Chapter 54: Reinforcements

Overstretched - a word that fits Minas Tirith perfectly. The White City, which looked spectacular from the air and from the ground, was now extremely awkward - Gondor's battle line had been stretched too long, starting from the northernmost hideout of the rangers, who were still dominated by guerrilla warfare, the sunset window, and the battle line continued to Talos on the northern border of the Gondor Kingdom. At the top of the Unholy Alliance's impact plane, Gondor was attacked by four forces at the same time, the pirates threatened the stability of Gondor's southern border, and the southern city-states that were originally behind the front had to rush to fight, while the fishermen, who were skilled in surface combat, were dragged by the distant barbarians of Haradlin on the line of Rambanin at the mouth of the Great River Anduin, and thankfully, Rosannech was not far from Gondor, and the city blocked the troops coming to Emminanan, which made Minas Stirris's city not need to think about the threat of the southern front for the time beingBut this also seriously hampered reinforcements from the rest of the country, and the fragile Kyle Andros and Theosgillias were exposed to the enemy.

Not long ago, in the early morning, it was still gloomy and it was still a day without the sun rising, and Boromo waved goodbye to Zhao Mian on the city wall, his father had sent him to Kyle Andros to preside over the defense there. There, there were only five hundred soldiers waiting for him.

Zhao Mian was not optimistic about this order, but the regent who was still dressed in military uniform issued this order in the gloomy council hall with a cold face, whether it was prestige or influence, he did not have the strength to change this order in this city, which could not catch up with Sassdom. All he could do was send Boromo away as he left the city on his horse, and quietly give him a blessing.

"It seems that you are not welcome in this city, human. Compared to Zhao Mian, Sarsdom, who had received more attention and care, lay on a clearing specially prepared for him, and built a comfortable nest on the ground with clean bouquets and smoked furs, for these humans who saw their legendary creatures for the first time, these things that seemed too extravagant and wasteful to Zhao Mian still made them seem too honestly afraid- To be honest, it is estimated that even Nozdom has never accepted such an exaggerated bed, after all, the bronze dragons who have been watching the world with cold eyes have always been lying on quicksand.

"It's just some boring power struggle. Zhao Mian spread his hands a little bored, and said, "Although I don't participate in it, and the dragons don't have such troubles, I'm sure you must know these things very well after living on Azeroth for so many years." ”

"We don't know much, humans. Because those things are far, far away from us, and in the days when we have not yet fallen into mortal beings, we have always been high above and far away from mortal beings. Sarsdom looked up at the city, which was much taller than himself, "But you're right, it's something boring. ”

"yes, it's just some boring stuff. That's true of Lordaeron, it's true of Stormwind, and even here. Zhao Mian sighed, "I don't have the intention of getting involved, but I'm always caught up in it - there are still so many urgent things to solve, and there are still so many things that need to be decided, but human beings are always intriguing." Zhao Mian rubbed his armor with his fingers, "Forget it, don't talk about these things - although rights make people lose money, but this is society, we don't participate in it, just do our own thing." ”

"So, human, what is it that I need to do when I come here at this time?" Sarsdom narrowed his eyes slightly, and under the scales of the quicksand, his amber vertical pupils glowed in the darkest afternoon.

"I need you to scout the surrounding area, we are only a haste to the world, she doesn't know us, and we don't know much about her - but now that we're part of the world's changes, we need to get to know her better. Zhao Mian fumbled in the space bag, and after a while, he pulled out a book from it, "You should be familiar with this—the big road goods of Azeroth, the atlas of adventurers." It will automatically record the terrain and villages that the owner has seen, and although the names and notes still need to be added by yourself, it is much more accurate and easy than sketching them out one by one. So—"

Zhao Mian stopped his words, turned around and looked south, Sarsdom was no exception, others stood up, the huge body of the dragon allowed him to see farther than ordinary people - the road to the south was full of smoke and dust, and a group of people were marching here.

"Looks like reinforcements have arrived. Zhao Mian took off his helmet, much shorter than Sasdom, and only now did he see those troops appear in his field of vision, some of them were neat, some were ragged, and there were even many of them who were fleeing poor people not so much as support-but this was all the reinforcements from the rest of Gondor, and these roughly looking troops of only more than 3,000 men were all the men that could be drawn from other regions.

As the troops drew nearer, the defenders on the walls saw who was coming, and the banners of Gondor and the banners of the lords seemed to glow silver in the dim light—the color of hope, perhaps, but more likely the work of the pearls embedded in them. Whatever it was, however, the defenders of Minas Tirith had seen the light for the first time in the gloom of the day, even if it did not even shine on the cheeks of the people.

"Folong! The gates were opened, perhaps for the first time in so many days, as if the old organs had been re-greased with viscous grease, and some of the citizens who had volunteered to stay as logistics surrounded the city's guards, who poured out of the gates, chanting the name of the leading lord, the ruler of Rosanaci, who rode a sturdy horse with brown mane dancing in the wind, and on it sat a man with a bear's back, with a gray beard, who looked not young。 He wore chain mail, a black helmet, and a heavy spear on his shoulder. Behind him was a long column of troops, all heavily armed and armed with huge battle axes, all of them with solemn faces, looking a little rougher and shorter than the men of Minas Tirith. "Hardship sees the truth, Buddha!" but after the strong warriors walked by, the people began to whisper, "So few! There are only two hundred, what is the matter? We thought there would be two thousand to support." ”

The army entered the main gate of Minas Tirith to the cheers of the crowd, and the warriors of the frontier came to the aid of Minas Tirith in the midst of the darkness, but this force was always too small, always less than the people needed or hoped for. Reinforcements from the Valley of Limro followed Prince de Verin on foot, a total of three hundred men, from the valley of Hagen in the upper reaches of the Moson, the tall Dunhe with his sons Tunlin and Dirufen, and five hundred archers to support Minas Tirith, and from Anfaras, far away from Longstrand came with all sorts of helpers, hunters, shepherds, and peasants from the small villages, a large group of men who carried little equipment except for the guards of their lord Gorasgil. From Lamilton came dozens of ragged soldiers without an officer, from the fishermen of Isser a few hundred from the boats, and from the green hills of Pinas Gelin brought with him three hundred seasoned green-clad soldiers. Finally, the most powerful of the army was King Inlahir of Doranros, a blood relative of the regent, whose coat of arms was a giant ship and a silver swan. A group of iron-clad knights rode gray horses, and behind them were seven hundred warriors as tall as Inlasil, all with gray eyes and black hair, all singing military songs confidently.

The reinforcements are only like this, less than 3,000 people, and there will be no other support. The sound of their singing and footsteps slowly disappeared into the city. The crowd of onlookers was silent, the smoke and dust were suspended in the air, the breeze subsided, and the evening atmosphere became extremely heavy. The sun had already hidden behind Lu'an Mountain, the capital of Ming, and the shadows struck the main city.

Zhao Mian watched silently as the crowd disappeared at the city gate, just as before the reinforcements came, the silent Minas Tirith fell silent again after a short period of commotion. He turned his head and reached out to pat the edge of Sarsdom's hindpaws, drawing the other's gaze from afar—a man and a dragon standing silently, waiting for the darkness to finally fall, as if ironically, the darkness gradually obscured their appearance, as in this ancient city.