Outside the Chen Bing Valley of the Essinger coalition, due to low morale, they stood still that day and still did not move the next day. It was not until dusk on the third day that cannon fodder troops were sent for a test attack.
Dunlanders!
This lazy and indolent bandit is a human race, but he took refuge in Isengard when the war started. He became Saruman's pawn and raised a butcher's knife against his compatriots.
Just like Gimli said, these unlucky guys ruined their retribution.
The food and grass consumed by the 30,000 orc coalition forces every day is an astronomical figure, and they have no pleasure at all. Even if Saruman sold his white robes, he could not afford to feed these guys who were reincarnated as starving ghosts.
Where did that ration come from?
The walking Dunlanders became rations and were eaten raw!
The Dunlanders dared not speak out, so they called for a battle and captured the Horn Keep. Once they captured it, the orcs' rations would become the Rohirrim. If they couldn't capture it, they could die happily. It was better than being eaten alive by the orcs.
4,000 Dunlanders stormed a city with 2,000 defenders, and the Hornburg had never been captured before. The odds of winning were not great, but the orc commander agreed.
In a trial attack, the commander wanted to see if he could attack the city. If he could, he would send Saruman's city-breaking magic weapon.
"Uuuuuuu——"
The desolate horn sounded, and the Dunlanders raised their shields and charged toward the slope in front of the gate of Horn Castle and the deep creek wall at the same time.
The attack begins!
The kerosene in the valley was not ignited. There were only 4,000 Dunlanders. It would be a waste to use kerosene on them.
"Fire the arrow!"
"Free Fire!"
The Rohan defenders began to counterattack, and the stored logs and boulders were not moved for the time being. Continuous arrows fell, killing the Dunlanders one after another under the city.
The long siege ladder was set up high, and the Denlanders dropped their shields and climbed up the long ladder towards the city wall as if they were desperate.
There were more than twenty long ladders and the defenders were raining arrows, but they still couldn't stop the Denlanders from coming up. In the direction of the castle gate, the Denlanders used thick tree trunks as battering rams, held their shields high to block falling rocks and arrows, and penetrated into the castle little by little.
Russell took out his two-gun sand eagle and fired rapidly to shatter the long ladder on the city wall. He then rewarded the enemy who tried to break through the door with magic bullets with huge destructive power.
He doesn't plan to use the card anymore. In the next battle, he will slowly give up the dominance to the Rohan people, and occasionally increase his strength until Gandalf leads the tree reinforcements.
Only by experiencing the baptism of blood and fire can we establish the belief of invincibility. Only after the rise of mankind will the glory be longer and more dazzling!
He believed that this was what Gandalf thought. Maybe the old man had already arrived. He would wait until the Horn Castle was in danger and the people of Rohan were completely united before he showed up.
The killing was carried out in an orderly manner. The Denlanders were blocked from attacking the city and suffered extremely heavy casualties. They began to withdraw slowly and thought of retreating.
"Uuuuuuu——"
The horn of charge sounded again, this time from outside the valley. Along with the dull sound of war drums, the torrent of black phalanx slowly came from a distance.
The huge number made the defenders extremely depressed, and they roared involuntarily, dispelling their inner fear and demonstrating against the enemy.
The dense orcs marched forward, blocking the Dunlanders who were trying to escape, forcing them to continue charging. Anyone who disobeyed would have their heads cut off on the spot with their swords.
On the wall of Shenxi River, a row of defenders set up their bows and arrows, pointing to the sky in the distance. The arrows ignited flames and were thrown out just after an order was given.
Russell, Aragorn and Legolas each hold a longbow. Legolas shoots the most accurately, Russell shoots the farthest, and Aragorn... er, the fastest?
Aragorn: "..."
"put!"
At the command, the bowstring vibrated, and dozens of arrows were shot from a distance, half of which landed in the area doused with kerosene. Scattered flames were ignited, the fire spread, and in an instant they became one. The red sea of fire separated the orc array, and the sounds of screams could be heard endlessly.
Apart from the corpses of orcs, there was no other combustible material in the valley, and the amount of kerosene was insufficient, so the fire seemed to spread hundreds of meters, and not many unlucky people were actually burned to death.
But this fire once again dampened the morale of the orc army, and the fear that had only been suppressed for three days came to mind again, and the neat military formation began to waver.
Click! Click, click, click
The biting cold wind whipped up, and the red sea of fire was frozen by the frost to create a spacious passage. Three Nazgul rode nightmares out of the sea of fire, with white mist floating in the long swords in their hands.
Russell narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand to his mouth and whistled, then stocked up the ingredients and jumped over the city wall to his side.
"I'll hold off the Ringwraiths, and I'll leave it to you to defend the city."
Russell climbed up the door, shook the reins of the nightmare and rushed down the vertical wall. Seeing this, the soldiers blocking the way spontaneously dispersed to both sides.
【Ding】
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Neither the Denlanders nor the Orcs dared to provoke Russell, the evil star. Many people even subconsciously lowered their weapons when he passed by. These people had already been conquered.
With the Peerless Blade in hand, Russell raised the tip of his spear and pointed it at the three Ringwraiths. He raised his chin slightly and showed disdain in his nostrils: "A one-on-one fight, or a three-on-one fight in a group?"
The three Nazgul remained silent and rode up at the same time, choosing a three-on-one duel.
It is impossible for a group fight to be a group fight. Can the incident involving the Nazgul be called a group fight?
Seeing the three Nazgul riding their horses, Russell snorted coldly: "Shameless people, holding knight swords, but without any chivalry."
After that, he raised the Peerless Blade high, shouted "Watch the gun", pulled out the Sand Eagle, and fired a series of high-speed bullets, beating the three Nazgul into sieves.
There's nothing to be embarrassed about, it's just a shameless three-on-one attack on the other side!
The magic bullets caused limited damage to the Nazgul. The three of them were beaten into a hornet's nest, and black mist overflowed from the wounds, which were repaired by themselves.
Russell only frowned when he saw this. The Sand Eagle continued to pour magic bullets, forcing the two Nazguls to be unable to charge. He charged with the Nightmare, sweeping across with the peerless blade, cutting the last Nazgul into two pieces together with the long sword. .
"Hey, have you become weaker?"
…
The orc army silently dispersed to both sides, not daring to disturb the battle between Russell and the Nazgul. They jumped over the sea of fire and urged the Dunlanders to die, and followed behind to charge towards the Horn Keep.
The second attack!
At this time, Aragorn and Éomer were stationed at Deepwall, and found the castle gates hanging precariously from the siege. Gather some soldiers, and under the cover of the archers, rush out from the north side door of the castle, follow the city wall to the slope of the gate, and chop melons and vegetables at the orcs.
Aragorn, Gimli, and Boromir had been eating and drinking with Russell for a while. Their physical fitness was astonishing. The armor and shields of the strong orcs were like paper in front of them. Aragorn holds the holy sword, which has the most powerful attack power. Every time he swings the sword, it is accompanied by a roar of energy, and the autumn wind is as unstoppable as sweeping fallen leaves.
