The deafening noise of artillery fire broke the evening silence of Minas Tirith.

"Put!"

Columns of heavy howitzers, under Anduin's command, rained thousands of pounds of shells on Saruman's army.

The flames lit up in an instant, the air was torn into visible ripples, and the poor orc soldier had no time to scream in terror before his body was torn apart by the impact.

General Wugulu was very fortunate that when the first round of artillery fire was fired, he was sitting in the watchtower of the city wall, enjoying today's share of tobacco leaves.

The loud bang made his hands shake, and the cigarette with the fire fell into the loose *** along the gap, and the soft and dry black hair immediately burned, and a scene of "charcoal roasted bird" was staged on the spot, which made Wu Gulu cry out in pain.

"General, General!"

A strong orc officer with yellow soup dripping from his pants rushed through the door, his expression a little distorted and funny because of fear, "Spirit, elves, they're coming!"

"Niang Xipi!" Wugu Lu's eyes widened, he reached out and put his hand into ***, and took out a handful of black hair in the frightened eyes of his subordinates, "Let's go, go find Lord Saruman." ”

At this moment, the white-robed wizard was standing on the makeshift mage tower, looking down at the orderly and huge elven army in the distance.

Through the effect of Eagle Eye, he could see clearly the stupid and rough barrels of artillery, the elven officer who was writing and drawing with a shelling ruler, and the goblin merchant with a strange and unfit style of painting.

“..... Interesting. ”

Saruman sneered, unaware that his army was being ravaged by artillery fire, fleeing like flies.

Bang! The wooden gate of the Mage Tower was forcibly pushed open, and the black bone Lu who was still wearing the big white pants rushed in, opening his mouth and shouting, "Lord Saruman, the elves' weapons are too sharp, what should we do?"

The corners of Saruman's eyes twitched, and he scolded: "What should I do? You are a general, what should you tell me?"

Wu Gu Lu Nene was speechless, and held back for a long time under the background music of artillery fire, and then he said in a low voice: "Let's run?"

"Run your mother's foot. Saruman rolled his eyes and scolded, "Abandon the city, and when the elves take over the city, you tell me how to defeat Minas Tirith?"

"Ah..... Shall we fight then?"

Wu Gulu hesitated, just now he ran to the mage tower, but he saw with his own eyes those dense cannon pits, rising columnar smoke clouds, and miserable death of the strong orc big head soldier.

The sharpness of the elves' weapons is by no means comparable to that of the strong orcs. Wu Gulu chewed on this long-prepared sentence in his heart, and looked at Saruman with a wincing.

Sensing the fear of his subordinates, Saruman had no choice but to use his staff to light it on the ground and order: "You take the strong orc soldiers stationed outside the city to hide in the city wall, and I will let the phalanx of abomination cover you." As for the lickers, I have other uses. ”

"Yes. ”

As soon as he heard that there was no need to brave the artillery fire to charge desperately, the black bone Lu was overjoyed, solemnly accepted the order, and went down to the outside of the city to command the strong orc soldiers to hide inside the city wall.

Anduin put down the binoculars in his hand and said quite unhappily: "Tsk, it's quite cunning, I know that the accuracy of this kind of artillery fire is not enough, so I specially hide in the city wall, so that we are afraid of hurting the friendly troops in the inner city, and we dare not bomb it." ”

"This Saruman is also cunning, and he specially arranged the military formation extremely loosely, and it is estimated that he got the artillery information from somewhere, and specially guarded against it. ”

Grofendale was also silent, the first round of artillery consumed only a small part of the strong orc soldiers, and those abominations and lickers hid in the city, not harming the roots.

A young elf with a mustache suddenly stood up among the surrounding officers, and said to the goblin merchant in a deep voice: "The range of artillery is much longer than that of trebuchets, Mr. Anduin, why don't we go one step further and surround Minas Tirith in groups, and then use light artillery to erode the walls and slowly wear away at them?"

Groffindel frowned in contemplation, rubbing his beardless chin carefully, feeling left and right that this suggestion was wrong.

