"Shield!"

"Come on the shield!!"

Flying stones rained down, and hot oil splashed everywhere.

Everywhere there were soldiers who had been stoned into flesh, and there were some guys who had accidentally been contaminated with fire oil, rolling around the walls beyond recognition......

It's chaos.

"Stand up!"

"Get back to your place!"

"Rohan's reinforcements are coming soon, hold on!"

An old, but unusually firm voice rang out, and before the soldiers in the confusion could understand what was going on, they were whipped back to their defensive positions by a group of horsemen.

"Yes......"

"It's Gandalf!"

"Banner of the royal family! There is still hope! ”

The soldiers could clearly see that the white-robed old man holding the banner of the royal sacred tree at the front was none other than the legendary mage Gandalf, whose wisdom and strength had resounded throughout Middle-earth.

The soldiers' confidence was immediately high!

With Gandalf and the royal family here, it means that Minas Tirith still has hope to hold on!

"Shoot ...... Archery...... Yes! ”

The heralds who were in charge of keeping a distance for the archers saw the vicious orcs below like a tide, and even the mammoths that were almost as tall as the city walls...... There are also some unstoppable leg and stomach cramps, purple lips, and speechless.

"Scared?"

Gandalf rode past and slapped him on the shoulder.

"I didn't ...... No, for ...... Fight for honor! He was too guilty to look up at Gandalf's ocean-wise eyes.

"The honor of the White City, not here." Gandalf stretched out his scepter, tapped the Sacred Tree badge hanging from the soldier's chest, and then patted his chest:

"If fear can make Sauron retreat, if fear can make Gondor's peace, you can continue to twitch from here."

"However, these are all fantasies, once you die, the bones of the 100,000 people of the White City, your mother, wife and children will all become decorations on the necks of the orcs......"

"Give him some wine, poor little fellow." One of the knights beside Gandalf tossed him the wine bag at his waist, dismounted and leaped to the side of the wall, and stood in the most conspicuous position, bent his bow and arrow, and shouted without looking back—

"The survival of Gondor is here to fight, you come to order, I will release the arrows!"

"Let it go...... Shoot the arrows! The herald was stunned for a moment, then opened the wine bag and poured it hard, and finally mustered up all the strength of his body, and shouted loudly.

Shoot the arrows!

Shoot the arrows!

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and countless echoes resounded throughout the walls of the White City, except for the knights and the guards who were guarding the city walls in close combat, all raised their bows in their hands, and put their fingers on the lower side.

Airplanes!

Locust-like arrows swept down like black waves.

The orcs were already much worse than the humans in armor, and in order to increase the speed of the sprint, they rushed to the city as soon as possible, so they did not even carry out the shields and wooden walls that could resist arrows......

Ulla! Ulla!

Under the acceleration of gravity, those fine iron arrows fell from the sky, directly piercing the chests of countless ordinary orcs.

Fell to the ground with a painful roar......

"See!"

"These are just the lowest-level orcs, you can completely solve it with the bows and arrows in your hands, if even they are afraid, it is better to surrender as soon as possible!"

The knight raised the bow in his hand and shouted fiercely to the soldiers behind him.

Who has the courage to join the army, which is not a hot-blooded man?

was so excited by the knight's agitation method, and suddenly there was a surge of blood!

"Isn't it just a bunch of filthy orcs?!"

"I don't even deserve to lift my shoes!"

"Shoot these bastards from the east!!"

……

The ranged weapons of the two sides collided, and the sky was littered with glittering metallic arrows and huge rocks, and even the stars seemed to be obscured.

Although humans occupy an excellent commanding advantage, and the damage caused by throwing stones and arrows can be several times more than that of the orcs, the orc army is too many, boundless, and the boulders that can smash half of the arrow tower at once fall on it, but they can only be like pebbles falling on the surface of the lake, and the ripples quickly dissipate.

The line of charge was still compressing, and more and more orcs rushed across the moat.

But on the human side, the good news is-

Although the orcs who rushed to the front were not afraid of life and death, under the rain of arrows wave after wave, the formation had been scattered, not only had no combat ability, but also hindered the advance of the follow-up troops.

Yarman, who was in charge of the command, hurriedly adjusted the siege strategy, first changed the 1,000 strong orc warriors and the orc phalanx with heavy shields to the first line, used to take the lead, the strong orcs would not die even if they were pierced by dozens of arrows, and the more seriously they were injured, the more they would arouse their battle anger.

Ulla!

The orc warriors gasped, their bodies covered in rudimentary armor and fur, their massive maces swinging in their hands with a rattle that swept away the arrows.

Behind them were ordinary orc warriors who were slowly advancing with huge shields, and beyond them were teams of newborn orc forces, as well as the two elite groups of strong orcs that were black and as hard as granite.

There were so many soldiers and horses, crowded the Minas Plain under the White City, they were side by side, the front row and the back row were next to each other, and their feet were squeezed into the blood of the moat that had been stained red with blood, and it was difficult to breathe - the commander of this attack, one of the three major legions of the orc army, Yarman, didn't care about the art of war, the strategy (of course, he didn't understand......

It only understood that with this numerical advantage, it could use the forces of the mountains and fields to flood the White City in one fell swoop.

Although the plains were already crowded, he was still vigorously mobilizing troops, sending the vital forces one by one, and ordering the rear troops to push the front troops, so that even some orcs who still had the survival instinct could not escape backwards.

The orcs under the city became more and more dense, so that the archers at the head of the city only had to close their eyes and throw their heads down......

The sky was full of swish, swish, swish, row after row of archers took turns to strike intensively, thousands of strong bows kept "squeaking" into a full moon, arrows poured like a continuous torrential rain towards round after round of new attacks of the other side, on the top of the filled moat, the corpses formed a small hill around the white city, but they continued to advance, rushing over the moat, straight under the city walls, but there, more terrible disasters awaited them—

The rain of arrows poured down as usual, and the rolling stones that fell under the city smashed them into pulp, and poured hot oil on their heads, and the walls were so slippery and steep that they were difficult to climb, and the orcs were sometimes only halfway there, and a burst of swords and spears stabbed them to the ground.