Chapter 1 A Huge Pit

"What a huge pit..." Faced with such a treacherous situation, even Fang Senyan couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness at this moment.

The opponent's response was unconventional, tackling the problem from an impossible angle, strengthening their advantages into a winning position and weakening the enemy's disadvantages into a losing one!

If Sauron's side had a 70% chance of winning before the war, now the defenders had a 70% chance of winning instead. The situation completely reversed within a mere half-hour! And this was only the first day of the war!

To put it bluntly, the orc commander Gothmog's reactions were entirely anticipated by the opposing Contractor, who precisely delivered the most fatal blow to Gothmog.

Now, Gothmog was facing an even more embarrassing situation. For the time being, he couldn't even think about breaching the city; the question was whether or not to rescue his men.

The Orcs were a race with no talent for magic. The spell of turning mud to rock for the siege towers had almost exhausted their magical power, meaning that magical countermeasures were virtually impossible.

If Gothmog didn't rescue his men, the agonizing cries of the severely wounded soldiers in the mud would completely shatter morale. Healthy Orc soldiers would inevitably think that if the war continued, they too would end up abandoned like this if they were wounded in battle.

But if Gothmog sent men to rescue them, it would mean using an unquantifiable number of lives to fill the muddy swamp, and even then, they might not achieve the strategic goal of rescuing them.

Gothmog was completely caught in a dilemma. It seemed that any response he made would be a mistake that the enemy would exploit!

As a commander, Gothmog's weakness was exposed again: a lack of decisiveness.

At this moment, several thousand people were exposed to the enemy's long-range fire coverage. The defenders in Minas Tirith were greatly encouraged, and the boulders they hurled down fell like rain. The Contractors were also firing at full power. Even more terrifying, the siege equipment was being attacked by black smoke-emitting fire oil bombs, which were setting them ablaze.

At this moment, every second of hesitation from the commander would cause his soldiers to die at an alarming rate. He had to decide whether to go all in or cut his losses as quickly as possible.

After the trap was sprung, Fang Senyan had already judged Gothmog's next move: no matter how long he considered, he would inevitably go to the rescue.

Why?

Although the Orc army numbered a terrifying 200,000, there were only a little over a hundred trolls in total.

Of these hundred-odd trolls, at least two-thirds were trapped in the swamp because they were pushing the incredibly heavy siege towers! These fat monsters, adapted to living in high-altitude regions, roared and struggled frantically in the mud, even striking the surrounding mud in a frenzy, but all their efforts were in vain.

Gothmog could accept the loss of five or six thousand elite Orcs on the front lines. But he absolutely could not accept the crushing defeat of losing two-thirds of his high-end combat power, the trolls, at the very beginning of the war!

So he had no choice but to send reinforcements to the rescue.

But Fang Senyan had already determined that Gothmog would make this decision five minutes and eleven seconds ago. More importantly, even before entering this world, the think tank jointly formed by the Stockholm team + Silver Wing team + Moses Society had also determined that Gothmog would make this decision in this situation!!!

*

Mcdh's mood at this time was like a lake on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, and snow-capped peaks, experiencing the desolate wind and the biting cold.

He looked at the monster in his scope with this cold state of mind.

The monster called a troll.

Its skin was covered with mange-like thick scales. Although this thing on its body would bring uncontrollable itching, it also gave the troll a natural immunity to physical attacks of 10-13%. The monster's body was rippling slightly due to the thick fat under its skin. Its thick, solid hands could easily move rocks weighing hundreds of kilograms.

Suddenly, many latitude and longitude lines appeared in the scope, and then several red dots flashed on the troll's body. The largest red dot was located one-third of the way above the troll's forehead, and the smallest red dot was in its crotch. At the same time, the system prompt also came:

"Your ability: Let the Bullets Fly is ready!"

Mcdh simply aimed at the smallest red dot on the troll's body and pulled the trigger. Although the smaller the red dot, the harder it was to hit, it also meant that if it was hit, the damage number would be even more amazing, even a one-hit kill was possible.

This conclusion wasn't just a whim. In fact, to date, the increasingly powerful mcdh had killed a total of three trolls in one shot. His incredibly powerful "Let the Bullets Fly" ability gave him a unique advantage when dealing with powerful monsters like trolls with thick skin and flesh.

The latest statistics showed that mcdh alone had killed a total of one-fifth of all trolls killed so far!

The troll in the scope suddenly froze, and then its body trembled violently. It fell down without any visible injuries. Only mcdh himself could see clearly that the bullet he fired split into five pieces in mid-air, shooting into the troll's eyes, mouth, and lower body, respectively. This one blow annihilated the vitality of this monster, which still had most of its health.

Watching the series of prompts popping up like a screen refresh, and the incredibly generous contribution points, mcdh clicked open the bolt, then reloaded the bullet, and then tilted his head again, squinting his eyes to look into the scope, and began to look for the next prey.

Suddenly, something more appeared in the scope. A boiling blood-like red filled mcdh's entire field of vision in an instant. He immediately raised his head and saw the Jazz holding a crystal glass standing in front of him. The Jazz's every move was still so elegant. His expression was relaxed, but the words he spoke were undeniable:

"I think you can take a break, m. I have to admit that I underestimated you. If you continue to kill like this, that pig-headed idiot will probably think that the number of trolls isn't worth him sending more troops."

Mcdh's reply was rebellious. He continued to tilt his head and began to aim:

"That's none of my business... Jazz. You know, I hate hearing nonsense and lies."

The Jazz narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed, but he quickly smiled bitterly:

"Okay, the other two team leaders protested to me, hoping that you could put the overall situation first and kill a little less. After all, there is a chance that trolls will drop Middle-earth badges. And this thing is necessary to exchange for high-level equipment/creatures."

