"Mr. Anduin, haven't you come yet?"

The second generation of the most prominent official in the Kingdom of Gondor, the son of the regent, Boromir is talking to a goblin with a phone bug on his face.

"The outer city has all fallen, the inner city is also in danger, the supply of guns and ammunition is seriously insufficient, and the time to build fortifications is too late, if you don't come, Gondor's will be finished!"

Thinking of the soldiers who were like brothers and sisters but died in the city, and might even be used as wartime rations, this rough and heroic man actually squeezed a few tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Panic, hold on for another day, and you'll be there tomorrow afternoon. ”

On the other end of the line, Anduin's voice was not hurried, like warm boiled water, but the rough and muddy laughter of the orcs from time to time from the walls of Minas Tirith was quite harsh, which made Boromir deeply irritated.

"I'm afraid it's too late......"

With a wry smile, he sat dejectedly in the makeshift fortifications built from the dwellings, watching his soldiers carry stones and wooden pillars around and beat them with maces.

The phone bug was still staring at the dead fish eyes, and Anduin's voice seemed to be a little distorted—there was a faint sound of eating in the background, and if Borromir remembered correctly, it was a new type of food he had seen in Rivendell, a new food called "snail powder".

“..... It's not that I said, you, the authorities don't know," Anduin took a sip of hot soup with satisfaction, and took out a bottle of Snowflake Chunsheng again in the envious eyes of an elven big-headed soldier next to him,

At this time, it was late at night, the twilight was drowsy, and in the distance lay a knife-like moat, where the flat earth was abruptly disconnected, and under the craggy rocks, the surging white waves were churning and tumulting.

Seven or eight large trucks stopped in front of the rift, and the elven soldiers methodically removed the searchlights from the trucks, the usual searchlights on the construction site, and the thick and dazzling beams of light hit the rock wall below, revealing the occasional strange pine or two peeking out of their heads.

"Translate, translate, down. ”

Grofendale was directing his men to raise the balloon, with two arm-thick chains tied to it, and wait until the balloon floated across the shore before the soldiers came down to fix the anchor point. This process was repeated four or five times, and there were more than 10 iron chains connecting the two sides of the strait.

The amount of work to lay the iron plate and weld the iron bridge was expected to be carried out in the middle of the night, and Anduin was not in a hurry, so he continued to chat with Boromir in the middle of the night.

The goblin merchant in flip-flops took the freshly fried peanuts with his chopsticks and said to the commander of Minas Tirith City: "War is a continuation of politics, do you understand, let me ask you, who is the boss behind Saruman?"

Boromir was stunned when he heard this, and replied hesitantly: "So, Sauron?"

"Congratulations, you got it right~"

Anduin's tone was still so annoying, and he said amiably like a kindergarten teacher praising a child for winning the "Quiet Nap Baby Award", "So Sauron, what is his purpose?"

Boromir was a little dazed, and the rough man looked through the peeping grooves in the fortifications, looked at the biochemical weapons outside the city wall, and was reflected by the torches, and said, "Is it to conquer Middle-earth and make all the intelligent races his slaves?"

"Well, you're right again," Anduin said with a smile, "Look, the Demon Lord Sauron, is he the leader of the evil forces, and is Saruman equal to his worker—if you can easily understand it, Saruman is the long-term worker of the Sauron family." ”

"Yes?" replied Boromir, uncertain.

"So, since Saruman has single-handedly destroyed the Kingdom of Rohan, how can he continue to achieve the great feat of destroying the Kingdom of Gondor, which is overwhelming his own boss? ”

Boromir was stunned when he heard this, he only felt that his mouth was dry, and a sense of absurdity suddenly came to his heart, "Mr. Anduin, you mean..... Saruman doesn't want to take Gondor?"

"Hehe, I didn't say that, it would be more accurate to say that he didn't want to take Gondor so soon. ”

The goblin merchant burped and poured the remaining hops from the glass into his mouth rather stingily, "At least until Mordor's army has attacked, Saruman will continue to attack the city slowly—you see, it is better to give the credit for the destruction of the human kingdom to Sauron himself." ”

Boromir stepped out of the fortifications, looked down at the lowly, terrified citizens below, and said with great sorrow: "Are our efforts, our sacrifices, in their eyes, only political bargaining chips to be exchanged?"

"Don't think too highly of yourself," Anduin's voice suddenly became cold, "I'm afraid that in the eyes of that demon king who was once a god, you are not even worth it as a bargaining chip. ”

Before Boromir could speak, the goblin merchant smiled and said, "You see, according to the information from the drone, the evil forces gathered in Mordor are probably more powerful than Saruman's army. An army of this size may be able to perfectly defeat all the rebels in Middle-earth. ”

After all, before the formation of thermal weapons was equipped, the army strengthened by the power of Mordor could still rely on the advantage of the sea of people to drown out the sandcastle-like recalcitrant resistants.

“...... I see," Boromir closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a sign of fortitude in them, "perhaps in front of Saruman and Sauron, Minas Tirith is just a mantis arm for a chariot and a mayfly shaking a tree. ”

He paused for a moment, thinking of those ordinary people who could stand up in the face of national disasters.

They may not have the consciousness of turning the tide and saving the building from the future, the recognition of the unity of the family and the country, the illustrious coat of arms embroidered on the pennant, and the aristocratic honor imprinted in the blood.

However, it is these ignorant and stupid people who stand in the front line with their weak and deceitful flesh and blood.

Boromir was silent for a long time, his fingers holding the phone bug had turned white, and he said bitterly: "But I will not take a step back. ”

Tsk, so this kind of barbarian who is full of honor, people, and justice in his mind is the most annoying, and he walks to the end one by one, and he doesn't care at all that the sharp thorns will cut the skin, and the rough sand and gravel will scratch his toes, and he will only bury his head and hit the south wall and not return.

Anduin pursed his lips and set the tone for the conversation, "I admire and despise your stubbornness at the same time, Monsieur Boromir. ”

The phone hung up, and the cold, moonlit corkscrew opened the last bottle of beer, and the wheat-scented hops poured out, splashing to the ground and the foam disappearing in an instant.