"For Salion's-!'!!! for Ultok--kill these damned orcs!"

The roar came from the forest, with a strong momentum, but there was still a look of not being very confident, and the mountains and rivers were ready to fight against the water.

The bright golden lion banner was hoisted high in a somewhat dilapidated camp, and a group of unclothed Noldor elves were cowering under the flagpole, watching in horror at the hordes of orcs outside.

"Get courage—push them out—!!!!," Salald shouted, and the voice of the lord immediately stirred up the fighting spirit of the knights around him, gritting his teeth and ramming his shield frantically forward, his sharp sword slashing incessantly, blood splattering on the verdant grass.

"Damn it, a rabble want to leave me here?!" Salald cursed, his sword and axe spear stabbing out from between the shields he was covering, or flashing their shimmering blades and slashing at the orc's shoulders with a twisted howl.

The dilapidated wooden walls barely blocked the siege of the orcs, allowing them to attack only through the fence gates on the left and right, narrowing their absolute superiority in numbers, but despite this, Salald, who was only followed by the closest hundred knights under his command, still struggled to resist.

Although it was a bit of a hurry, but Salald's Jihua at the beginning was very perfect, and it was impossible for the fleeing orc rout to take these elven captives away, and the normal thinking should be to rush back to their camp as soon as possible, or simply slip away completely -- the ancient army, once the sequence was broken up by the enemy, it was really scattered, even if it was to regather the rout in the future, it would be very difficult to have the remaining tenth.

So by the time Salad arrived at this small camp, the camp of nearly 10,000 Noldor prisoners was only guarded by a mere two dozen orcs, and there was no sign of a large army passing by.

Quickly dismantling the orc soldiers guarding and untying the Noldor elves from their ropes and shackles, Salald was ready to quickly cover the elves' retreat. After all, no one knows if there will be any accidents, and he ran out with a hot head for a while, only a hundred cronies and knights followed, and then to save the other Noldor elves is an impossible task at all.

Salald's admiration of chivalry is not the same as advocating death, and his own life and death are also related to the future of Salion's territory, after all, he is now the only reasonable and legitimate heir of the Ultok family.

Now that the assault mission has been completed, it is beyond his ability to get information about the location of other captives from these Noldor elves, and as for the subsequent rescue, it is best to leave it to the coalition forces to handle it together, which is beyond his ability.

Salald has always believed in his bravery, but he has not yet reached the point where he sees himself as an invincible human emperor, the great Aragorn, not to mention that Aragorn has not been without defeat.

But it was such a coincidence that before they could evacuate from here, a group of orcs passed by - perhaps for some reason such as bringing money or looking for food, there were only a few hundred of them still armed and looking like leaders. But numbers are an absolute advantage, not to mention orcs whose physical fitness is much higher than that of humans.

If it were only his own knights, Salad could have distanced himself and crushed the rabble with a few powerful charges. But there were still nearly 10,000 Noldor elves in the camp, and he could only grit his teeth and defend in place - if he ran away now, his reputation and Salion's reputation would be ruined.

In terms of literal numbers, Salad has an absolute advantage, but the actual situation is just reversed - nearly 10,000 Noldor elves are all old and weak, women and children and a few young people, and their bodies have been destroyed and tortured for a long time, and their bodies are weak and completely vulnerable, while more than 2,000 orcs are all routs, but they can still maintain a certain morale without falling apart under the leadership of the desire to live, plus long-term battles, they are nutritionally sufficient, and they are still very threatening.

Most of the time, untrained civilians will never be able to defeat a well-trained army, at most they will be able to hold out for a short time with numerical superiority, and then they will soon collapse and descend into endless massacres.

