breo, with an interrogative expression on his face.

"What's going on? Speak! Report the truth! Didn't you see His Highness here? Why aren't you bowing?" Apophis Breo kicked the oblivious soldier and, meeting Roland's questioning gaze, immediately began to interrogate him.

It turned out that it would have been better if I hadn't asked. I found out that one of my squads, which was ordered to chase and drive away orcs, was surrounded by nearly a thousand orcs on a small hill!

At this moment, Apophis Breo wished he could slap himself twice. He had been so stupid and foolish to order his soldiers to chase after the fleeing orcs, and at the same time, he wanted to kill Olaf, who had misunderstood his intentions. Who chases orcs for twenty miles? Who uses ten men to fight against nearly a thousand fleeing orcs? Even if those orcs were useless, the number of punches they threw couldn't be faked. One punch from each of them was enough for everyone to erect a monument to them.

"Very well! Lord Apophis Breo, you truly are a pillar of the kingdom! As expected of an ancient family descended from the empire, your style is indeed extraordinary! Even your soldiers are so confident! You truly are a strategic mastermind of Lagrange! You are a god of war reborn!" Roland laughed angrily. With this kind of attitude, he still wants to be sent out to expand the territory? Go to hell! You dare to order the entire army to hunt down the enemy without knowing the situation? No, wait, this kid at least left a dozen or so people in the stronghold.

"Omsk! Assemble the team, we're going to rescue them!" Roland ignored Apophis Breo and turned to Omsk before going to the soldier who had just called for help.

“Give him a horse! Will my warrior take me to rescue your comrades?” Roland proclaimed.

“Of course! Your Highness! It is my honor!” the soldier said happily.

"This is the kingdom's duty and responsibility! The king will not abandon any citizen, not even a beggar! The kingdom will do its utmost to ensure the safety of every citizen! No one can kill my people in front of the king! No one!" Roland roared, brandishing his Dragon Slayer Sword. The chilling light made the remaining soldiers' blood boil. They shouted Roland's name in unison, praising his benevolence and greatness.

Apophis Breo gave Roland a deep look and nodded slightly. This king was doing a very proper job. This subtle confrontation between the king and the nobles ended with the king's complete victory. Apophis Breo watched Roland's back with great pleasure. This unreliable king had finally learned to win the hearts of the people in front of the nobles. This indicated that King Roland was approaching maturity.

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"Captain! Is this going to do any good?" Watching the orcs surge in like a tide and then recede quickly like waves crashing against rocks, the wounded and armored warriors were all in a state of low morale.

"Of course! This is what the lord said! There's no mistake! I've been secretly learning military strategy from the lord for so long, I at least deserve the title of a master of military strategy!" Olaf said proudly. Only in this way could he give the other soldiers hope. Once they lost their fighting spirit, they would soon be swallowed up by the orcs.

(End of this chapter)