"The powerful yearn for war! Ordinary people yearn for peace! - Reno." From "Memoirs of a Governor-General of the North".
"Someone has to sacrifice! If there is a choice, let us ordinary people do it! - Luke Leopold." From "The Ballad of Commoner General Luke Leopold".
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"Fuck! Are those human scum crazy? What right do they have to fight us! They don't even have professionals!" A Ringwraith sneered at the endless "torrent" of people.
"Don't underestimate these infantrymen! These are torrent infantrymen! Haven't you suffered enough losses at the hands of them?" came the hoarse voice of another Ringwraith.
"I doubt even gods would dare to stab these lunatics!" Another Ringwraith laughed, his voice as harsh and unpleasant as the friction of a broken gong.
"What should we do? Should we stop them?" one of the Ringwraiths asked seriously.
After hearing this, the remaining four Ringwraiths turned their heads and looked at each other, then fell silent.
"Hahaha! Joel! Are you crazy? Killing a chicken with a dragon slaying sword? Leave it to the orc army! I won't bother to help!"
Several Ringwraiths nodded in agreement. After all, it would be embarrassing for them to attack these ordinary people. What they were guarding against was the high-end combat power of this empire!
"Be careful! Don't give them a chance. The human reinforcements from the other three directions have been delayed! I don't want them to fail here!"
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"General! The Orc army!" A torrent infantryman pointed at a dark mass of Orcs in the distance and fell into panic.
"Bang!" Luke Leopold slapped the young soldier on the helmet.
"Open your eyes and look! Look at this blue-green ocean! What are you afraid of when you are in such a huge army? You should be afraid of them!" Luke Leopold laughed and scolded, but no one noticed the worry in his eyes.
Putting aside their numerical advantage, these elite Orcs, at least at the first level, were enough to inflict heavy casualties on them! What those poor Flood Infantrymen didn't know was that they would be launching a desperate charge against these professional armies under the leadership of their most trusted legion commander!
"General Luke...is this really okay?" A commander of the Stream Legion beside him asked in a low voice, with a hint of pity flashing in his eyes.
"What should we do? Let those ragtag coalition forces fill the gap? Are they willing? Or should we let the elite Knights of the North attack the orcs? The time in the imperial capital is running out..." Luke Leopold rubbed his tired eyes and sighed.
"I am a sinner!" Luke Leopold murmured softly.
"Someone has to sacrifice! If there is a choice, let us ordinary people do it! The future of the empire belongs to those knights! Not us..." Luke Leopold whispered, and the officers around him fell silent.
"Professionals have their own battlefields! We also have our battlefields! As an ordinary person, I am proud to have fought for this country with you! No matter what the outcome, history will remember you and me! We! Are the heroes of the empire!" Luke Leopold turned his head and tried to roar as loudly as he could.
"The imperial capital is now under siege! Fellow legion commanders! In the name of the joint legion commanders, I order and request everyone! Charge towards the city of Lagrande!" Luke Leopold bowed deeply, and the legion commanders in front of him silently beat their chests and saluted, then returned to their own legions. They issued the most deafening roar in the most wordless voices!
A full 170 legion commanders silently turned and formed their ranks. The Battle of the Flood Charge, which would shock Middle-earth, was about to begin. (Several Flood Legions were short of men, hence the 170 Flood Legions.)
"Boom, boom, boom!" The dull sound of drums was sounded, and one hundred and seventy rectangular phalanxes were pulled apart one by one. The infantrymen were arranged in square arrays of thirty people in a row and ten people in a column, forming neat rectangles. Only a few legions lost their phalanx integrity due to casualties in the middle.
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"Humans are about to attack!" The orcs looked nervously at the blue "waves" on the horizon. The advantage of individual combat power did not make them feel much safer.
"Huahuahua~" The sound of steel armor rubbing against each other like waves was deafening! The 10 torrent legions, advancing in unison, had begun their charge.
The earth is shaking! The orcs' legs are weakening. This is a real torrent of steel!
"For the empire! For our homeland! For our people!" the Torrent Infantrymen roared.
Soon the first row of infantrymen lowered their muskets and sped up...
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"Sir! The Torrent Infantry... have begun the attack!" A Northern Knight ran in quickly.
In the general's tent, Raynor's face was shrouded in uncertainty. He knew that Luke Leopold's move was too ruthless! No one had ever been so indifferent to the lives of half a million people! Yet this civilian general, not even a professional, had done it! The Empire's most legendary civilian general was actually willing to sacrifice his own life and the lives of half a million soldiers from the Northern Territory to forcibly rescue the Imperial Capital!
The Ringwraiths didn't know, the Orcs didn't know, the Allied Forces didn't know, and even the Swiftstream Infantrymen themselves didn't know! They had become victims of this battle, and only Raynor and Luke Leopold knew the true significance of this battle.
"Order the knights to put on their armor! Be ready for battle at any time! Also, dismantle the general's tent! I will move forward with the knights! Remember not to attack my governor's flag!" Renault gave the order, and the others were confused.
"Is it worth it?" Renault sighed softly as he looked at the "ocean" in the distance. He would seize this opportunity, the opportunity that General Luke created with 500,000 lives.
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The sharp chevaux de frise slammed into the Orcs' formation, picking up one Orc after another, and even some Orcs were stabbed into pieces by the chevaux de frise.
"Crack!" The sounds of halberds breaking under the heavy load came one after another, but these loyal and brave soldiers were not afraid. They took off the maces from their waists and started waving them!
The moment of close combat was a horrific sight. Countless Orc warriors, with weapons imbued with battle qi, easily split the chests of the Flood Infantrymen! Soon, the first row of Flood Infantrymen were decimated, but before the Orcs could even catch their breath, the second row of infantrymen rushed forward! The same scene repeated itself, except that more and more Orcs, having exhausted all their battle qi, were unable to withstand the infantrymen's attacks. They fell to the ground, crushed into the mud by countless giant feet!
For the first time, the Orcs' lines began to retreat! This was Luke Leopold's plan! Using human lives to sap the Orcs' fighting spirit and physical strength, they were ultimately outnumbered by human soldiers! Even if all the Torrent Infantry were killed, so what? The remaining half-crippled Orcs would face the elite Knights of the North! These two thousand-strong Knights of the North were the sharpest weapon in the hands of Governor Renault of the North!
"We will win in the end!" Luke turned his head and looked in the direction of Renault.
"We will live up to your expectations!" Little did they know that at this moment, Raynor had already donned his armor and was leading the Northern Knights, following closely behind the Torrent Infantry and advancing quietly. At this moment, Raynor was also looking at Luke.
The two senior officers from the Northern Territory sent their blessings to their best friend in their hearts!
"I'm sorry, Renault. I probably won't be able to go back after this battle... Alas!" Luke looked sadly at the front line where blood and flesh were flying everywhere.
"Wait for me to go home, go home for me, take me home!" Luke Leopold wrote his suicide note and stuffed it into the lining of his armor.
"Come back alive! General Luke Leopold! This is the order of the Northern Governor and the expectation of a close friend..." Renault said silently in his heart while looking at the front line.
