Chapter 34: Charge!

Night gradually covered the land, but the war hammer in Zhao Mian's hand was always held high, and the light on it guided the path of the two thousand knights behind him. The cavalry and their horses were using their potential to the extent that they could not have done so, and they heard the commotion from ahead just as it was dark - the light of the fire not far away illuminated the river, where sporadic orcs were catching fish in the river, and they heard the sound of iron hooves from Rohan, and one of them turned his head in shock, only to be taken by one of the warriors in the group with a sword.

This was not the first orc to encounter in the wilderness, and although Saruman had piled up his army at the crossing, he also sent a large number of skirmishers to create small actions on Rohan's land that he could not ignore. However, this should be the closest group of these troops wandering outside to the forward position, they must have just escaped from the camp at the ferry, and wanted to grab some river fresh food and other things here, and fight tooth sacrifices, perhaps they did not expect to encounter these enemies not far from their camp, but this slight carelessness cost them their lives.

After traveling some more distance, Zhao Mian jerked away the power of the Holy Light, and he placed the warhammer held high in his hand horizontally, and gradually slowed down his mount, and stopped. The riders behind him unanimously raised their right hands and clenched them into fists, and each of them, seeing the gesture of the rider in front of them, told the people behind them in the same way, and soon the troops of two thousand men stopped advancing in the darkness, and they waited in silence for the commander's order.

Orcs are not a barbaric race, and as the enemies of humanity, they actually represent the world's most advanced level of technology - especially when it comes to the production of weapons of war, the orcs who are very good at crafting weapons and war machines with wheels, gears and explosions in their bones. It's just a pity that they don't actually have much experience in building camps on flat land at all, and they hate the light, because the sunlight will seriously weaken their strength, so the land under the sun is a path they don't want to set foot on - so, the camp built in front of Zhao Mian's eyes, as it is said in the intelligence, is extremely simple and simple. But the informant had apparently forgotten to mention another thing, and that was that the facilities, though simple, were all built extremely tall - remember, it was not far from the Fagon Forest, especially with the help of the water of the Aishin River, which made it extremely easy to transport the trees here, and the trees in the Fagon Forest were rarely not old trees that had survived for more than a hundred years - they were at least as thick as five people hugging, and they were definitely not less than fifteen meters high.

In the end, what appeared in front of Zhao Mian now was a wooden wall with a height of more than ten meters and a cross-sectional width of about three meters, soaked with river water.

The enemy closed the gate, and from the wooden gate, a small hole kept coming in and out of a small one, and some orcs and barbarians were carrying something onto a mound outside the gate—they had carefully avoided all the torches, and had made the base of the mound out of unsoaked firewood.

It should be oil or something that can easily cause a fire. Judging by the crowd that has been busy, they must be preparing for the next move—perhaps the villages and towns that will be plundered tomorrow, or the construction of some strange tool. But whatever they wanted to do with what they were trying to do with what they were temporarily thinking of as flammable and explosive materials, they were doing nothing to do, especially piling them up outside the camp, and while everyone understands the desire to stay away from accidental death, there has never been a country where an army has built an arsenal outside of its own barracks - you're not providing ammunition for yourself and your allies, but for the enemy with some bigger fireworks. Of course, for example, Zhao Mian, he fell in love with this huge firework at a glance.

So he calmly put the war hammer in his hand on his back, and then took out a rifle from his space bag - AWM with his backhand. As a paladin who often charges at the forefront, the gun itself is not the weapon he needs, but it is undeniable that a good gun will always come in handy when he is alone, so not long after leaving Azeroth, Zhao Mian exchanged this gun from an old hunter in a world with Earth - the price of two elephants and a litter of African lions, as well as a bag of gold coins.

He rested the holster on his shoulder, opened the safe, loaded his shot, and took a deep breath as he aimed at the orc holding a barrel full of some kind of powder as he passed through the gate—pulling the trigger.

"Phew!" a loud gunshot, a little too loud for the silent night, and it was heard far along the riverbank, but before the sound could echo in the minds of the enemies, before they could even comprehend what it meant, an even louder noise swept through the ferry camp with a rolling wave of heat. "Boom!" The wall with the gate collapsed in half, and the orc holding the barrel had lost his trace - Zhao Mian hit the barrel in his hand with a shot, and the dummy bomb exploded further after hitting the target, igniting the contents of the barrel, and then the huge force made Zhao Mian squint and nod - Especially after the series of explosions that followed, the distance between those porters was not far away, and the strong explosion produced a chain reaction, in fact, the destruction of the gate should have been caused by a chain reaction.

"Boom!" an even louder roar came from the surface of the river—a violent fire that even lit up a large part of the sky, and a strong wave of heat instantly dried and set fire to all the wooden fences near the riverbank. It would seem, they unloaded only a small part of the cargo.

Without any hesitation, the enemy was now in a panic, Zhao Mian put away the rifle in his hand, took out the horn, and blew it—a huge sound resounded throughout the river beach, its sound was long and ancient, like the sound of a horn from an ancient legend that has been resounding to this day.

The two horns responded to Zhao Mian's call at the same time - these fighters who had been sticking to the front line and relying on guerrilla warfare to slow down the enemy's pace had really kept their promise, and they had been waiting here for the call of their allies.

Zhao Mian withdrew the horn, he took off the war hammer behind his back, and held it high, the light on it suddenly unfolded at this moment, as if the color of the sky changed again, the light illuminated this river beach at this moment, he pointed the war hammer to the camp that was clearly visible in the light of the light, the dazzling light lit up the only way, he shouted loudly:

"Knights of Rohan, Glorious People, Needless Warriors!