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

Chapter 1055 Main Attack
"They've finally moved!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso grinned, a glint of light in his eyes. The success of these soldiers hinged on this final push. Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso had no doubt that the wolf riders could break through; he only hoped that these militia and soldiers could hold off the wolf riders! The experience and morale gained from slaughtering roaming orcs and annihilating elite orc clan wolf riders were on completely different levels!
"Archers, aim at the wolf riders! Fire freely for maximum damage!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso, watching the charging wolf riders, naturally couldn't let the militia and light infantry face the wolf riders' charge head-on. After all, even if the wolf riders' impact was weak, they were still cavalry!
"Count Lemon! Have the knights and heavy cavalry assemble!" Archduke Oakrian Yaso then ordered. The archers could slow down the wolf riders' charge, but the only force capable of truly halting their momentum was Count Lemon's elite cavalry! Don't forget, Rohan is renowned as a land of hussars! Although Count Lemon didn't have many knights, his territory was well-stocked with heavy cavalry armor, and Rohan had no shortage of warhorses capable of carrying such heavy armor. So, while Archduke Oakrian Yaso didn't find an excessive number of knights in Count Lemon's domain, he still managed to assemble a mixed force of a hundred knights and heavy cavalry!
“Alright!” Count Lemon nodded and turned to leave.

"Wait! Don't go on stage yourself!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso grabbed him. If you die, won't all our efforts have been for nothing? What if your heir is an idiot? Wouldn't all of this have been for nothing? Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso didn't want to continue cultivating a relationship with Count Lemon's child, so he stopped Count Lemon.

“There’s a proverb in the Lagrange Empire: ‘A wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall!’” Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso explained.

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"Those worthless trash filled in the moat! Let the clansmen go up and test it out!" Meige Lanxinghai revealed a cruel smile. He didn't care how many of those lowly orcs died. As long as he spread the word to recruit these orcs into the clan, there were plenty of orcs wandering in the wasteland willing to serve him. Once these resources had achieved their intended goal, it would be time for his wolf riders to come out and reap the rewards!
"Roar!" The wolf riders howled excitedly, riding their dire wolves and brandishing their weapons as they charged rapidly toward Lemon Territory.

"Kill those cowards! Cowardly humans will only ever hide behind high walls and eke out a living!" The wolf riders encouraged each other, brandishing their swords and quickening their pace. Soon, the wolf rider ranks broke apart. The first twenty or thirty wolf riders, riding their dire wolves, sped toward the city wall, while the rest, shields in hand, lay prone on the backs of their wolves and mingled among the orcs. The dire wolves of the wolf riders could completely disappear into the orc flow as soon as they crouched down.

"Looks like they've learned their lesson from human cities!" Okrian Ryukin saw it at a glance. After all, war is the best teacher. The wolf riders from the North would only charge headlong into the enemy lines, while the wolf riders from the South would actually test the defenders' firepower. Clearly, someone had given them a profound lesson!

In fact, Okrian Luigin was right. This clan's wolf rider force once numbered no fewer than five hundred, but they were taught a lesson by the garrison at Osgiliath (Gondor's former capital, situated on both banks of the Anduin River) for looting! They lost over two hundred men in a single encounter…

Although the city was abandoned in 2475 of the Third Age, the Gondorians never completely gave up on it. Although the residents were relocated, an army was stationed there year-round to keep watch on the movements of Mordor in the east. Undoubtedly, the Gondor soldiers, in conjunction with the defenses of the dilapidated fortress, taught these orc wolf riders a lesson!
"Let the archers do their best to inflict damage!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yasso shook his head and did not choose to hide. After all, Earl Lemon did not have many cards, and there was no point in hiding the archers who were not organized. It was better to try to weaken the opponent's piecemeal tactics!

"Whoosh!" Upon receiving the order, the archers unleashed their skills that restricted all colors, soaring through the sky.

"Bang!" A streak of blue light flashed, and instantly more than a dozen orcs at the center of the impact were frozen into ice sculptures! In this snowy weather, the power of ice skills was even more terrifying.

"Boom!" Several orcs were ignited by the battle flames. These were no ordinary flames! They were battle flames from a professional skill, which they could not extinguish no matter how much they rolled around. The moat was far away, so they could only stumble towards their fellow orcs for help, and then set them on fire!
The fire was only stopped from spreading among the crowd when a half-orc professional intervened and killed the burning half-orcs.

"Thump!" Before the orc warrior, who was hacking at the fire-breathing orc, could even regain his footing, a long arrow pinned him to the ground! The armor-piercing arrow, imbued with a special skill, pierced through the orc's tower shield and then through its iron armor! The wind-elemental battle energy attached to the arrow instantly shredded its internal organs the moment it entered its body. Without uttering a sound, it collapsed to the ground and was trampled into the mud by the crowd…

"The hit rate is too low!" Count Lemon said with a bitter face. Those wolf riders were so agile and elusive on the battlefield that they were simply not easy targets for the archers. Apart from a few highly skilled archers, most of the other archers used their skills on hordes of wandering orcs...

"Not bad! Disrupting their charge is already a success! Do you think they can even charge now?" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso sneered. The corpses, abandoned weapons, and dodging orcs on the battlefield were all obstacles to the wolf riders' charge. In the end, only a dozen or so wolf riders made it onto the pile of corpses in the moat, and then leaped into the city.

"Kill!" Count Lemon's few heavy infantrymen charged forward, shields raised high. These wolf riders hadn't even torn apart a few militiamen before being forced back by the heavy infantry. Furthermore, they fell into the crowd and were easily divided by the overwhelming number of militiamen and soldiers. Soon, under the righteous mob attack of the Rohan people, they were torn from their backs and hacked to pieces. As for the dire wolves, their limbs were chopped off by militiamen wielding lumberjack axes as they landed…

"They've run out of tricks!" Meige Lanxinghai looked at the chaos in Earl Lemon's territory and the cold glint of spears flying everywhere, easily deducing that his wolf riders had caused confusion. In addition, the low city walls revealed the movements within the city, making it easy to deduce that humanity was making a last-ditch effort! He had only sacrificed a small squad of wolf riders to find out the true situation inside the city, and he couldn't help but reveal a cruel smile!
"Charge! Let's drink the blood of humans! Let those swine charge too!" Meige Lanxinghai ordered, looking at the trembling orcs around him. Although he looked down on these creatures, at least they could share some of the firepower, and he could also absorb the strong ones after the battle to make up for his losses!

"Roar!" With the lead dire wolf's roar, the other dire wolves also let out a mournful howl as they charged. The hundreds of wolf riders charged with great momentum, and Count Lemon's palms immediately became sweaty.

“They’re here! This time it’s the main attack!” Oakrian Ryukin said calmly.