"Heavy blockade that watchtower!"

"Where's the ammo?

"Crawl in, those monsters crawl in!"

The wails, the cries of pain, the roars, and the indescribable hissing roar all burrowed into Boromir's cochlea.

He was standing on the inside of the city wall, at the apex of a tower, his thick and heavy Maxim machine gun in his hand, firing downward.

Dragon-like chains of bullets cut through butter like hot knives, carving visible bullet holes in the lickers that climbed up the walls of Minas Tirith.

But under the city gate, a whole five burly and non-humanoid abominations had already rushed over with several people carrying the thick logs that were hugging each other, acting as siege rams.

Under the female wall, Malfurion, as the captain of the elven transport brigade, also led his team to participate in the city defense battle of Minas Tirith.

"Don't let the abomination come near the gates!"

Malfurion's face sank, and through the deliberately left horizontal groove in the female wall, he poked the muzzle of the rifle out, and slammed the bullet around the abomination.

These slots were originally intended to facilitate archers to fire arrows, but they are not bad for placing fire points at the moment.

The muzzle of the gun spewed flames, and under Malfurion's powerful dynamic vision, the bullet pierced through the heavy armor of the abomination and struck the unprotected neck.

"Roar!"

The giant alien roared, and one of the eight iron nails on its back suddenly popped out, and the evil and treacherous sorcery energy quickly acted on the wound of the abomination, and the twisted and swirling flesh buds tangled together and filled the neck of the abomination.

Damn! Minas Tirith's firepower was still too weak, and the city's defenses, which were originally designed for cold weapon warfare, did not provide a good room for firearms, and he could watch as Abomination slammed into Minas Tirith's gates with a log.

Rumble!

Sawdust flew and the Gondor soldiers inside the gate with wooden triangular brackets against the gate flew sideways in unison, slumping backwards like dominoes.

Unstoppable.

Malfurion's face did not change, and he turned to his elven companion and said, "Let's retreat, go to the inner city, the defense line here can no longer hold on." ”

A young elven soldier said timidly, "However, there are still Gondor's allies on the walls.....

"Only by preserving as much strength as possible can we achieve ultimate victory. ”

Malfurion shouted coldly, "Let's go." ”

At the same time, the walls were splattered with flesh and blood, and the air was filled with a bitter smell of rust, with a rotten stench that seemed to come from under the Nine Shadows.

"My lord, watch the back!"

The guard beside him shouted, pulled out the Wang Ba box from his waist, pulled the trigger, and the copper bullet swirled and hit the head of a strong orc soldier who climbed the city wall with his hook and claws.

As if a pumpkin had been smashed by a hammer, the strong orc's head exploded in an instant, and the burly body staggered forward weakly, and then fell to the ground.

However, at this time, dozens of strong orc soldiers had already flown over with their hooks and long knives in hand.

"I'm stepping on the social security!" Boromir roared, wielding his machine gun and pouring bullets on the orcs.

With little need to aim, the exaggerated rate of fire of the Maxim machine gun and the astonishing effect of the chain reload only swept so casually to beat all the strong orc soldiers into a sieve.

"My lord, let's evacuate too, the outer city can't hold it!"

The guard smiled bitterly and pointed at the strong orc soldiers who were constantly climbing up like ants, "There are too many, there are too many of these monsters." ”

Boromir opened his eyes and saw that the tower he was in was the last stronghold of the outermost wall that could still resist, and the other soldiers on this layer of the wall were either slaughtered or covered each other and withdrew to the inner city.

The corpses of all kinds of deaths and races were almost spread out on the city wall into a carpet of flesh and blood, and the bullets with the residual warmth rolled on the ground and slid into a pool of blood.

The iron-clad orcs had already stepped on the walls, roaring wildly, chanting in murky orc language, pointing their butcher knives diagonally at the sky.

Sitting on the wolf, the black bone Lu looked at the city wall, laughed, and obediently leaned under the white-robed wizard's chariot, and said, "Lord Saruman, we have successfully captured the outer city!"

"Well done. Saruman Gujing praised him, looked at the drowsy sun, and ordered lukewarmly: "So be it today, you let the soldiers guard the outer city, and then continue the attack tomorrow." ”

"What, what?" said in disbelief, "Minas Tirith's defenders are exhausted, continue to attack at this time, we can obviously capture the inner city and enter the palace of Gondor....."

"Hmm, do you have any questions?" Saruman opened his eyes slightly and ignored his orc general, "Or do you think there is something wrong with my command?"

The suffocating pressure subsided suddenly, and the black bone Lu only felt that the cold hairs around his body exploded, and the limbs and bones could no longer be controlled by themselves.

"No, no. The murderous orc general nodded like garlic and stammered, "I will give the order to go down and suspend the siege." ”

"Hmm. Saruman sneered, and tapped his scepter on the ground to signal him to stand down.

It's not time to take Gondor completely..... The white-robed wizard looked indifferently at the smoke wafting over the magnificent city in the distance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Boromir in the tower was ready for sacrifice, he drew his sword at his waist and threw Makqin to the ground, shattering it into sparse pieces.

"If you can kill a strong orc, kill one. ”

The Prince Regent's son smiled miserably and accepted his fate.

"Strong orcs, they seem to have retreated?!"

The guards exclaimed in disbelief, and everyone in the tower looked in disbelief, only to see that the strong orcs on the city wall had a long and wild horn outside the city, and they reluctantly gave up the operation of continuing to pursue the remnants of Gondor's defeated generals.

Instead, he honestly began to sort out the corpses piled up on the outer city wall.

"Why don't they attack?"

A guard whispered, "Obviously, the advantage is so big.....

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

An older middle-aged guard shuddered on his head, turned to Boromir and asked, "My lord, what are we going to do?"

Boromir frowned and pondered, then clenched his fists and said: "There is no point in holding on here any longer, everyone has their equipment ready, and we will also withdraw to the inner city." ”

Although they were ready to sacrifice, after hearing Boromir say this, the guards still let out a sigh of relief, not daring to arouse the hostility of the strong orcs, hastily wrapped up the guns and ammunition on their bodies, and entered the inner city along the secret passage of the tower.

Strange, why didn't the orcs go on the attack? The lickers could have continued to climb the inner city, while the abomination was the one who served as a fortress in the narrow street fighting....

Boromir's eyes gleamed in the sparse torches, and he was silent, tightening the spear he carried at his waist.

Forget it, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, the left and right are unable to escape the battle, there is a complex terrain of the inner city, just enough to set up a lot of fire anchors, but also to block the pace of local progress.

"I just don't know when Rivendell's reinforcements will arrive......"