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

"Where are the rest of you?" Roland then realized that there were only two soldiers in front of him, and the remaining eight were unknown... Roland's expression turned grim.

"Uh, the sergeant led his men to pursue them! We'll stay here to take care of the wounded..." the two soldiers said sternly.

"..." Roland's eyes began to twitch.

"Why didn't you say there were wounded earlier? What nonsense are you talking about? Where are the wounded?" Omske kicked one of them over. When lives were at stake, they were still circling around him.

"Oh, oh, oh!" The two suddenly realized, as if they had just learned that one of their brothers was injured.

……

"His Highness and the others are here!" Before long, the two turned to a bush less than fifty meters away from the spot, where several brave warriors could be vaguely seen lying inside.

"Quick! Clear out the space!" Roland said anxiously, and casually cast a group holy light over it.

"Crack!" Several knights immediately dismounted and began cutting down bushes with their swords to clear a spacious area.

"Huh? Has the Lord's reinforcements arrived?"

"Thank God! What was that? My injury doesn't seem to hurt anymore!"

"How ignorant! That's holy light! The Holy Knight has arrived too!"

To Roland's utter bewilderment, a holy light enveloped the once-dead bushes, instantly bringing them to life. The four warriors lying on the ground began to discuss the scene as if they had been resurrected.

"Huh? Your Highness?" Finally, these four fools noticed Roland's crown and realized that the person in front of them was actually King Roland!
Roland couldn't help but gasp. He had made an indelible contribution to global warming. So, there were actually people in the kingdom who didn't recognize him? Roland was shocked. The entire kingdom had less than 20,000 people, and there were still people who didn't recognize him… Roland thought he was truly a failure as king.

"..." Apophis Breo knew something was wrong as soon as he saw the way these people were acting, and sure enough, the next second he was given a surprise.

"Weren't you injured?" Apophis Breo stared at the four lively men, his teeth grinding together.

“Come on! Tell me what’s going on?” Apophis Breo pointed to the person on the far right.

"My lord, my ribs were broken by an orc..."

"Hmm!" Apophis Breo nodded. Although he couldn't fight because of a broken rib, it wasn't a fatal injury, so it was normal for him to be lively.

"And you?" Apophis Breo's gaze swept over another person.

"I twisted my ankle while chasing orcs..." the soldier chuckled sheepishly.

"..." Apophis Breo pursed his lips and didn't speak. It was something they were capable of doing. Non-combat casualties were a characteristic of these brave warriors. They often fell or twisted their ankles in the heat of battle, after all, the narrow field of vision and the huge war halberds made them unstable.

“And you?” Apophis Breo looked at the next person.

"Hehehe... My halberd is broken!" The honest and brave warrior pulled out the broken halberd from behind his back, which had been broken when he cut the bones of the half-orc.

"..." Apophis Breo gave him a deep look, and could only say that he was a talent! "And you? What's wrong with you?" Apophis Breo looked at the last person. This young man looked relatively clean and didn't have any obvious external injuries.

"...The sergeant said I was running too slowly and told me to come back and rest..." The soldier recounted Olaf's order with a wronged expression.

"Wait? Where is your captain?" Roland's expression suddenly changed. Where were the rest of them?
"The squad leader said that evil must be eradicated, so he led his men in three groups to pursue the fleeing orc soldiers!" a soldier said proudly.

"Oh, they went to chase after the fleeing soldiers... Oh my god! Say that again!" Roland suddenly realized that something seemed off about the soldier's words.

"The centurion has led his men in three groups to pursue the fleeing orc soldiers..." The soldier was startled by Roland's appearance.

"Huh? How dare he?" Roland exclaimed in surprise.

"The squad leader said he learned this tactic from our lord! A three-pronged attack, encircling from two sides! We're sure to crush those bastards!" the soldier said smugly.

"I..." Apophis Breo felt like strangling him. Is this how tactics are used? He only had four men under his command, including himself! What kind of tactics are you using?!

"..." Roland stared blankly at Apophis Breo, then mechanically gave him a thumbs up.

"Your Highness, would you believe me if I said I didn't know?" Apophis Breo said bitterly, looking at Roland at this moment he felt like dying.

"Apophis! You're a real talent! Four men chasing down nearly a thousand fleeing soldiers in three separate groups! You're a great teacher!" Omske patted Apophis Breo on the shoulder and said with deep appreciation.

"..." Apophis Breo stood there, on the verge of tears. He had already wanted to kill that decimator named Olaf, but wasn't this digging his own grave, and a bottomless one at that! "Your tactics are really lowering my prestige!" Apophis Breo thought bitterly.

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"What should we do, Your Highness? The snow has covered their footprints, but we still have to continue..." Omske said hesitantly.

"Of course! You're not even as good as a few ordinary soldiers, are you? Or has your courage been eroded by bread, beer, and tofu pudding?" Roland looked at Omske.

“No! Of course not! I was just worried about your safety, Your Highness…” Omske immediately puffed out his chest and said.

"Then let's settle them down and continue the search! We won't give up on any of our people who can still be rescued! You don't want to become a foil for those few who are showing off their bravery, do you?" Roland glanced at them and said indifferently.

Omske's heart sank. He could already imagine what the rumors would say: that he had abandoned his comrades, that a dignified sixth-rank soldier was less brave than a few ordinary soldiers, and so on...

Omsk gave Roland a deep look. "Fine! Since you're willing to risk your life, what am I afraid of? What could an orc possibly have to threaten me with?" Omsk shook his head and immediately blew his horn to summon the knights.

……

“Come on, tactical master! Analyze for me where they should be right now and what they’re doing,” Roland said casually, walking side by side with Apophis Breozzi.

"Your Highness is joking..." Apophis Breo forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, while inwardly plotting how to torture Olaf!
"No, no, no! For a mere decimator to have such insight shows that you've indeed done a good job teaching!" Roland said earnestly. Although it was absurd for four people to attack in three separate groups and encircle the fleeing orc soldiers, it didn't hinder the effectiveness of his training! At least the junior officers had gained some tactical awareness under Apophis Breo's instruction.

Well, Roland admits he has some tactical awareness, but not much...