The thick smoke gradually obscured the passage leading to the fourth floor of the White City, and under the cover of the smoke screen, the numbered members of the dark camp quietly infiltrated the passage. Although their mouths and noses were covered in wet wipes, the choking smell was a little uncomfortable for the numberers, but none of them made a murmur, because the slightest sound might have attracted a dense stream of arrows.

The cautious numberers walked for a minute at a short distance of thirty meters, their nerves just tense, guarding against the boiling oil that might be poured over their heads, but nothing happened until they were halfway there.

The guards of Gondor before seemed to be all dead, and the silent corridor was only the faint sound of the numbered ones footsteps and breathing, except for the sound of explosions. They couldn't see the road ahead and couldn't hear the voices of the enemy, and this strange and silent situation made them feel a little uneasy as they walked through the road.

"Hey! Can you see what's ahead? ”

"Shut up, do you want to die?"

Eventually, the numbered ones began to mumble impatiently, but they were quickly stopped by the others, but the uneasiness brewed in the crowd.

As the end of the corridor drew nearer and the smoke screen thinner, the numbered person carefully carried his shield into the corridor, only to find the fortress empty.

Lawrence received a report from the front and walked into the fortress, where he found nothing but a few wooden racks and a pile of large barrels. It seems that Gondor's defenders ran out of fire oil and withdrew from the area. This discovery disappointed Lawrence, who voluntarily abandoned such an easy-to-defend fortress, which was obviously not important to the numberer on the other side, which made Lawrence begin to question his previous inference.

However, it was not bad to be able to take this place without damage, and the moment they entered this fortress, the spatial prompt had already told them that the contribution reward had been distributed, and they walked all the way in fear, and then received a reward out of thin air. This contrast made the numberers who participated in the attack feel very discordant.

"Go and tell the Scar Leader that we've taken this place, tell him to send someone to receive it, and let's move on and try to end the battle before night comes." Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief and began to send someone to report back to the rear.

One of the numbered figures re-enclosed the wipes and quickly returned to the corridor, their figure quickly drowning in smoke.

"Why haven't the Scar Chief's men come here yet?" After three minutes, there was still no sign of the orc soldiers in the rear, and Lawrence was a little anxious.

"Maybe it's blocked by the smoke, after all, those orcs also have to breathe." Bieber said from the side.

"That's right. Let's just wait a little longer. Lawrence was relieved to think that the burning materials in the corridor had even been added to the wolf droppings, and the smoke produced would be difficult to clean up for a while.

Without the reason to fight desperately, he returned to the identity of the cautious wise man again, and began to think about the whole of this operation. However, the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became, even if the defenders of Gondor in the fortress did not have the help of fire oil, with the good terrain, they could completely entangle with their own side for a while, and it was very unreasonable to abandon this place so simply.

"Bieber, take a team to the front to scout. I'm afraid that the Hebrews will play a little trick. Lawrence did not pay attention to this after all, and the number of numbered people who entered the fortress exceeded a hundred, and even if three times as many enemies attacked now, Lawrence was confident that he would repel them.

Wait for the gap for reinforcements. The other numberers were not idle, and began to methodically search the fortress for debris, trying to find any decent loot, though the defenders of Gondor clearly did not leave the enemy with much good. Except for some tattered and damaged weaponry, the numberers found nothing.

Idle, Lawrence lifted the lid of one of the empty barrels in the clearing, revealing only some grease left inside. He kicked the empty barrel open. The barrel slammed into another barrel standing on the ground, and was snapped open.

"Huh?" Lawrence noticed that the weight of the other barrel was a little wrong, the two empty barrels collided and should have bounced off one piece, but the standing barrel actually only shook slightly.

"Maybe some careless Gondor soldier piled this barrel of fire oil next to these empty oil barrels, forgetting that the oil was not used up yet!" Lawrence didn't think much of it, and didn't bother to do it, and beckoned two of his own orc soldiers to carry the barrel over, even half a barrel of fire oil was worth quite a lot, and it seemed that he had got a good trophy.

For a soldier like a half-orc, who has thick skin and strength, the numbered person of the dark camp will spend some military merit to exchange for a few, whether it is to help him block the knife or make sundries, it is the best choice. Lawrence, of course, had a lot of such soldiers under his command, and this time he thought there would be a fierce battle, so he brought all ten orc soldiers under his command, and equipped them with good equipment, and the thick iron shield was still behind the half-orc soldiers.

"Maybe after this world is over, I should cultivate these orcs well." Watching the two faithful orcs struggle to lift the large wooden barrel on the ground, Lawrence sketches out his future with some wistfulness.

Lawrence's last thought before he passed out was a large shield getting closer and closer to his face, and then the violent impact caused him to lose consciousness instantly, and before he fell to the ground, Lawrence heard a huge explosion.

……

"Stop them! Fast! ……”

A chaotic shout of killing poured into Lawrence's chaotic mind, a sharp pain in his forehead made him break free from the heavy dizziness, and he opened his eyes blankly to watch his numbered people running around, shouting unknown words in his mouth.

