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

Chapter 1054 Wolf Riders Charge!
"Spearmen, prepare!" Grand Duke Okrian Yaso stared indifferently at the orcs groaning under the soft bows. Some orcs who had survived being shot were even lifted up by their comrades and thrown into the river. Some clever orcs used other orcs as shields. After just one volley of arrows, the orc formation was thrown into disarray. This left Grand Duke Okrian Yaso speechless. It seemed that neither the attackers nor the defenders were aware of their own strength!
“It’s too chaotic! These orcs…” Oakrian Ryukin hesitated, after all, seeing that those in front wanted to retreat, but the orcs behind were holding onto those in front and not letting them retreat, the originally somewhat orderly tiered attack had completely turned into a disaster!

"No, those wolf riders have achieved their goal!" Grand Duke Okrian Yaso shook his head, sighing as he watched the orcs struggling in the water. For the orc clans, these wandering orcs were simply a waste of resources; their objective was clear: to fill in this section of the moat!
"Prepare for melee! Archers, launch your arrows into the air!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso tried to use simple and easy-to-understand language to command these soldiers and militiamen who were not well-educated. The high angle of the arrows launched into the air would allow them to hit the top of the enemy at close range, which would effectively avoid the result of the arrows being blocked by human sandbags.

"Ow!"

"Roar!"

The orcs screamed pitifully, while those still trying to charge across from the shore roared angrily as they charged towards the fragile walls of the Lemon Territory in an air-defensive formation.

"Roar!" After paying the price of hundreds of orc lives, these orcs finally managed to set foot on the land of Lemon Territory.

"Pfft!" The spear, held high above, flicked its deadly tongue like a venomous snake. With a flash of cold light, the orc clutched his chest in agony and collapsed to the ground.

"Pfft!" Taking advantage of the militia's panic, an orc climbed onto the city wall. A soldier not far away saw this and his heart skipped a beat. He rushed over to help, but just when everyone thought the orc would climb up, an arrow from behind pinned him to the ice wall.

"Damn it! The orcs have gone mad! They're even killing their own people!" The soldier grabbed his helmet, bent over, and ran wildly toward where Count Lemon and his men were.

"Sir! The orcs have gone mad! They don't care about their own kind, they're actually shooting arrows at their own people!" the soldier stammered. He hadn't imagined such a crazy thing could happen, after all, humans would be beheaded by the military judge for doing such a thing!
"Calm down, soldiers! They're just cannon fodder!" Grand Duke Okrian Yasor showed no pity or sympathy. These orcs were meant to be used as cannon fodder; for the clan wolf riders, dying sooner or later made no difference, so there was no need to hesitate to fire arrows at them.

"Pfft!" A militiaman's head suddenly exploded as an arrow pierced his skull and became lodged there. He swayed for a moment and then collapsed without a sound.

“Fear is contagious…” Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso shook his head helplessly as he looked at the militiamen who were disoriented by the deaths of their comrades. Militiamen are just militiamen; their morale rises quickly, but they also collapse just as fast.

"Hmm? You're not in a hurry?" Okrian Ryukin asked curiously, looking at the composed Earl of Lemon. "With Your Excellencies here, this is the safest place. Why would I be in a hurry?" Earl of Lemon said matter-of-factly, puffing out his chest as he spoke. His flashy armor gleamed brightly, making him look like a perfect target on the battlefield.

"..." Grand Duke Oakrian Yasuo's lips twitched. How the hell did you manage to say that so confidently? Even the usually calm and collected dragon face of the monstrous dragon king Chewu on his shoulder twitched.

"We will only deal with their high-ranking members; the low-ranking minions are not worthy of our attention!" Oakrian Ryukin said arrogantly, glancing at Grand Duke Oakrian Yasso.

“It’s alright! I trust my soldiers!” Count Lemon said confidently.

"..." Grand Duke Oakrian Yasso scratched his head. You are undoubtedly a good lord if you can fully trust your soldiers, but whether your soldiers are worthy of such trust is questionable!
……

On the battlefield, the soldiers and militia of Earl Lemon's territory were doing reasonably well. Although quite a few orcs had joined them, the city walls hadn't fallen yet, which greatly pleased Grand Duke Okrian Yaso. After all, orcs exerted considerable pressure on these honest commoners, and the fact that these militia had held out was already a testament to their competence! As long as the food and training were adequate, they could quickly be converted into combat soldiers. However, finding any potential professional warriors among them was practically impossible. After all, even if Earl Lemon's territory was incompetent, it was still a high-ranking noble family, and they possessed basic testing crystals. Potential professional warriors had long been squeezed out!
"The soldiers are well trained, but unfortunately you'll be short-handed for farming next spring..." Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso shook his head. The successful transformation of the militia meant fewer farmers, but soldiers with combat experience were far more valuable than the ubiquitous old farmers of Middle-earth! Earl Lemon's move was a win-win; even after removing the old and weak, these militiamen could still provide him with at least 500 elite line-filling infantry!

"It's alright, the herders can be summoned at any time, and there are still quite a few free people wandering the grasslands!" Count Lemon was both amused and exasperated. These homeless free people made a living by herding, and with Count Lemon's lax management, many landless and tax-unwilling free people had flooded into this area. Count Lemon had never driven these commoners away, but now that he was short-handed, it was time to convert them!

"..." Grand Duke Oakrian Yasso was stunned by Earl Lemon's abstract actions. No wonder the orcs could play with you! So you've all explored the "wealth among the people" tech tree, huh? What about just leaving the blood packs to fend for themselves?

"The orcs seem to have stopped attacking? We've held our ground?" Count Lemon exclaimed in delight, as he noticed that the wasteland orcs had begun to retreat in large groups!
"No! Quite the opposite, the second round has begun!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso paid no attention to the retreating, rout-like orcs of the wasteland; these beggar-like orcs were not worth his attention. His eyes were fixed only on the black "torrent" flowing against the tide of the fleeing soldiers...

"Wolf riders...wolf riders are moving! Defend! Quick! Quick!" Count Lemon clearly saw the wolf riders clad in ferocious armor, and many of their war wolves were even wearing crookedly clad in armor! Clearly, this was an elite force of orcs!

"Calm down! Our walls haven't fallen yet! Don't make things worse!" Oakrian Ryukin whispered, pressing his hand to Earl Lemon's mouth.