Minas Tirith, built by Anarian (2nd King of Gondor) in 3320 AD. After the Great Plague, in 1640 the Third Age, Tarondor (the 28th King of Gondor) moved his capital here. In 1900, Kalimetta (the 31st King of Gondor) built the city's famous White Tower. In 2043, Erno (the 34th King of Gondor) renamed it Minas Tirith.

Minas Tirith is a cascade city built on a hill with the White Mountains in its backdrop, and the famous white trees are planted on the highest level of Minas Tirith. Minas Tirith was very well defended.

The army of Gondor, led by Boromo and Faramir, was besieged by a powerful orc legion, and retreated.

And Mordor's doors are still open, and there is still a steady stream of orcs continuing to reinforce them.

"Bolomo, we must retreat to Minas Tirith, we will be wiped out if we continue to do so!!"

On the battlefield, Gondor's army had already suffered more than half of its casualties, and Farramor pulled on Boromo's sleeve to persuade him.

"No, we need to buy time for reinforcements, even if our 13 are sacrificed, we have to slow down the pace of the attack of the orc army, behind us is our last city, we have no way to retreat!!"

Boromo again vetoed Faramir's proposal.

Syllable!! Bang....

It turned out that it was Faramir who knocked Boromo unconscious with a scabbard, turned to Gandalf and said:

"My father has always felt that my brother is a suitable heir to the prime minister, and I think too, since Gondor's safety is at the last moment, I am willing to take his place here to direct the battle until the last man left!! Gandalf, I beg you to bring my brother Boromo back to Minas Tirith!! Others, follow me and continue to strengthen the defense!! "

Looking at Faramir's distant figure, Gandalf sighed slightly, at this time, Boromo was indeed more stable than Faramor, and Gondor really needed Boromo.

Gandalf left with the fainting Boromo, leaving Faramir alone with the remaining Gondor.

A day later, Faramir's horse, carrying a mortally wounded and dying, returned to Minas Tirith.

"Faramir!! Faramir quick, open the gates! "

Boromo had already woken up yesterday and knew about the decision made by Faramir, he didn't say anything, but immediately gathered all the remaining strong men and soldiers of Minas Tirith, strengthened the fortifications, repaired the city wall, and directly moved the inhabitants at the bottom close to the city wall to the upper level of Minas Tirith, and to a certain extent, the wall was cleared.

I didn't expect that today, I could only welcome the return of the seriously injured and dying Faramor.

"Quick, find him a doctor, save him!!"

Boromo roared loudly, at this time, he had no more sorrow, if Minas Tirith fell, Gondor and Middle-earth would fall.

"Big.... Eldest brother.... The orc army is coming....."

Faramour's red, coagulated blood flowed again, and he struggled to pull Boromo tightly.

"The nine undead monsters of Mordor have also appeared...."

"Ringing spirits? Don't worry, we don't, dare to come, I'll let them hate Minas Tirith!! "

Boromo encouraged his brother, who in fact knew he was sure to deal with the Ringwraith.

Doodle.... Doodle....

Suddenly, the horn of the orcs outside sounded, and the army of orcs besieged the city.

Boromo and Gandalf ran to the city wall to take a look, and pressed one piece, definitely more than 100,000 troops.

"Oh no, they have so many siege engines, it seems that our defense is very difficult."

Gandalf watched as the orc army pushed the tall arrow towers, which were long wooden shelves with platforms on which the orc archers climbed and were at the level of the walls, and the arrows shot were extremely lethal.

"Even if it's tough, we have to hold on, I've got the news that Rohan's cavalry will be able to arrive in one day!! Everyone, be on alert, fireball trebuchet ready!! Aim at those turrets, prepare, fire!! "

Learning from the tactics of Ao Long, trebuchets have now become the standard for humans to defend the city, and the people of Gondor have also derived from them.

It is a mixture of oil and orc sauce coated on the stone ball, and when ignited, not only the temperature is high, but the fireworks are poisonous, and it continues to burn durably!!

Woooo

Dozens of flaming stone balls were thrown down from the walls of Gondor, although they hit one or two arrow towers, but after all, the aiming star was not strong, but even if they didn't hit the arrow towers, these burning stone balls killed and injured the orcs like incendiary bombs.

"Destroy their trebuchets, armies of orcs, archers, shoot!!"

Woooo Knock knock...

Since the short-handed encounter, naturally they will not be polite, and the half-orc archers shot tens of thousands of arrows and rushed up the city wall like a rain of arrows. Even the first and second floors of Minas Tirith were shot into hornet's nests, but Boromo allowed them to move early.

"Trebuchet, keep shooting!!"

"Archer, shoot!!"

The soldiers on both sides were falling, and the continuous firing finally allowed Gondor to kill the orc's arrow towers, but there were not many trebuchets left.

"Get the siege monsters on!!"

Looking at the calm walls of Minas Tirith, the orc commander on the one hand commanded the archer army to continue to suppress, and on the other hand, let the rhinoceros-like half-orcs begin to attack the gates of Minas Tirith.

Bang!! Bang!!!

Fortunately, the gates of Minas Tirith are still relatively strong, and they will not be able to break through for a while.

"Organize those people, boil the oil pot!! Cook in a pan!! They began to ascend the city in 493!! "

Boromo's voice shouted again, because the orc army was less suppressed by the trebuchet, and actually held the ladder and began to climb the city at close range.

It's not Rohan here, it can't drip water into ice, and naturally there is no way to use boiling water to retreat the enemy, so you can only boil the boiling oil pot, but fortunately, Minas Tirith has been peaceful for many years, and there is no shortage of materials, and soon one by one the oil pots were set up.

"Boromo, the south wall is almost unbearable!!"

Gandalf shouted loudly, and the mage at this time, with his left hand and his right hand the enemy's fencing, attacked left and right, desperately trying to catch up with the orcs on the wall.

"Pour the boiling oil pot down and down the ladder to the castle!! Scald them to death these scum!! "

Boromo roared loudly, his sword held aloft, and roamed the scarce places, directing the defenders of Gondor in an orderly counterattack.

"Ahh Ahh

The orc army was burned and fell straight down the ladder, and another wave of attacks was repulsed, but Gondor's defenders were already half of the battle.

"If reinforcements don't arrive, then Minas Tirith's defense will be even more difficult!! Hope of Middle-earth, Lord Aolong, where are you at this time..."

Boromo looked at the exhausted defenders of Gondor who had fought from day to night, and sighed anxiously in his heart.

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