"Lawrence, you're awake, hurry up, we're in ambush!" Bieber noticed that Lawrence was awake and tried to pat Lawrence on the cheek to cheer him up, and it took a full ten seconds for Lawrence to figure out his situation.

"Alright, Bieber, I'm awake." Lawrence swung Bieber's hand away and tried to stand up, but Bieber turned to his guard when he saw him come back to his senses.

A large radial pit appeared in the clearing that had been filled with empty barrels and supply crates, and debris was scattered throughout the fortress, and several corpses lay silently nearby. But no one was available to deal with it. Because, the numberers of the dark camp are struggling to resist the counterattack of the Gondor faction.

At some point, the crossing was blocked by an iron gate, and a group of numberers were trying to destroy the gate blocking his retreat, Lawrence found that many of his seriously wounded companions were lying beside him, and the remaining uninjured numberers were all struggling to resist the enemy's attack on the other side of the fortress, except for Bieber.

"How so?" Lawrence, who had regained his senses, was at a loss for a moment.

Bieber heard the murmur behind him and turned to Lawrence, "Someone planted a bomb in the barrel, it looks like it was probably Saruman's concoction, you were affected by the explosion, but fortunately you were only hit." Lawrence, hurry up and figure it out. The people in front of them were about to lose their time. ”

"Tell me how it is as you go." Lawrence immediately took out his weapon and rushed to the place where the fire was exchanged with Bieber.

"The retreat on the other side of the road is sealed, and it is very strong to get to the iron gate, and it is difficult to open it in a short time. The leader of Scar must have noticed the anomaly, but for some reason no reinforcements have been sent. There were a number of hostile numbered men gathered on the battlefield ahead, and I saw that the Hebrews were also in it, and there were also many elite soldiers of Gondor who were also attacking us, and the commander seemed to be the general of the White City, Borromir.

"How long can our people last." Lawrence's brain began to work rapidly. Gather together the information that Bieber said.

"It probably won't be long, and we've come across a bunch of tough guys who look like the Springs Guard."

"What? Spring Guard! How is this possible? Lawrence was shocked to hear this, in the Lord of the Rings world. The name of the Yongquan Guardian can be described as thunderous. As the top Terran class in this world, in addition to the Mithril Helmet on their heads, their strength is beyond doubt.

"You'll know with your own eyes." Bieber said as he walked to the other side of the fortress, where the many orcs under the numbered men of the dark camp formed a shield formation in front of the gate. Blocking enemy attacks, the numberers are struggling to kill the enemy with a variety of ranged weapons.

Many of the Gondor soldiers fell to the orc counterattack, but the distinctly taller heavily armored warriors among them stood firm. The weapon in his hand was a silver spear, and each attack could knock the orc soldiers behind the shield into a stagger, leaving a gap in the originally intact shield array.

Lawrence knew that most of the common numberers might not be able to repel these brute force half-orc soldiers with a single blow, and these tall heavy armored warriors actually had such power with a single blow, and the excellent armor on their bodies could be seen at a glance that the defense was very high, and the winged eagle helmet on their heads exuded a mysterious light.

"Bieber, you take someone up first, I'll find a way to open up the way out, I can't stay here for a long time." After Lawrence finished speaking, he ran back, leaving Bieber with a complicated expression.

"You're really welcome, forget it, this time I should repay the favor." Bieber raised his beloved Ripper Greatsword and walked slowly towards his enemies.

……

Three sneaky figures clinged to the walls on either side of the corridor, the thick smoke making them difficult to spot, and the bubbles wrapped around their heads kept them safe from the smoke.

These three people are Hu Bin and Ta Dun and Lin, several people just worked together to solve a numbered person who went back to report the news, that guy didn't even react in the thick smoke was cut by Lin a cut throat cut trachea, and then Hu Bin and Ta Dun's attack completely crushed the enemy's last ability to resist, and the unlucky numbered person was brutally cut a big hole in his chest, and he was hit hard by a shield on his head.

"Ta Dun, you're an idiot! Wouldn't you use a softer move? Hu Bin tried to make a threatening expression at the tower shield, but unfortunately this expression looked very funny under the effect of the bubble head charm.

"Hehe, who knew that guy's head was so hard that it didn't shatter when it was knocked on." The shield strike of the tower shield made a lot of noise, almost revealing the whereabouts of the three of them, but fortunately no one noticed.

"Can't you just not die!" Hu Bin said helplessly.

"Hey, hey!" Ta Dun smiled without saying a word, he habitually wanted to scratch his head, and after letting go of a hand, he almost fell off the wall, and hurriedly clasped the edge of the wall again.

"The plan is going well, and then we will wait for that signal." Hu Bin rolled his eyes and said, and then the three of them quietly waited for the signal to arrive.

"By the way, what the hell is that signal?" After a while, the sound of the tower shield came from the side.

"You'll know when the time comes."

"Hopefully that signal will come soon. My back is a little itchy! ”

"Shut up!" Hu Bin and Lin shouted together.

