The dwarf's long-handled battle axe, the elf's slender willow knife, one slashes and slashes, and the other kills like a dance, and the two old enemies of the dwarves and elves are on the wall of the blacks, and they begin to use the magic orcs as props for the game, to see who is really good.

Olaf watched from behind and shouted, and although Estelle did not speak, his slightly furrowed brow showed that he was extremely dissatisfied with the fact that the number of elves on the city wall was less than that of the dwarves, and Lelouch was also surprised that the battle after attacking the city head would be so smooth sailing, the advance speed of the dwarves and elves was much faster than the follow-up speed of the Terran phalanx troops, and Lelouch even wanted to send people up to rush for a while.

The battle coalition forces on the ground city wall occupy a huge advantage, and the elven gold fleet behind has even begun to weaken the firepower to avoid accidental injury, in fact, even if they are injured by mistake, they can't kill many coalition soldiers, compared to the firepower they give up, it is definitely not cost-effective from a rational point of view, but the most important thing in the war is morale, I believe that no soldier of that unit will be happy because he was blown up by himself.

However, the firepower of the elves' fleet began to weaken, and the coalition artillery behind it also began to slowly migrate forward in batches, but the airship troops in the sky did not have any problems at all, they were huge, and there was no need to worry about the problem of materials, three huge supply ships were parked side by side at the back of the entire fleet, and countless transport ships continued to rush back and forth, transporting military supplies to batches, and it was these materials that ensured the continuous firepower of the airship troops.

The 1,000 Wyvern Knights sent by Mordor have been killed and wounded, and now the airship troops can carry out full firepower output on the ground, and the Vulture Knight has finally freed up their hands after solving the Wyvern, and they have changed their hands on a large scale of fire oil bombs, and they have made cameo appearances in dive bombers, and those giant trebuchets hiding in the ground have now become live targets, they are not really completely enclosed and low, just some sunken ones. artillery positions, so the dive-ditching Driff Knight is able to drop the fire oil bombs into the positions of these giant trebuchets.

And those Mordor guards on the ground, whether they are bows and arrows or muskets, can't pose too much threat to these dragon vulture knights who occupy a high advantage, they can throw fire oil bombs outside the range of muskets, even if the accuracy will be reduced, but it doesn't matter, if one shot doesn't work, two shots, anyway, a railway on the ground and a passage composed of countless airships in the air will continue to transport all kinds of materials needed by the front line, and will also transport the wounded back as soon as possible.

The first half of the entire Black Gate has been beaten into a pot of porridge, the Black Gate is really thick, with a thickness of three hundred meters, their height is not good, but the thickness is absolutely no problem, the reason why they designed it so wide is also to be able to have a wide enough distance for large-scale melee combat after the city is beaten, Mordor's system is that the bottom combat power is weak but the number is huge and the morale is high (when the Lord is still there), and the middle level combat power is single and easy to form and multi-functional, Then there are extremely powerful but small numbers of high-end combat forces, and they are all built around melee troops, so even when designing defensive buildings, Mordor also considers how to fight in close combat, which leads to the strange picture of the coalition and Mordor tug-of-war on the city wall.

Relying on a steady stream of half-orc troops and the well-rested strong orc troops and wolf cavalry that finally came up from behind, Mordor finally blocked the advance of the coalition army on the black gate, but in such a short distance of a few hundred meters, the coalition army and Mordor strangled together, and the Mordor soldiers who rushed out from various unexpected places completely avoided the barrier of the artillery, and directly rushed to the eyes of the coalition soldiers, and now the heavy fire support has begun to weaken, and these artillery pieces have a service life, It was impossible to keep firing all the time, so the firepower naturally began to weaken, and as the night slowly advanced, these guns would quickly lose the momentum of the day.

Yes, this battle has been fought for a day unconsciously, and the dark night of Middle-earth has once again come as promised!

