Not a Trace of Chivalry

The Isengard coalition forces were stationed outside the valley. Due to low morale, they did not move on the first day, nor on the second day. It was not until dusk on the third day that they sent out cannon fodder troops to conduct a probing attack.

Dunlendings!

This lazy and greedy bandit, though human, betrayed his countrymen and joined Isengard when the war began, becoming Saruman's pawn and turning his sword against his own people.

Just like Gimli said, these unlucky guys got their comeuppance.

The daily food consumption of the 30,000-strong orcish coalition was astronomical, and they couldn't live without meat at every meal. Even if Saruman sold his white robes, he still couldn't afford to feed these reincarnated ghouls.

Where did the food rations come from?

The walking Dunlendings became their staple food, eaten raw!

The Dunlendings dared not speak out against their anger, but volunteered to attack Hornburg. If they captured it, the orcs' food supply would become the Rohan. Even if they failed to capture it, they could at least die a quick death, which was better than being devoured alive by the orcs.

The chances of 4,000 Dunlendings attacking a city defended by 2,000 troops, and one that had never been captured before, Hornburg, were slim, but the orc commander agreed.

In a probing attack, the commander wanted to see if he could reach the city walls. If so, he would send out Saruman's city-breaking Magic Treasures.

"Waaaaahh..."

A mournful horn sounded, and the Dunlendings raised their shields and charged simultaneously toward the ramp leading to Hornburg's gate and the Deep Creek Wall.

The assault begins!

The oil in the valley was not ignited; it would be a waste to use oil on a mere 4,000 Dunlendings.

"Release the arrows!"

"Free fire!"

The Rohan defenders began to fight back. They did not move the logs and boulders they had stockpiled, but instead rained down arrows, killing one Dunlendings after another beneath the city walls.

The siege ladders were erected high, and the Dunlendings dropped their shields and climbed the ladders towards the city wall as if their lives depended on it.

More than twenty long ladders and a hail of arrows from the defenders could not stop the Dunlendings from surging forward. At the castle gate, the Dunlendings used thick tree trunks as battering rams, raised their shields to block falling rocks and arrows, and slowly infiltrated the castle.

Russell drew his twin Desert Eagle pistols and rapidly fired them, shattering the long ladders on the city wall. The powerful Mana Bullet were then used to reward the enemies who were trying to breach the gate.

He didn't plan to continue using the cards. In the upcoming battles, he would gradually relinquish control to the Rohan, occasionally putting in extra effort to drag the fight out until Gandalf arrived with his Ents reinforcements.

Only through the baptism of blood and fire can we establish an invincible belief, and only then can the glory of humankind's rise be more enduring and dazzling!

He believed that Gandalf thought the same thing, and that the old man might already be there, only revealing himself when Hornburg was in dire straits and the Rohan were completely united.

The slaughter proceeded in an orderly fashion. The Dunlendings' siege was thwarted, and their casualties were extremely heavy. They began to consider retreating and slowly withdrew their troops.

"Waaaaahh..."

The bugle call to charge sounded again, this time from outside the valley. Accompanied by the muffled sound of war drums, a black phalanx slowly approached from afar.

The sheer number of enemies created an overwhelming sense of unease among the defending soldiers, who involuntarily roared to dispel their fear and demonstrate their power against the enemy.

The dense Uruk-hai marched forward, blocking the fleeing Dunlendings and forcing them to continue their charge. Anyone who disobeyed was beheaded on the spot.

On the wall of Deep Creek, a row of guards set up their bows and arrows, pointing them towards the sky, the arrowheads ignited with flames, waiting for the order to fire them all.

Russell, Aragorn, and Legolas each held a longbow. Legolas shot the most accurately, Russell shot the farthest, and Aragorn... well, the fastest?

Aragorn: "..."

"Put!"

At a command, bowstrings twanged, and dozens of arrows shot out, half of them landing on the area doused with oil. Scattered flames ignited, the fire spread, and in an instant, it merged into a sea of red flames, separating the ranks of the Uruk-hai, their screams echoing everywhere.

Apart from the Orcs corpses, there were no other flammable materials in the valley, and the amount of oil was insufficient, so although the fire seemed to have spread for hundreds of meters, not many unfortunate people were actually burned to death.

But the fire once again dealt a blow to the morale of the orc army. The fear that had taken three days to subside returned, and the orderly ranks began to waver.

Click! Click-clack—

A biting wind swept up, and the frost froze the crimson sea of fire, creating a wide passage. Three Ringwraiths rode out of the fire on their Nightmare, their longswords billowing white mist.

Russell narrowed his eyes, raised his hand to his mouth and whistled, and the stored ingredients leaped over the city wall and came to his side.

"I will hold off the Ringwraiths; the defense of the city is your responsibility."

Russell flipped over the door, shook the Nightmare Reins, and charged down the vertical wall. The soldiers blocking his way scattered to the sides.

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Neither the Dunlendings nor the Uruk-hai dared to provoke Russell, this menacing figure. In fact, many people subconsciously lowered their weapons when he passed by; these people had already been subdued.

With the Peerless Blade in hand, Russell pointed the spear tip at the three Ringwraiths, his chin slightly raised, and his nostrils flared with disdain. "One-on-one duel, or a three-on-one brawl?"

The three Ringwraiths remained silent, then simultaneously spurred their horses forward, choosing a three-on-one duel.

It's impossible for a group fight to happen. Can the Ringwraiths incident be called a group fight?

Looking at the three Ringwraiths riding off, Russell sneered, "Shameless scoundrels, wielding Knight Sword but lacking any chivalry whatsoever."

Having said that, he raised his Peerless Blade high, shouted "Take this!" drew his Desert Eagle, and fired a rapid-fire barrage of bullets, riddling the three Ringwraiths with holes.

There's nothing to be ashamed of; it was the other side who shamelessly attacked us three-on-one first!

The Mana Bullet had limited effect on the Ringwraiths; the three were riddled with holes, black mist oozing from their wounds as they healed themselves.

Russell merely frowned at this. The Desert Eagle continued to unleash Mana Bullet, preventing the two Ringwraiths from charging. He then charged forward on Nightmare, his Peerless Blade sweeping across, cleaving the last Ringwraiths and his longsword in two.

"Huh, it's gotten weaker?"

The Uruk-hai army silently dispersed to both sides, not daring to disturb the battle between Russell and the Ringwraiths. They leaped over the sea of fire to urge the Dunlendings to their deaths and followed behind to launch a charge towards Hornburg.

The second attack!

At this time, Aragorn and Eomer, stationed at Deepstream Wall, discovered that the castle gates were hanging precariously under siege. They gathered some soldiers, and under the cover of archers, charged out from the north side gate of the castle, ran up the wall to the ramp leading to the gate, and slaughtered the Uruk-hai.

Aragorn, Gimli, Boromir had been following Russell around, indulging in food and drink, for some time now, and their physical abilities were astonishing. The armor and shields of the Uruk-hai were like paper before them. Aragorn, wielding the Holy Sword, possessed the most powerful attack; each swing was accompanied by a whistling blast of energy, unstoppable like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.