Big Panda Boss

Approaching noon, a large group of people burst out of the gate that Minas Tirith had just repaired.

This stream of people split into two as soon as it left the city. One was scattered along the mountain range to the north and fleeing, and the other was riding a large group of horses to the south.

Mordor's army detected Minas Tirith's change, and was about to react. Suddenly, Chen Fan carried the hammer and walked to the front of them, looking for a small **** a hundred steps away, and sat down. , And then took out the wine gourd and drank the wine while basking in the sun.

The overcast wind blew past Mordor's army, like an enemy, without a trace of noise.

Several ring spirits and a group of blood evil ghouls flew out and stared at the extremely arrogant Chen Fan, but did not dare to step out of the shadows.

"Yawn!" Chen Fan yawned and glanced sideways, making several ring spirits subconsciously step back.

Chen Fan stretched out his hand and took out a piece of barbecue in his bag and gnawed. The hundreds of thousands of Mordor army from a hundred steps away stared at him but did not dare to cross the Lei Chi.

Suddenly, a blood shadow condensed into a human form out of thin air and appeared before the formation.

Chen Fan glanced at it and said with a light smile: "Finally dare to show up? I thought you didn't dare to show your face anymore!"

The female ghost stared at him coldly and said: "Do you really take me not to kill you?"

"Oh, when I'm scared? If you dare to kill me, I'll take you to the back." Chen Fan arrogantly took out the double sacred card and swayed, arrogantly: "But if you want to play, I will stay with you to the end. , But only if you follow the rules of the game."

The female Yun was full of blood, and she dropped the sentence "Okay! I will play with you to the end!" and disappeared without a trace.

"Tsk tut! Silly girl!" Chen Fan tut exclaimed that it would be great to have a saint as a backer, and continued to drink and eat meat on its own.

How did Chen Fan sit in front of hundreds of thousands of enemy troops, drinking and eating meat, like a traveler out of the city, he didn't get up until dusk and patted his butt, grinning grinningly at the ring spirits and blood evil corpses: "Tonight Your souls full of fear and despair will be the supper I look forward to most."

Chen Fan licked the corner of his mouth, turned and left with a hammer on his back.

The Mordor army is dead...

Night came as scheduled, and Mordor's army rushed to the city again like a tide.

There was no scolding before the battle, the two sides set up the battle and started the fight directly.

One by one, the slings passed by in the night sky, falling into the opponent's position and setting off patches of blood.

Chen Fan changed his weapon and stood on the head of the city, looking up at the night sky, searching for something.

"How sure are you?" Gandalf asked.

"Five percent!" Chen Fan said with deep eyes.

Gandalf swallowed when he was talking, and changed his words: "It's up to you whether Minas Tirith can survive tonight."

"The show just started." Chen Fan licked the corners of his mouth, and Gandalf, who was standing beside him, felt a bit of coldness inexplicably.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!" The low roar resounded in the Mordor army again.

Chen Fan stared at the past and saw a small siege vehicle being pushed to the front, but the weird thing was that these siege vehicles had neither hammers nor artillery. They were simply four wheels installed under a large wooden box. Three or four half-orcs undead soldiers can easily push and charge.

"What are those things?" Chen Fan asked.

Gandalf shook his head and said, "I have never seen it before."

"Let me see what the other party is doing again!" Chen Fan turned and picked up a spear from the weapon rack, then stepped back a few steps, and a charge accelerated and threw it out.

The spinning spear was like a missile, and it shot a siege vehicle away with a bang, and immediately scattered the big sacks inside.

"What are those?" Gandalf was confused.

Chen Fan suddenly thought of something, and immediately shouted: "The archer used rockets to attack the small siege vehicles. Don't let them get close to the wall!"

For example, a rain of locust arrows was like a meteor that struck the night sky and fell into the Mordor army. Many shots missed, but many hit the siege vehicles.

I saw the nearby half-orcs and undead soldiers rushed forward frantically to extinguish the rockets. Some were extinguished in time, but some failed...

Rumble!

A siege vehicle ignited by a rocket exploded in an instant, and the huge fireball lit up the entire battlefield.

Gandalf was dumbfounded and said, "Isn't this the explosive potion that Saruman smashed?! The walls of the Valley of the Helm were destroyed by these explosive potions!"

There is no need for Chen Fan's reminder, the archers on the city head fired a puff of arrows, regardless of physical exertion, to prevent the self-explosive siege vehicles from approaching the wall.

As several self-explosive siege vehicles were shot, Mordor immediately made improvements, and directly let the half-orc undead soldiers **** the self-destructive siege vehicles forward with their shields as a human wall.

There were even many undead soldiers rushing to the city gate carrying bags of gunpowder directly.

Such a desperate style of play may only be done by the undead who are not afraid of death.

"Gandalf, present our carefully prepared gift to our guests!" Chen Fan said harshly.

"Is it too early?" Gandalf hesitated.

"I don't care about that much." Chen Fan said solemnly: "Even if we can't hold the whole city in the end, we must stick to it until midnight!"

"Okay!" Gandalf nodded, turned and ordered: "Stone thrower and oil tank!"

Immediately, I saw large earthenware pots being placed in the throwing nets of stone throwers, and then thrown high.

"Huh! You have Zhang Liangji, I have a wall ladder! See how many tricks you have!" Chen Fan sneered.

I saw the big earthenware pots that were flying across the night sky crackling and falling into the Mordor army, splashing and splashing out a mixture of water and oil...

A rain of flame arrows followed!

In an instant, the Mordor army turned into a sea of ​​flames.

What's even worse is that there are many self-destructed siege vehicles and self-destructed infantry!

For a time~www.ltnovel.com~ A gorgeous firework show was staged outside Minas Tirith.

The conspiracy that the Mordor army had meticulously prepared for a day was so easily cracked that the momentum of the offensive was blocked by the fire.

If this were to be replaced by another army, the soldiers might have fallen sharply and the army would have lost their heart. However, the impact on the undead army with ‘constant morale’ would be minimal.

When the flames were gradually extinguished, the Mordor army immediately organized a new offensive.

This time, they stopped playing yin and made it clear that the battle was going on.

One after another, the catapults were pushed forward frantically on the top of the implementation Feisha, and then bags of explosives were placed in the shooting basket and projected directly onto the city.

Obviously a few days ago, it was still a magical medieval world, but now there is a war of hot weapons.

It can only be said that war is really a catalyst for civilization, and even gods cannot stop the trend of history.