When the night completely fell on the earth, the whole noisy battlefield finally slowly quieted down, the night did not want to fight, and they did not want to fight, the soldiers were too tired, they needed a certain amount of time to rest and recuperate, the various positions in the rear also needed to be rearranged, the artillery needed to move at least a large section to the front, the tired soldiers and a large number of wounded on the front line also needed to be transported down for treatment, these all took time, so the night Mordor and the coalition forces tacitly chose to stop, and the battlefield was finally a little quieter.

A dwarven musketeer carried his backpack on his back, holding a well-loaded musket and hiding in a gun pit, the intensive bombardment made the entire black gate full of gun craters, he carefully stretched out half of his head to look outside, only from the strong orcs to increase the number of troops, Mordor also has a very accurate musketeer and archers, in such a close distance, this dwarven soldier is still very careful.

"How's that going for Fat Boy? Is there Mordor crumbs out there? ”

Behind him, at least four dwarven soldiers leaned cautiously into the crater, one of them whispering as the dwarven musketeer, known as the dwarven nickname Fat Boy, slowly retracted:

"I haven't seen Mordor yet, and I don't know where we're now!"

"We're going to get Nar to the back at once, his arrow has rust on it, and if he won't be treated tonight, he'll be going to see the Most High God tomorrow!"

Several dwarven soldiers discussed in a whisper, and finally unanimously decided to let Fat Boy, the most agile musketeer, send the wounded soldier Nar to the rear, at this time Nar was in a semi-comatose state, although it had been used to do a simple treatment with a medical kit from a group of passing Terran soldiers, but no one knew how long it could last, Fat Boy did not refuse, he tied Nar to his back with the help of others, and carefully looked at the dark world outside, The dwarves' years of life in the mines have given them a good pair of eyes, and after looking around, they can only see no moving figures beyond the countless cannon pits, only the constant whispers of unknown voices in the breeze.

Fat Boy knows that in such an environment, there are many more soldiers in the countless artillery pits, there are coalition forces, there are also Mordor, and no one knows the specific location, maybe you run back, but you will enter the team of a place, only the capital ship of Alduin in the sky maintains a low intensity of shelling, and the target is still the obvious Black Gate Castle, only some hovering dragon vulture knights will dive from time to time to deliver some fire oil bombs, but this kind of attack is rare, mainly for fear of accidentally injuring their own people.

Just as the fat boy was about to run back with his comrades on his back, a dragon vulture knight dropped a fire oil bomb not far behind them, and the wail of the orc soldiers was instantly heard inside, and then he saw several orc soldiers jumping out of their pits wrapped in flames, and then fell to the ground one after another in the sound of gunfire from nowhere, not because they were afraid that they would die slowly, but mainly because they were afraid that they would bring the fire to their own gun pits.

Fat boy silently recited a sentence in his heart: 'Thank you to the Supreme God', because the pit is the pit that Fat Boy was about to go to just now, and now fortunately it was discovered by the Dragon Vulture Knight, otherwise I am afraid that Fat Boy will not even know how to die, and then re-selected a cannon pit, Fat Boy silently recited the blessing of the Supreme God, and then quickly rushed out, his short figure is not very obvious in the dark, plus he is bent on his waist, if you don't look carefully, it is difficult to see a small dot moving rapidly.

Fat Boy quickly rushed to the rear into a cannon pit, he jumped into it without thinking, and then the moment he entered, a cold arrow feather hit his neck, and a sharp sword next to him was directly on his shoulder, and then, Fat Boy relaxed.

"I'll go, you're scared of me! Put it away and watch out for misfire! ”

"This is an elven bow and arrow, not a dwarven musket, it won't go off!"

The elven soldier silently taunted the reckless dwarf, and then put away his bow and arrows, and the Terran soldier next to him also put away his sword, and the fat boy only had time to take a closer look at this cannon pit, there were three people in it, an elf and two humans, one of whom was a melee soldier and a Terran musketeer.

