Chapter Fifty-Four: The Big Picture, Transition (Abandonment)

"Reinforcements from the south must be coming soon. Zhao Mian, who had been silently looking at the strategic map in front of him for a long time, asked, on the other side of a table across from him, Boromo sat there slightly sideways, the light from the window illuminated his resolute face, and his armor seemed to respond to the sunlight in the light.

Since yesterday, the ashes of the Doomsday Volcano have been filling the sky, and it's impossible to tell if it's the volcano's active period or Sauron's magic controlling it to get ready to go—most likely, both, of course. And the day, which was getting shorter and shorter, finally has sunshine only at noon today.

To be honest, the situation is not optimistic. Zhao Mian, who had already inquired about the news from all sides, and after summarizing, could only sigh secretly. He had been in the room for a morning, but what lay before him was a dead end—especially since the Lord Regent himself had no intention of doing anything.

It is true that as a nation founded by the ancient Númenorans, Gondor has always had his profound heritage and strength, but they have lost their king for too long, and they have long been blinded by their bright eyes in the mortal world. Decline of the state - Gondor has a long history of decline, sometimes idle, as mentioned in the overheard conversation between Gandalf and Aragorn. If there had been no war, and a wise king had emerged in a few hundred years, Gondor might have regained its position as the most powerful nation in the land, but at this time, a weakened kingdom was too stretched.

"Fron's forces have arrived earlier this day, Rosanachi is not far from here, and it is only half a day's distance on horseback, and the forces of Pelagir, Essling, and Linhill should be able to reach Minas Tirith by tomorrow morning, and then Prince Inlahir will arrive with the rest of his reinforcements in the evening - after which one can only hope for Rohan's side. The ends of his hair covered his cheeks, and in the room, Borromo's face looked a little dark.

"Where's the number of people?"

"There were only two hundred warriors from Rosanach. ”

"I'm afraid the total number won't exceed four thousand...... Zhao Mian casually sketched a few strokes on the paper on the side with a quill pen, then pondered for a while, drew two strokes on the map, and raised his head to look at Boromo opposite him, "What about Kyle Andros? How many defenders are there? As far as I know, Sauron not only piled up a large number of troops in the Minas Demon Cave, but also gathered an astonishing number of troops in front of the Black Gate. ”

But Boromo didn't respond.

"yes, I see. Zhao Mian understood the answer in silence, he nodded clearly, and focused his eyes on the map in front of him, but this time he didn't look at it for a long time, but after sketching a few more strokes on it, he put down the quill pen in his hand, and the ink in the pen barrel quietly dripped down to the wooden desktop along the guidance of gravity, but before it spread, Zhao Mian wiped it off with a piece of unclean cloth.

It is impossible to get more than 4,000 reinforcements from the man, and the right flank of the battlefield can still be used as a buffer, while the left flank of Kyle Andros, a city in River State, may not be able to support it for long. As I said at the beginning, this is a dead end, if only from the perspective of a war.

The arrival of the Umbar pirates on the southern coast made Talos and Linhill tired of coping, while the fishermen of Pelagir, who were originally good at water warfare, were held up by the barbarians of Haradrin, and Gondor, who was not superior in numbers, was dragged out of this long line and could only helplessly meet the enemy.

The difference in numbers is about five times -- but the enemy does not have the resources to arm all his forces, so the difference in combat effectiveness is only about three times greater. Zhao Mian thought so. If Sheodon's forces had arrived in time, they would not have been without the strength to fight - even a little later than expected, as long as -

Zhao Mian stretched out his hand and lightly drew a cross on the place marked with Kyle Andros on the map, then moved his pen downward, and then drew a cross on top of Osgilias, and then continued downward, until he moved to Emminyanan, which was opposite Rosanacki, and drew a circle lightly.

"All it takes is one...... Breakthrough. Zhao Mian muttered.

"What?" Boromo, who didn't hear what Zhao Mian said clearly, asked with some concern as he focused his attention.

"It's nothing, it's just a little delusional. Zhao Mian casually threw the quill pen he picked up again and inserted it into the inkwell, "It's almost lunchtime." ”

Boromo nodded, and Zhao Mian and Boromo walked out of the room.

At the same moment, bidding farewell to Sheudon and the hussars, Aragorn, the Golden Bolt, Legolas, and the rangers who had come to find Aragorn had just left Denjarlo and walked towards the path of the dead who were feared by the hussars.

The four hobbits slowly approached where they were supposed to be, and they had lost a lot of smiles compared to when they first set out, but they gradually had an air of celebration or sigh that the naïve hobbits didn't know if it was worth it - perhaps only the blades hanging from their waists could tell them whether it was worth it or not.

Faramo, who had not yet been seen by Zhao Mian for more than two days after arriving in Minas Tirith, and his lieutenant had left the bridge he had been guarding, and the dilapidated appearance of Theosgillias looked even more dilapidated in the light of noon, and perhaps only the carved patterns on the tall boulder could tell the other people who came here how glorious the civilization once inhabited here. Although it was only a routine report meeting, time seemed too scarce at a time when everyone could easily smell the smell of steel - but not only because of this, Faramir, who had inherited more of the power from his father, could clearly take the unfamiliar breath from the breeze from the west, and the smell contained in it made the war horses under him tremble.

A figure quickly crossed the East Valley, leaving only a few words of encouragement, white robes and gray beards still flying in the wind, from Rohan's finest king of horses, Shadow used his speed to tell everyone how fast he could be when he let go of his speed and galloped on the earth. But even with such a meteor-like gallop, the old man on horseback still felt that it was too slow, and the king who carried his destiny took over the burden that had been pressed on him, but the task given by the gods still showed its weight on his shoulders. Suddenly, the shadow he sat down stopped running, and the wizard sitting on horseback raised his head—and in the dark ashes, the big black bird announced his presence with a call.

The sun becomes darker at this moment. (Some time ago, the computer broke down - in fact, the specific reason is that I die, as the so-called people will die if they die, so my computer died.) Originally, it was just a problem with the fan and it didn't spin, but I was still working with the heatsink, so I didn't take it seriously for the time being - until one day, the computer crashed in the middle of running...... Then send it to the after-sales service for inspection, the fan is broken, the heat sink is broken, and the independent display is burned out, as if there is something else...... Hehehehe...... Then the after-sales told me that they actually didn't have a reserve of parts, to wait for Wuhan to send it, the result was more than a week, and finally got the computer again, I suddenly realized a problem - what was the code of what I was in, so this chapter appeared in the chaos, but it was so bad, I couldn't stand it myself, so I decided to write something else, and then there was the text. As for this -- it's kind of a game for you. ）