When a large number of numbered people from the dark side passed by below them before, Hu Bin really sweated, if the three people were discovered, then what was waiting for them would not be a good result, but fortunately, the smoke screen made out on the opposite side was thick enough, and they didn't find that the three people were hanging above their heads.

Hu Bin's plan can be said to have taken advantage of all the available conditions, and the large amount of fire oil gave him plenty of time to set up this trap for the opposite numberer.

Boromir's way of defending the city by inviting the king into the urn gave Hu Bin an inspiration, and the growing contribution made him have the ** to implement the plan, and the smoke from the opposite side made Hu Bin's courage bigger, and the last yin trap plan was released. All the forces on both sides of the war are calculated by this plan, and of course, to ensure that their own interests are maximized.

Ever since he saw the outstanding lethal effect of the oil, Hu Bin began to calculate how to maximize the effect of these resources, although the orc elite who was burned to death could bring him a lot of contribution points, but it could not satisfy Hu Bin. What can maximize the value of the oil is of course to cause damage to the numberer.

To this end, Hu Bin used his and Boromir's high friendship to carefully prepare a large gift for the numberers opposite, and he asked the defenders to start saving fire oil to make a false appearance. Lured the numbered ones to attack, and then carried most of the remaining oil onto the city walls, believing that if they were all ignited at once, the flames would cover the entire corridor.

However, it is difficult for the numberers to be exposed to the oil on the basis of precautions, even if it is contaminated with the burning oil. With the survivability of the numberers, as long as they retreat in time, their lives will not be in danger, so Hu Bin has to make a premise in the plan, that is, to let the numberers be both defenseless and unable to escape and be attacked by fire oil.

The gate at the entrance has been destroyed by the orcs. However, the gate at the end was still intact, and Hu Bin was pleasantly surprised to find that this gate was actually reinforced by a hanging iron gate, and it seemed that the ancestors who built it before the Gondor Kingdom had put a lot of effort here. Hu Bin just thought about it and found a way to stop the enemy from escaping.

Now there is only one premise left, and that is how to let the cunning enemies unsuspecting themselves into the traps they have elaborately designed. It was very difficult to do, Hu Bin thought of countless possibilities but could not meet his needs, how could those dark camp numbered people be defenseless in front of the enemy, they would definitely want to tighten their nerves, for fear that something unexpected would happen to their lives.

"Wouldn't it be better if they couldn't see the enemy?" Ta Dun's words earned him the title of "idiot" given by Lin, but this joke made Hu Bin think of a bold plan, that is, all the people withdrew from the fortress and left it to those enemies.

When Hu Bin suggested this plan to Boromir, Poromir almost thought that Hu Bin was burned out by the smell of the road, but after Hu Bin's patient explanation, Boromir finally decided to give it a try.

"You're playing with fire!" This is what Hebrew said to Hu Bin when he followed the large army to withdraw from the fortress, when he said this, the lord's eyes showed endless anticipation, he knew too well what this plan would bring to the numberers if it succeeded, whether it was to annihilate a large number of hostile numberers or seize the lost territory, he would get a lot of contributions, this Reed usually looked like Svenwen, and he would actually come up with such a crazy and wonderful plan.

Interests, great interests, interests that make all numberers willingly sell their lives.

Seven numbered men who are proficient in concealment and assassination lurk on the walls of Yongdao with Hu Bin and the three of them, their task is to go deep alone in the true sense of the word, and if there is a little accident in the process of planning, they will inevitably die in the siege, but they have already sold their lives to Hu Bin, specifically to this gamble with huge benefits.

The remaining numberers and all the Gondor's native defenders quickly evacuated the fort after leaving the scene with the illusion that they had run out of fuel, and many even beat their chests and complained about why they had missed such a great opportunity by not majoring in Assassins.

Another precondition for Hu Bin to achieve the plan was to hit all the forces on the fourth floor of Baicheng, crush the numbered ones who entered the fortress in one fell swoop, and force them to flee to the middle of the tunnel. And the iron gates at the end of the tunnel are to add some urgency to these enemies, of course, it is also one of the measures to improve Hu Bin's own security, as for the timing of the counterattack, how to let the ambush on both sides be launched at the same time, this question is handed over to the thing preserved in Hu Bin's space ring.

Saruman's explosives, Hu Bin had captured two in the Battle of the Valley of the Holy Helmet, and the last one could not be more appropriate for today. A simple touch ignition and delayed ignition array is simply too simple for Hu Bin, who has basic magic array-related skills, and Lin and Ta Dun, who have come into contact with some insiders, have thought of what kind of effect these two things will have when combined.

The problem of the signal for the trap to be launched has been solved, and all that remains is how to prevent the orcs outside the corridor from coming to disturb the situation, as for this problem, Hu Bin can tell the others that Ente's solid guy can completely block the narrow corridor, as for whether Ente will be incapacitated because of this, it is not a matter for him to consider, this is the real use of summons.

All the plans went through Hu Bin's mind, and the numbered person who sent the message to the orcs had been ambushed, and when everything was ready, Hu Bin couldn't wait to see the scene of the large fireworks exploding. (To be continued......)