Chapter 43: On the Wall

"How far are Isengard's troops from the Sacred Helmet Canal?" Aragorn asked in a low voice about Legolas beside him, he, Jin Li and Legolas had been standing on the walls of the Holy Helmet Valley since it was dark, and this was the day Zhao Mian had agreed with them before he left. On this day, dawn suddenly descended on the body of the Holy Helmet Valley, and the sun that had not been seen for a long time shone wantonly on the soldiers' bodies, dispelling the coolness of the night for them. It all seemed to reflect a perfect time - the sun-drenched orcs would not be able to move an inch on this day, and the strong barbarians and orcs would trudge across the plains, and the few wolf cavalry would not be able to compete with Rohan's iron cavalry.

"There are forty miles to go, and if nothing goes wrong, you can see them at noon. It was not Legolas, who was still watching, but Iomeh, who had just received the information from the side, who had just opened the information sent back by the scouts on his fast horse, and on it, the information that the riders had exchanged for blood, "A tough battle, everyone. This time the enemy was pouring out, and Saruman was probably sending out all the troops he could send, and our scouts took great risk to send this information back—they would not go again. Honestly, I don't want them to let them go, it's too dangerous - I think you should know that the information that has just been sent back confirms that Saruman himself is leading these guys. ”

"Personally leading? This is not for a scheming wizard. Jin Li asked in some surprise, his beard fluttering with his words, "Shouldn't he hide in his tall tower, and would rather send all his men into the crater than stain his beautiful robes?!!

"Because the tower has collapsed, and an ancient power has taken advantage of this opportunity to turn Isenger into a water town. Gandalf's voice came from behind the crowd, and they turned their heads to find Gandalf walking with King Heyodon. After Gandalf said this, he went on to say to Siyodon beside him, "Heydon, we can't hold on here any longer, Saruman's voice will make this tall fortress seem like nothing, and he is ready to take it in one fell swoop, driven out of Isengard. You've also seen the report that arrived at midnight, where Saruman had armed the last of his troops, and more than 10,000 orcs had set foot on the eastern bank of the Aishin, burning everything they could along the way, aiming for the Valley of the Holy Helm. And look, how many more people do we have?"

"More than 10,000 people, less than 20,000. Heyorton looked around, his eyes pausing for a moment on Iomo's body, and then quickly brushed over the others, he carefully surveyed the soldiers resting on the nearby city walls, their helmets reflected in the morning light, these soldiers were tormented by darkness, and the sun that had not been seen for many days gave them some little comfort in their tired bodies and minds, "Old friend, I know what you say, and I know what you want me to do. But, look around you, look at my people, who have spent far too long in the darkness, and oppressive fear has made them cling to this wall. And the only sunlight they had seen in the past few days, the glimmer of solace that had given them some comfort, was probably the last illusion Sauron had given them—like a lion teasing its prey. Theodon lowered his voice, but his voice reached Iomeh's ears.

"But staying here is only a little longer—it's not even as good as abandoning the city now, at least with the horse's footsteps, you can get to the Shumu River before they!" Heyudon lowered his voice, but Gandalf didn't, he was furious—he had been entangled with Heyudon for two days, but he still couldn't convince him to go out of the city to meet the enemy—and he could even see the old fortress turn back into a rock, seeing that the enemy was about to descend on the city. But then he breathed a sigh of relief, took his pipe from his clothes, lit it with some vicious spells, and took two puffs with all his might—choking on a straight cough. He took a deep breath, calmed his breath, and then said calmly, "Zhao Mian has brought you and your people a glorious victory, and he has made those warriors return with all the glory as he promised, while he himself is still running for your Rohan's possible victory—your warriors saw him flying northwest on a dragon, and you know where it is." He was just a stranger to Rohan, and his homeland wasn't even in Middle-earth. But he's still fighting for your people. He has brought you a glorious glory, but you cannot respond to his hope - and that hope is even a possibility of victory!"

There was silence above the city walls, and the sun shone softly on the people, but the early spring sun could not make them feel a trace of warmth. Everyone was pricking up their ears, waiting for the final conclusion--this is already the final result, whether it is going out of the city to attack, or to defend the Valley of the Holy Helmet, or even to abandon the city and flee, in this morning, when there is no longer enough time, it is the final verdict of this war.

But no one waited for Theudon to give the final order, for another voice disrupted all of this. Legolas inadvertently turned around and saw that in the early morning light, an army of strong orcs, led by a tall fellow, was rapidly approaching the Sacred Helm Canal, and on their flanks a few, but rather respectable, wolf knight howling to kill a lone scout.

"The vanguard of the enemy!" Legolas's voice pierced the dreary air, and countless soldiers frantically took up their weapons on the walls, and then poked their heads out of the walls, but they could not see the enemy.

"Damn, how can it be so fast?!! didn't you say it wouldn't be until noon?" Iomer whispered, mixed with a hint of malicious swearing, but it didn't help.

"All orcs! And some wolf cavalry! They must be in the vanguard, Saruman plans to send these guys to hold us back in order to prevent things from changing, and then the big army will slowly follow!" Legolas said as he watched the situation in the distance, and he grasped the longbow behind him a little nervously, but then let go - the enemy was actually far away, and even the elven marksmen could not shoot at such a distance.

"Blow the trumpet and prepare for battle!" Heyudon shouted as he drew his sword, the blade of which reflected a sharp chill in the sunlight, "Heyodon, take your troops and go to the Holy Helm Canal to support Okenbrand." I fear that Okembland's troops will not be able to defend every section of the Sacred Helmet Canal completely!

"No, wait!What is that??a bird?No!That's a dragon!Dragon!God, that's Sarsdom!There's a crown!," exclaimed Legolas, his voice full of surprise, as if something undeserved had appeared in his eyes.

"Zhao Mian, Dragon, what are they doing there?" Jin Li muttered quietly, he picked up the hem of his clothes, wiped the axe casually, and then with a "boom!" he cut his clothes, "Wait! That crazy guy! God, he can't do that!"

"He said it was noon, and it was still morning, and he was going to stall for time, just like Saruman!" Gandalf walked to the battlements of the city wall with his staff, his hand clenched tightly in the enemy's fencing, the pipe in his mouth had long since been put away, he squinted his eyes in the direction Legolas was looking, "Saruman intends to have these strong elite troops block our way out and prevent us from all movement out of the city - but as long as they don't reach the gates of the Holy Helmet Canal, we still have a chance!"

"How many enemies are there?" asked Aragorn, as he and the Golden Bolt and Legolas had begun to gallop towards the bottom of the walls, where many of the warriors were knocked out of the way.

"I don't know how many there are, but it won't be less than three thousand!" said Legolas, stepping lightly over one of the sleeping soldiers, "and with a few hundred wolf knights roaming around them, we will certainly not be able to please them in the past." ”

"Then let's go together!" said the golden bolt's voice from behind them, the gruff voice approaching so quickly for the first time, that the two of them turned their heads to look—Iomo was grabbing the dwarf by the collar and twisting him in his hand, and countless warriors turned sideways to avoid the warhorses beneath him.

"Most of the guards guarding Idoras are members of the Third Legion of the Hussars, and as a commander, I have not yet returned to him the glory he gave me to the Third Legion. Iomerze's horse stopped beside them, and he loosened the dwarf's collar so that his lover fell to the ground, then dismounted, and said, "The third legion of the hussars will go out with you to meet the enemy!"