The bearded elven officer, on the other hand, did not change his face, and solemnly waited for the goblin's answer, "Mr. Anduin, there is no time to wait for the war. ”

"Huh?" Anduin turned around, looked at him, and said lukewarmly, "You kid is very poisonous....."

"???" The mustachioed officer's face stiffened, but he quickly covered it up, and asked with a pretended puzzled frown: "What you said, I am dedicated to fighting for the national united front against Sauron, how can I become a vicious person..."

Before he could finish speaking, Anduin interrupted him with a sneer and said, "If I'm not mistaken, what should you be called, Bonapart, right?"

The mustachioed officer swallowed and said, "That's right, in Lower Adolf Bonaparte, the son of Alexander Bonaparte and Catherine Bonama, now serves as the commander of the second battalion of the Rivendell Artillery Regiment. ”

With that, he glanced imperceptibly at Glover Dell, who presumably sensed something and glared at him fiercely.

Groffindelle bent over to Anduin's side with some embarrassment and said, "Mr. Anduin, this is my distant cousin....."

"What, this is your relative who is the Gestapo?"

“.... That's right. Glorfindale touched his nose and said with a sneer: "He is only in his eighties this year, and he is not sensible, so you can just let him go." ”

"Gan, you long-eared people are always involved in nepotism," Anduin rolled his eyes, snapped his fingers, motioned to the left and right guards, and said, "Mr. Adolphus drank yesterday and talked nonsense, and you guys invited him to the rear to wake up at the bar." ”

The tall elven guard seemed to be humming two generals, and with a philosophical smile on the corner of his mouth, he set up the angry Adolf,

"Wait! I don't accept it!" the bearded second battalion commander's eyes widened, and strength erupted from his thin body, and he broke free of the restraints.

"Why are you dragging me away? I'm fighting for the anti-Sauron national united front, and I'm selfless!"

When the other young elves heard this, they couldn't help but show a little indignation on their faces, and they all opened their eyes for Adolf, and said in a gossipy voice: "Yes, Mr. Anduin, Adolf is my colleague, and he is by no means the kind of villain who hides evil intentions. ”

"That's right, Adolf is one of the founders of the Gestapo and one of the Ten Outstanding Young Men of Rivendell, and you can't say anything about him being so humiliated. ”

"Mr. Anduin, please give me an explanation!"

Grofendale's face was already full of anger, he stepped forward, pulled out the long sword at his waist at the elves who surrounded him, and scolded loudly: "Question the sir, there is no military discipline, do you want to rebel?"

The elves were taken aback, but they still mustered up the courage to say, "We have no objections, we are just holding grievances for Adolf." ”

When the bearded officer heard this, his eyes were full of emotion, and he stepped forward and said, "Mr. Anduin, do you see, this is the power of unity. ”

"It's good to be united and fight for the sake of your peers"

Anduin stepped forward in a gentle voice, brushed aside Grofendale's long knife, and said to the elves, "Adolf's proposal to slowly erode the walls with light artillery is probably intended to wait for Saruman's army to be almost oppressed, and he will not dare to go out of the city to meet the enemy, so he will only rush into the inner city to engage the defenders of Gondor.

Minas Tirith has been fighting all these days, and there is no supply, and he is almost out of ammunition and food, and Saruman's army can be slaughtered without much effort.

At that time, without the shackles of 'allies', it is a great opportunity for Rivendell's artillery to succeed, and it is also a smooth road for Adolf, as the commander of the second battalion, to make contributions and rise to the top, isn't it?

Moreover, when the humans of Gondor are dead, won't the elves take advantage of the situation to occupy a large vacant territory? Mr. Adolf, who is a spiritist and a small advocate of racism, must be happy to see this. ”

Every word was chiseled into Adolf's heart like an iron nail, and by the time the goblin finished speaking, he was already miserable and speechless.

"Drag it off. ”

The goblin merchant looked around faintly, and the elven soldiers lowered their heads, not daring to look directly into his gaze.