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

Chapter 1052 Battle
"Then what should we say? Should we go up and kill him first?" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso gestured with his hand, making a chopping motion.

“I suggest you be patient. We need to wear down these wolf riders… I think unrestrained wolf riders are just as dangerous as a pack of them…” Oakrian Ryukin quickly stopped Archduke Oakrian Yaso. If they charged out, the two of them could hold off the sixth-tier orc overlords, but the scattered wolf riders would be enough to turn this area into a mess for years to come!

Large-scale wolf riders can be wiped out in a head-on, heavy-arms battle, but if a large number of wolf riders become scattered, plundering bands, the harm they cause is far greater! Those familiar with history know that the most difficult aspect of conquering territory is counterinsurgency, especially against wolf riders who can crush ordinary militias and even regular armies! It wasn't that Okrian Lukin underestimated Earl Raymond's domain; rather, they simply lacked the capacity to quickly eliminate these mobile wolf riders…

The battlefield does not change according to human will. While the two were talking, the wandering orcs had already rushed up carrying simple wooden ladders. Don't expect the orcs to carry any siege equipment on their long journey, and don't overestimate their craftsmanship. Without accompanying artisans, asking the orcs to make a large siege weapon by hand is no different from asking them to die!
"Archers! Fire!" Okrian Ryukin, atop the city wall, estimated the distance and immediately ordered his archers to fire! Although Earl Lemon didn't have many professional archers, he could still muster a few dozen. While this level of arrow barrage was barely noticeable to Lagrang, for Earl Lemon's territory and these orcs… well, it was a truly excellent matchmaking system! A zero-sum game!

"Whoosh!" The arrow, imbued with the skill, was launched into the sky! It traversed nearly a thousand meters and landed among the orc army.

"Pfft! Pfft!" The accuracy of the projectiles was appalling, but they still managed to hit some "lucky" orcs. Those hit in the torso could only wail in pain and wait to die, while those hit in the limbs could at least pray to the Beast God to protect them from being hit in the arteries and struggle a little longer.

"The effect is terrible!" Archduke Oakrian Yasuo frowned and complained after looking at the damage effect.

"Look at how many archers there are? I wouldn't dare let them use their skills!" Okrian Ryukin complained. A sparse rain of arrows briefly cast a shadow over Okrian Ryukin's head, and as the rain of arrows fell, Grand Duke Okrian Yasuo's face looked strange.

"The damage output isn't good enough..." Archduke Oakrian Yasuo clicked his tongue in disappointment. Although archers' range becomes extremely terrifying with the help of skills, without using attack skills, they are at best just archers with frightening range. Without creating a density advantage, they simply cannot achieve the ability to cause large-scale damage.

"It's meant to be a deterrent! Look, those wandering orcs are starting to show fear!" Oakrian Ryukin smiled at Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso, pointing at the hesitant wandering orcs and their increasingly sluggish movements.

"I'm afraid it won't last long!" Archduke Oakrian Yaso shook his head regretfully. Sure enough, the wolf riders quickly caught up. They swung their scimitars and short spears, slashing and stabbing at the hesitant orcs. The poorly clothed wasteland orcs fell with cries of agony. With the tragic deaths of their kin, the remaining orcs actually quickened their pace...

"...These beasts really have no brains!" Okrian Ryukin almost laughed in anger as he watched the wasteland orcs who had already run within 500 meters. He had originally wanted to intimidate the orcs' group and cause them to break apart in order to gain a local advantage, but he didn't expect the other side to run even faster...

"Forget it! We can only go head-to-head!" Grand Duke Okrian Yasuo patted him on the shoulder. Such an excellent matchmaking system left him with no chance to make any moves. Even Grand Duke Okrian Yasuo, who was used to playing large groups of troops, couldn't find any tricks. After all, neither side had many cards left to play.

"Looks like we'll have to pick up our swords again..." Oakrian Ryukin's dream of slacking off was shattered. In the current situation, if they didn't clear out the remaining soldiers, the orcs might actually break in. "Let them see some blood first..." Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso looked at the trembling militia. Thinking about the task Roland had given him and the future situation, Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso felt a headache coming on. You're telling me these "Horse Riders" soldiers who can barely hold a gun are going to fight Mordor to the death? Can they win?
"Hmm! The combat capabilities of these soldiers are worrying!" Okrian Ryukin sighed. Apart from the cavalry, knights, and a few professionals, the other militia and guards clearly lacked combat experience. However, Okrian Ryukin was not surprised. Training soldiers required a lot of food and fodder, and Rohan, a semi-nomadic and semi-agricultural country, obviously could not afford such a large expenditure. At most, they could only train field legions, while the militia and city guards were left to their own devices.

"Kill!" The orcs' roars were already clearly audible, but Okrian Ryukin calmly ordered the archers to fire. As the distance closed, the archers' rate of fire began to rise at a terrifying rate. If the initial volleys caused no more than a hundred casualties, now at least two or three hundred orcs were shot down in this short distance.

"Pfft!" A shooter clutched his arm and tumbled off the mound in pain.

"Orc archers!" The Rohan archers, who had been firing indiscriminately, quickly reduced the frequency of their shots and began searching for orc archers hidden in the crowd.

"Carry him away!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso didn't even glance at the wounded soldier's condition, instead looking into the distance.

"Just how many roaming orcs did they drive away?" Grand Duke Oakrian Yasso exclaimed in shock. The numbers seemed increasingly suspicious. Could there be tens of thousands?
"Archers! Fire!" Seeing the orc finally close to within a hundred meters, Okrian Ryukin roared with a wave of his hand. The range of ordinary archers was pitiful compared to that of archers, and the range was further reduced by the soft bows favored by the Rohan cavalry. A hundred meters was the maximum distance at which these cannon fodder could exert their lethality.

"Buzz!" The bowstring of the soft bow hummed throughout the battlefield, and a rain of arrows was thrown out. Although the momentum was terrifying, the killing power was actually limited.

"Awooo..." Many orcs were shot but did not die (the soft bow's draw weight was too low and its lethality was limited). They dragged their wounded bodies and continued to roar as they charged forward.

"Hold on! Don't shake! They can't get through!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso roared helplessly as he watched the morale of the defenders change drastically, trying to boost their spirits. Clearly, the two sides were evenly matched. The orcs didn't have very good weapons and armor, while the human militia, although equipped with most weapons and armor, had significantly lower morale.

"Pfft!" A large number of orcs were finally brought down more than ten meters away from the moat, and the Rohan Soft Bow finally began to show its ferocious side!
　I was hospitalized, but will be discharged on Monday...

　　(End of this chapter)