Chapter 32: To the Front

The sun had barely faded his last rays, and darkness had taken over all around them—five hours had passed since he had left Idoras and followed the hussar king on his march. In these five hours, everyone galloped non-stop for more than 60 kilometers, and on this long running road, there was only a short rest of less than a quarter of an hour.

They were heading northwest along a large road near the White Mountains, from which they could quickly reach the crossing of the Aysin River, where Saruman's troops were making their way into the West Valley. Heyudon planned a powerful surprise attack with the forces still stubbornly resisting at the Rohan Pass, and on that endless riverbank, the cavalry charge could not recapture the lost crossing of the Aishin River, but it could deal a powerful blow to the enemy.

Night eventually enveloped the crowd, and they had to stop and set up camp. The cavalry formed a great circle in the starry sky and the moonlight, and set up camps. Since they were not familiar with the surrounding conditions, they did not dare to make fires, but they still set up heavy guards around them, and the scouts also rode into the distance to inquire about the enemy.

"Rest early, and tomorrow morning, we'll be back on our way. With that, Aragorn put down the door in his hand. Sleeping in the tent were four little hobbits, they were probably exhausted today, and this was probably the first time in their lives that such a long march was probably the first time in their lives - it was very different from the usual stop-and-go action, and the five hours of forced march made the four little hobbits very hard. This was especially true of the most reckless of all, Pippin, whose boring forced march not only dealt a blow to his body, but also severely tortured his spirit—he was almost exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep the moment his head touched the futon, and at last Sam and Merry wrapped him in the quilt.

"We should be able to reach the crossing of the Isin River by noon tomorrow, and I am afraid that there will be a big war by then. Legolas glanced at Aragorn, who was walking towards him, and the tent behind him, and said, "I don't think the four hobbits can make much difference on the battlefield, and there is no way we can take care of their safety in the chaos of the battlefield. The decision to bring them over was not wise, Gandalf. ”

"Indeed, I think so too!" said the dwarf Golden Bolt in a gruff voice, wiping his axe with a piece of grease-stained leather - it would make it less easy to curl the axe in tomorrow's battle, "we should let them evacuate with the people of Idoras, these little ones are completely incapable of self-protection on the battlefield, if we also fall into a situation where we are too busy to take care of ourselves, then who will ensure the safety of the little ones?" I don't want them to be missing a few parts!"

"I think so too, Gandalf. Zhao Mian said, he was cleaning the dust from the cracks in his armor, casually applying some oil to the joints to make it easier for him to move, "Although the bait plan is indeed my idea, I don't plan to take them to the battlefield. The enemy has already launched an offensive, why don't we split our forces in two directions, I take Merry and Pipin to attract the attention of the other party, and the rest of the people take this opportunity to sneak through their defense line under the noses of the opponent and go straight to Mount Doom?"

"I don't want to take them to battle, friends. Gandalf picked up his pipe, carefully lit the fire, took a puff in his mouth, and said—smoke escaping from the corners of his mouth as if he were swallowing a cloud, "But we have to do it! We must make the Lord and Saruman think that the Lord of the Rings is still in our hands - or that the Hobbits with the Ring are still with us." They held the crystal of knowledge in their hands, and Saruman could see through the crystal everything he wanted to see—even now, he had been peering through the crystal into the camp. ”

"But you can't take them to the battlefield tomorrow anyway, that's just sending them to their deaths. Aragorn sat down beside the crowd, took his sword from his belt, and placed it horizontally on his lap, "I'll take the four of them to stay behind tomorrow and stay with the baggage—the knight's charge has little to do with a ranger and four hobbits, and we prefer to keep our feet on the ground!"

"Well, I stayed, and I liked the feeling of stepping on the earth more than sitting on those noble creatures. The dwarf Jin Li immediately continued.

"We don't need to come forward, I'll stay tomorrow. Gandalf said, the pipe in his hand lit up his cheek in the darkness from time to time, "Tomorrow's raid will only be Zhao Mian who needs to participate in it, and the rest of us will go to the Valley of the Holy Helmet with the Hussar King." There, Iomer had already organized a defensive line, and the hussars had clenched their blades in the long canal of the Holy Helm, waiting for the arrival of the enemy. It will be our front line, after all, even if the hussars are extremely effective in the wilderness, in the dark of night humanity still needs a high wall to shelter from the wind and rain - or the arrows from the darkness. ”

"Why is that place?" asked Aragorn, frowning, "once that place is attacked by the enemy, there is only one way left to defend it, and there is no way to retreat. Gandalf, didn't you persuade King Sheudun that when we were so outnumbered, we would lose even the last chance of victory if we were to be put on the defensive. ”

That place had saved Rohan once, and Sheudon believed that the Valley of the Holy Helm would save Rohan from his crisis, as the old story did. Gandalf took the pipe out of his mouth, and the smoke swirled around his cheek in the darkness, making his face even more difficult to see from his already blurred vision in the darkness, and he put the pipe in his hand that he didn't know when it was extinguished, "The Valley of the Holy Helm has never let people down since it was built, and it has never failed here. ”

"But in the end, war still depends on people, and it is too foolish to abandon one's own superiority when there is such a huge gap between the enemy and the enemy. Zhao Mian said, reassembling the armor on his body, "No matter what the past and how impenetrable it is, we can't be too optimistic - the strongest fortresses usually collapse from within. When the local armies are overwhelmingly gathered under the walls, and the arrows rain down from the sky, when your comrades fall one by one, but you still see the people in your field of vision, the walls lose their proper purpose - because for a warrior who has lost his fighting spirit, it makes no difference whether the walls are one meter or ten meters, and fear has consumed their body and mind. Zhao Mian put on the last hand armor, and the voice came from under the armor, rumbling as if it had an echo, "After the battle is over tomorrow, I will temporarily leave the team to find a way to weaken the opponent's mobile force, and you need to do everything in your power to get King Xiyodon to send his troops into battle - tell him that in two days he will charge the enemy camp in the West Valley, and that in the light of noon, the enemy will lose the power to fight back under the light." ”

(M...... Someone has finally finished some of the things at hand, and the update should be able to restore part of it. In addition, I asked for my opinion, and there were still a lot of people in the poll who wanted me to write...... But there's really nothing to write about the Zero Messenger Demon about, so how about I write about the origin of Izu? A little bit of the manuscript is better than the Zero Messenger making soy sauce...... ）