"The advent of gunpowder weapons fundamentally announced the end of the age of knighthood. The earth-made fortress crumbles silently, and the farmers who rely on it as a barrier are driven by the whip to join the irresistible torrent of change, becoming gray cattle with no future and no direction. ”

Andu stood with his hands in his hands, his clothes dancing violently in the wind, and the whole goblin revealed an indescribable transcendent bearing, as if he would rise out of thin air in the next second, and he would become an immortal.

The green-skinned goblin looked solemn and said slowly: "And the feudal landlords who connived at the lethal force of the proletariat are about to face the awakened ones who have stood up after the devastation of war. ”

"Let's see that in the future, Middle-earth will be the world of red flags!"

With a categorical and unclear meaning, the goblin turned over and sat back in the passenger seat of the speeding off-road vehicle, picked up the still warm meat steak bento under the glass baffle, and chewed it.

The Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle passes through the shadow of the longing trees, and the powerful shock absorption system makes those fine gravel have no ability to shake the numb buttocks.

"Hmm... This wild boar is a little firewood and a little fishy, your Rivendell pig farm should have started earlier, this kind of wild boar has not been castrated, unless it is hard to cover up the smell, otherwise it is always difficult to swallow. ”

The goblin merchant retched pretentiously, threw the steak lunch box out of the car window, and let the soup and water splash on the green grass by the roadside under the action of inertia.

The corner of Groffindel's eyes twitched, and he said helplessly, "Mr. Anduin, don't complain, after all, this is a time of war, and we have to hurry to support Gondor." This wild boar was caught by King Elon's beloved daughter, Awen, with the Gestapo. ”

Anduin was also taken aback when he heard this, "What? Gestapo?"

"Well, what's wrong?" said Groffindelle, who was driving an SUV, "It's just a volunteer association of young people, who occasionally help with the army's affairs and cooking." ”

"Hehe, nothing. Anduin complained speechlessly: "Is there a mustache named Adolf in this Gestapo?"

"Well, you know that?" said Groffindelle, raising his eyebrows, "Adolf is my distant cousin by generation, and he is a wonderful lad who loves art, especially painting. At the beginning of the preparations for the new army, he wrote to King Elon asking to join the army, and now he is an officer. It's just that some of his 'elveism' doesn't like me very much. ”

“..... I'm now a little skeptical that the prototype of the Fagon Forest is the Compiègne station. Anduin sighed, snapped his fingers, pulled out an eight-inch cheese pizza from mid-air, and poked his fork into his lunch.

The motorized army marched very quickly, and the delicate and expensive pack horses, which were fed with food and grass, encountered little difficulty except for the help of the engineer regiment on some special ground.

Dark green troop carriers drove across the plains and wilderness, crossed the mountains, crossed the streams and rivers, and left their homeland to fight a just war in a distant human kingdom in the long and gentle songs of the elven soldiers.

Perhaps a certain philosopher pretended to say in a profound way when he did not bring paper in the toilet: "There is never a distinction between justice in war, and any war plan based on the path of survival and development of the people should be considered morally correct." ”

This kind of talk may be touted by some elites and morals on the Internet forums of the 21st century, but in a land like Middle-earth, those who say it may face a naked gallows....

The hatred of the orcs, the orcs, and even the wandering tribes from the wilderness has been deeply imprinted in the hearts of the orderly camp, and it is definitely not a hatred that can be erased by the shouts of Gandalf and his ilk—in fact, this old man is probably also a 10% racist, and will be a target of criticism in the future.

Anduin could already predict that if the Lord of the Rings (Meow) battle was won by elves, dwarves, and humans, what a miserable situation those races that depended on Mordor would fall into.

The orderly forces that have mastered the guns will probably tear off their hypocrisy at the first time, and first chop down the noisy orc miscellaneous pieces, and send them all to the incinerator, or the "labor makes people free" reform camp, which is the best.

At that time, maybe there will be the half-orc prisoner of war who digs coal, who can roar: "Orcs will never be slaves", and it is still unknown to hit the White House with a spear in hand....

Thinking of this, Anduin also smiled, this kind of feeling of reversing the trajectory of social development with powerful power and rounding and flattening a nation and country is really good, which can be compared to the kind of high-end club in which the professional lady of Dongguan can play cosplay.

However, Groffindelle, who didn't know what Anduin was thinking, was still honestly acting as a driver, skillfully driving over a cute rabbit standing stupidly in the middle of the road and unable to walk, without even slowing down, allowing the blurred flesh to stick to the wheels.

The fact that this blonde elf is a small leader of the good and orderly camp is completely indiscerning.

"If we had to rotate the drivers and stay up all night, we would have arrived at Minas Tyrix tomorrow. ”

After a moment of silence, Groffindelle, now General of the Army in Rivendell, said to himself worriedly, "I don't know if they can hold on." ”

"I'm afraid it's difficult," the goblin merchant pouted rather disdainfully, and said, "If it's Aragorn who is in command in ***, he might be able to hold on, but what about Boromir's kid..... Enough to choke. ”

"Well, why do you say that?" asked Grofendale curiously, "I think Boromir is a very good general, whether it is the command of the cavalry, or the morale of the army, and the garrison of the city, it is of a first-class level." ”

Anduin sneered and said: "That's all from the age of knights, relying on the towering and strong city walls, maybe Boromir can fight a protracted battle to defend the city in the era of cold weapons, but Saruman's army ..... It is precisely not to be judged by common sense. ”

Glorfindel's eyes froze, and he slowly spoke, "Licker..... And abomination. ”

"That's right," Anduin snapped his fingers, his gaze as deep as the Bo Gujing, "if Borromir can come up with a way to stop the Lickers from climbing the walls and the Abomination from approaching the gates, I'm afraid there's still a chance." ”

But could the defenders of Gondor, who had only been able to touch their guns for a few days, really take advantage of their guns and hold out in the arduous siege of the city?

There was no one to answer the question, except for the slanting rays of the evening sunset, which shrouded the barren and barren hills in the distance like golden waves of wheat.