"Dwarf, you don't want to die? What do you run in the middle of the night? Running out of food? ”

The Terran soldier muttered dissatisfiedly, and the fat boy was full of bright smiles: "There is still a lot to eat, the dwarf can eat for three days, my comrade-in-arms is injured and needs to be taken to the back, otherwise I am afraid that I will not survive tomorrow morning." ”

The three people in the gun crater glanced at the half-unconscious Nar behind the fat boy and didn't say anything more, and the Terran musketeer Genshi took out the medical kit directly from his backpack:

"Let's change it, it's important to change some new medicines, you have to go to the rear later, we won't give you dry food, there will be hot food and hot water in the back!"

The fat boy didn't refuse the kindness of the Terran musketeers, the elven archers carefully guarded the surroundings while they changed medical supplies, and the Terran melee soldiers also picked up the musketeers' muskets and watched, who the knows if there will be a nest of orc soldiers around you who want them to die?

The Terrans, Dwarves, Elves, and Terrans, Dwarves, and Terran soldiers truly coexisted in harmony in this small cannon pit, and although they all knew each other on the first day, they were already able to give their backs to each other.

The fat boy quickly changed the medical kit, under the guidance of the elf, he ran towards a cannon pit further behind, in the words of the elf, he heard the breeze and the ridicule of several humans and dwarves in it, so where it will definitely not be the Mordor orcs, in fact, the fat boy will run up to three cannon pits It is difficult to meet the Mordor orcs, after all, this is not a complete melee, both sides have rules and regulations, and the level of the army is still clear.

So when Fat Boy ran through five gun pits in a row and appeared next to a siege tower, behind a simple makeshift camp, a group of soldiers of the Three Clans rested around the campfire in it, Mordor was generally impossible to fight here, so they dared to raise a bonfire, and after the elven soldiers confirmed the identity of Fat Boy, a Terran shield spearman and a dwarven longaxe berserker at the door put him in.

In this place, there are professional medical soldiers with the army, and a Terran medical soldier carefully took a look at the wounded soldier's wound, re-used professional techniques to detoxify the wound with high-concentration alcohol, and bandaged the wound well, and gave him a little special medicine.

"I've dealt with it well, but if you want to recover, you still have to send it to the rear, and you may have to go to the internal hospital to supply the airship, and in the end, it's not clear whether you need to be transferred to Red Dragon City."

The words of the medical soldier let the dwarf officers who had been watching next to them know the general situation, and the integration training of the coalition forces allowed them to share officer resources, so this group of small troops that were scattered was well coordinated under the command of the dwarf officer, the dwarf officer glanced at the unconscious Nar, and frowned slightly, this war has the fewest dwarves, but it is always at the forefront of the killing, and the dwarves can now be said to be dead one less than one, so he thought about it and decided to use a little of his authority:

"You, send him to the back, take my waist card, and go rest on the supply airship."

The dwarf officer directly handed a thing to the fat boy, the fat boy was stunned for a moment, and then thanked happily, the dwarf didn't think much, especially the low-level dwarves, they were all very simple, only the elves frowned slightly, this waist card is a rest card for special circumstances, specially let the officer issue it to those soldiers who are not under mental pressure at their discretion, and the coalition army is not short of people, there is no need to let some soldiers who are not under mental pressure stay on the front line, it is nothing if he dies himself, it is not good if it causes chaos in the army.

Lelouch's strong logistical guarantee made every coalition soldier extremely satisfied, and it stands to reason that the fat boy should be sent back to the dwarven troops in the rear as a reinforcement after being inspected, most of these troops are disabled troops on the front line, and the possibility of them going to the front line in this battle is already very small, and it may be their turn to enter the black field.

The fat boy carried Nar on his back through the tower and scared a few vigilant coalition soldiers below the ground to talk to each other more easily, and a huge tree man next to him sat on the ground and looked down at these little people chatting, his expression seemed to be extremely curious, uh, it seems that this is a young tree man who is definitely no more than five hundred books, and he is not at all as steady as those thousand-year-old tree people.

When he arrived under the city wall, the fat boy was completely relieved, and he quickly found a stretcher, and with the help of two human logistics soldiers, he walked towards the camp.

(End of chapter)