During the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, a small detachment of Japanese devils was able to burn and loot in the countryside, two or three people stood at the door with guns, and none of the citizens of a warehouse dared to rush out; at the end of the Ming Dynasty, Li Zicheng, the king of Chuang, was known as a million army, and the actual combat effectiveness was less than one-fiftieth of it, and most of them were poor refugees who could only bluff, and as long as the army was pressed, they could all be dispersed, so in the early years, the king of Chuang would be defeated for thousands of miles without paying attention, and fled into the mountains with a small team of cavalry, and then quickly pulled up a refugee army of tens of thousands of people, and it was not until a considerable number of regular troops of the Ming Dynasty were incorporated in the later period that this situation changed。

Salald, who had originally set off lightly, could only rely on himself and these hundred knights to resist the continuous attack of the orcs, these orcs who wanted to survive had no reason and brains, but they knew very well that as long as they attacked, they could have a considerable amount of food - even if there was no food, the slaves were a very good source of food, and the amount was extremely considerable!

Cannibalism, a primitive and barbaric tradition, completely deprived orcs of the possibility of keeping peace with all races, and is the fundamental reason why humans regard them as mortal enemies.

"Warriors of Salion—show your fighting spirit—!!!," Salald shouted, hurling his hatchet into the distance. After a flash of silver light, it accurately hit an orc's head, and the sharp tip of the spear pierced the eye, killing him instantly.

"Kill them—!!!" Without waiting for the knights beside him, Salald roared and rushed out of the gate, waving his silver sword in both hands and slashing through the orcs like a rebellious lion.

"Protect the duke, brethren, the shield wall advances! the shield wall advances!" The knights at hand did not dare to slack off, raised their swords and shouted, and hurriedly raised their shields, and quickly raised their shields, covering Salald behind one shield after another, and protecting the young Grand Duke of Urtok with their bodies.

"This can't be done, my lord!" A middle-aged knight, while using his shield to resist the orc who was frantically attacking, turned his head and looked anxiously at Salald, who was still screaming and fighting: "If we continue like this, we will all have to die here!

"You let me escape? never!" As if despised by someone, Salald categorically rejected the knight's suggestion: "Salion has no golden lion to escape, let alone a war horse to turn back!

"I didn't say you should escape, you can go back to the camp, Marshal Terenus and the Lords will not leave us and these Noldor elves alone. The knight said bitterly, "Then you can come back to save us, and you can ride the fastest horse, and you will be there in a short time!"

"Reinforcements?" hehe...... Salald suddenly laughed, kicking the corpse of a dead orc and pulling out his sword: "Don't worry, there will be reinforcements, and it won't be long before we arrive, we just need to hold on a little longer." ”

"Well, even if what you say is true, it's a big deal to die!" The Salionites deserve to die in battle!" the middle-aged knight smiled generously, waved the long sword in his hand, and shook off the dirty blood and scraped flesh on it: "The Salionites are well-deserved!!!!"

"For Urtok--For the Radiant Cross and Pendragon-!!!"

The neat shouts did not stop the orc attack, but rather made it faster, they had already discovered that their enemies were only a little bit, kill them!

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Time passed as slowly as a turtle crawling, and although they were still struggling to meet it, the manpower was becoming more and more stretched, and the huge number of orcs began to lose their patience, and they began to try to climb over the wooden wall, and after several failed attempts, they began to ram wildly, stabbing with weapons, and slashing with their knives.

The already rudimentary defenses, which were very fragile in themselves, were soon smashed in some places, and Sarard and the knights had to withdraw from the gates and narrow the defensive circle. The orcs who got the opportunity immediately rushed in like a flood, and rushed into the camp with red eyes and screaming.

Salald, who was short of manpower, also had to give some weapons to the Noldor youth, who still had some physical strength, to participate in the defense. Houses, trees, warehouses, and simple logs, all the bunkers were taken out and used, and in the center of the small camp were thousands of old and weak women and children, who could only watch their relatives and compatriots fall under heavy spears and sticks, and the cries of blood and fighting seemed to be the call of hell!

However, the orcs who seemed to have taken advantage suddenly stopped, and even began to retreat, and the unexpected action surprised the knights, only Salald gasped, sat on the side with a tangled face, and said a few words scolding: "This guy, only come now!"

However, they quickly reacted, and their originally solemn faces showed happy smiles and unexpected happiness.

The earth is shaking, the horse's hooves are shaking, and the shrill sound of military trumpets is like thunder and lightning, resounding in the sky!

"Charge ――――――!!!!!!"