After a night of fierce fighting, the defenders failed to see the light they longed for. Black clouds stretched for dozens of kilometers, covering the Paliano Plain tightly.
War drums shook the sky, the horn of charge sounded, and the orc army divided into four square formations and moved forward slowly.
With an absolute advantage in numbers, the orc army, under the command of the Witch King of Angmar, attacked the city one square after another, without giving the defenders a moment to rest.
The seemingly stupid refueling tactic is extremely effective on the current battlefield. It not only consumes the number of the royal capital's defenders, but also continuously delivers fear and despair.
If you can block it once and twice, can you block it a third time or a fourth time?
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The ground rumbled and trembled, and at the end of the Paliano Plains, dozens of behemoths stepped into the battlefield.
The Great Elephant Legion of the Haradurs!
These giant beasts from prehistoric times put great pressure on the defenders of the royal capital. Even if the giant elephant army was not suitable for siege warfare and would not participate in the siege, their appearance was still like a heavy hammer, hitting the city hard.
It struck the hearts of the royal capital’s defenders.
Gondor has no reinforcements, but Mordor's troops are coming one after another. Even the most optimistic defenders can only see deep despair.
Gandalf gasped and leaned against the city wall. His cherished white robe was dyed gray by gunpowder smoke, and his hair and beard were in a mess. In order to dispel the fear spread by the monsters and flying dragons, he kept shining brightly all night, almost as fast as
Squeezed dry.
The flying dragon was deliberately released by the Witch King of Angmar. Instead of confronting Gandalf, it kept wailing and roaring over the royal capital, forcing Gandalf to consume a lot of energy.
The tactic was successful, but Gandalf was languid and his face looked haggard.
However, considering that he is a mature Maiya, he can pick up literary and martial arts dramas at his fingertips. It is difficult to say whether the haggard character is true or false. Maybe the old tree will bloom in the next second and welcome the second spring.
Looking at the shaken defenders below, Gandalf picked up the water bag and drank it all in one gulp, then mounted the white horse and continued to shine and provide warmth.
Sure enough, this bad old man squeezed it for a while and then gave it two or three rounds, and there was no problem at all.
In the orc army formation, dozens of catapults hurled fireballs at the royal capital. They did not seek to break the city walls, but just kept releasing ammunition.
The Witch-King of Angmar was once one of the most outstanding kings among humans. He knew that it was unrealistic to capture Minas Tirith in a short time, so he chose a heart-attacking strategy to weaken the will of the defenders bit by bit.
The trolls pushed the siege tower closer to the city wall. The tower was roughly the same height as the city wall. It was simply pieced together with wood and covered with a layer of iron. It could effectively defend against bows and arrows. It was a nightmare for the defenders.
boom!
A huge boulder fell, and the siege tower collapsed. Dozens of orcs screamed and fell to the ground, and then continued to scream.
On the stepped city wall of the royal capital, the catapults used for defense continued to counterattack. When the highly lethal spherical stone bullets were exhausted, the buildings were demolished and the walls were broken down, using a corner of the solid city as ammunition.
The royal capital of Minas Tirith is a thousand-year fortress and a strategic location. It should not be short of stone bombs. However, the regent Denethor II was unwilling to challenge the war, so when the war started, he could only demolish his house.
The command of the royal capital's garrison was in the hands of brothers Boromir and Faramir. Gandalf had a harder time, running back and forth on the city wall with his staff held high.
Wherever the illumination technique passed, the fear of the soldiers and civilians defending the city suddenly disappeared, and endless power surged out of their bodies, throwing down the rolling logs and falling rocks on the city wall.
Gandalf couldn't tell the pain. He could have jumped off the city wall and killed seven in and seven out of the thousands of troops, but the leader assigned him the task of being a soul mentor and guiding the rise of the human race, rather than acting as a foreign aid and marching all the way.
He carried the human race with him and wreaked blood in all directions.
On the city wall, the militiamen moved down the rolling logs, the soldiers drew their bows and arrows, and rained down arrows, pinning the orcs to the ground. The corpses piled up like mountains, and for a time, they actually blocked the orc army that came like waves.
The Witch King of Angmar patrols the battlefield on a flying dragon. He wears a layer of armor over his black robe and looks down with scarlet eyes.
Seeing the busy white robe, he snorted coldly and drove the flying dragon to swoop down, smashing two catapults along the way. When he approached Gandalf, he pulled out the magic sword from his waist and released a roaring pillar of fire.
Ding!
The illumination spell came on. Gandalf waved his staff to block the pillar of fire. He glanced at the stylish Witch King of Angmar and immediately smoothed his long, messy hair. His gray white robe shone brightly and became neat.
like New.
"Old guy, your end has come!"
"Many people said so..." Gandalf smiled slightly, and then they all died.
…
Opposite the royal capital, across the Anduin River port across the Paliano Plains, 50 pirate ships were slowly approaching.
Along the shore of the port, the orc leader stationed here looked at it for a moment. The pirates arrived on the battlefield on time, which was a bit beyond his expectation. He thought that this group of bandits would kill, burn, and loot all the way, and they did not arrive until the war was over.
Russell stood on the mast in a black robe, looking at the battlefield in the distance. He frowned, pulled the rope and slid down, and said to Aragorn: "It's a bit troublesome. We seem to have arrived early."
"You're early! What do you mean?"
Aragorn was holding the Holy Sword, and the King of Gondor was engaged in a brutal city defense battle. Soldiers were dying every minute. If Russell hadn't pressed on, he would have led the southern reinforcements into the plains.
"Don't get excited, a little impatience will ruin your big plans."
Russell shook his head slightly: "Rohan's cavalry has not arrived yet, and the orcs are in neat formation. If we see the Haradh's elephant army, if we rush forward, we will die."
The 50 pirate ships were loaded with reinforcements recruited by Aragon, totaling 1,000 people, either rescued slaves, or garrison and militiamen from coastal towns, plus 30 Dendan warriors, and the combat effectiveness was just that.
But the Orcs gathered in the Paliano Plains are as far as the eye can see. The starting price is at least 50,000. Excluding the Orcs legion, the number of Harads exceeds 10,000.
The 1,000 of them were still infantry. If they really launched a charge, they would have been wiped out by the Haradh group before they even encountered the orcs.
"Are we just waiting for the Rohan cavalry?"
Aragorn gritted his teeth and charged now, killing 1,000 men immediately. But instead of just waiting and watching the royal capital defenders die, it would be better to just give him a knife.
"Don't worry, this play is about the emperor's return to the palace... ahem, it's about the return of the king. How could I let you be a coward?" Russell patted Aragorn: "Leave it to me next so you can watch it.
Put on a good show!”
With that said, Russell strode forward, turned over and jumped from the side of the ship to the water, took out his trident and stuck it behind his back.
"Russell, what do you want to do?" Aragorn hurriedly chased him to the side of the ship.
"I'll give you a bigger formation. It can't be compared with other kings. And... don't forget the elves who are not careful!"