Mcdh sneered:

"What is that supposed to mean? The output of several of their teams combined can't compare to mine, so they want to exert pressure from above? Jazz. When I joined the team, no one said that the Stockholm team had the tradition of helping outsiders to suppress their own people!"

The Jazz didn't react on the surface, but several cracks had already appeared on the crystal glass he was holding. How could he not know that doing this as a team leader was unpopular, but those who don't plan for the whole are not enough to plan for a part. The Jazz's scheming mind was beyond anyone's imagination. Don't forget. Fang Senyan's G-spot was snatched from his deputy!

The Jazz himself was a very strong person, but he also made many concessions in maintaining the entire alliance system, because only the Jazz would clearly realize at any time that even if he didn't get any benefits, as long as he could win this battle, he would still be a big winner!

Unfortunately, many people can't see through this. What's more, now is still in the harvest carnival, in that incredible smooth situation! There are very few people who can keep a clear head. After the Jazz saw the greed and flames in the eyes of the other two team leaders, he knew that he couldn't convince them. And the alliance must not be broken at this time!

Therefore, the only way for the Jazz was to choose to compromise.

-------A compromise aimed at damaging his own prestige!

But the Jazz felt that everything was still under his control.

At this time, almost all the people of the Stockholm team began to look this way, paying attention to the relevant trends. The Jazz, however, raised the goblet in a carefree manner, drank the blood-like red wine in one gulp, and said calmly:

"This is not suppression, m, this is my request. You have the right to continue shooting, and you also have the right to give me some face."

As he spoke, he stretched out his palm. There was a dark golden chain with a bright luster on his palm. The girl next to mchd had already revealed a drunken look in her eyes.

"Oh, God, is this Venus's treasure?"

"Yes, Miss Rose, now it's yours." The Jazz said with a smile.

Watching Rose take the necklace, mcdh could only reluctantly put away his gun. The Jazz bowed elegantly, but was sneering in his heart. Of course, not at mcdh-------the sharper the knife, the more measured the person who holds it needs to be-------but at the two profit-minded leaders of the Silver Wing Team and the Moses Society. After this battle is over, he will dig ten times the profit from those two teams!

*

"This is an obvious point-defense battle," After the battle continued for a certain period of time, the opponent's purpose was already obvious. In the mud area under the city, there were not as many people being rescued as there were people filling in. That ghostly place had completely formed a terrifying meat grinder battlefield.

At this time, the Blue Light team was using a 3D projection screen to analyze the data:

"According to our latest data analysis, in the last five minutes, the main rescue target, the troll, only had two casualties, and its casualty rate has reached the lowest point since entering the ambush! In the early stage of the war, the troll's death rate exploded to fifteen heads/five minutes!"

"Obviously, since the other party can ignore the problem of insufficient ammunition and weak attacks, then this downward trend of troll casualties is artificial. They hope to maintain a certain number of living trolls there, so as to make it still have weight in that pig's mind. Continue to send reinforcements - oh, no, it should be contribution points. Therefore, our best response at the moment is to wait, or go back to the tent and take a nap."

"Shut up." Suddenly, two words were uttered faintly, which immediately made the face of the person who spoke for the Blue Light team look extremely ugly. He immediately glared angrily, but saw a burly, solitary, cold figure squeezed out of the crowd from the place where the sound came from. Behind him, there was a very old-fashioned World War II rifle.

M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle.

However, as the figure walked towards the distant battlefield, the rifle gradually began to emit a silvery-white light.

Legendary weapon??

Legendary firearms!!

Seeing the weapon behind this person, not only did the speaker of the Blue Light team's face look ugly, but even the mysterious leader of the Blue Light team who was surrounded in the distant crowd was alarmed. This person was wrapped in a blue hooded robe all over his body, but his face was wearing a very strange mask. It was like a smiling Buddha!

He suddenly looked at Zeus next to him and said:

"There don't seem to be many people wearing legendary firearms, it seems to be that person from your team. Aziz?"

At this time, Zeus's face was quite ugly, because in the team channel, Aziz wanted him to go over to cover him!

But on the one hand, it is not worth being the first to stand out, let alone taking a great risk for nothing without any benefits. On the other hand, if he goes over to help now, it would mean completely breaking face with the Blue Light team, and the price paid would be too great!

So Zeus chose to remain silent, but how could Aziz be the kind of person who wouldn't dare to go without MT cover?

He sneered, but directly mixed into the Orc warriors who went to support.

Not long after. On the first layer of walls of Minas Tirith, a very discordant phenomenon suddenly appeared. Among the defenders who were happily performing the attack as if it were a carnival, one person suddenly fell from the city wall!

At this time, in the situation where Sauron's side was at an absolute disadvantage, there were not many opportunities to counterattack the defenders on the city wall, but it could not be said that there were none, such as an angry Uruk-hai throwing his weapon at the city wall with all his strength-------so the defenders didn't take this matter to heart. Whether that person accidentally fell or was killed by an almost negligible counterattack, it was like a small wave in the sea that was annihilated and ignored.

However, Aziz is an absolutely undeniable person!

Even if he is as strong as Fang Senyan, if he dares to face Aziz. He would never dare to say that he could ignore him.

Anyone who dares to ignore Aziz, even a force, will pay an extremely heavy price!

After a while, another person fell from the city wall. This person didn't even move his hands or feet when he fell. Obviously, he had paid the price of his life before he fell. However, the person who died was originally a plot character, and in addition, his giant siege tower could not stand the smoke and fire, and collapsed with a bang, causing a shocking momentum, so it was ignored again.

Immediately afterwards, two more giant siege towers collapsed, and taking advantage of this gap, three more soldiers who were shooting downwards with longbows were killed one after another.

This undoubtedly attracted the attention of the snipers on the city wall.

They immediately found the target, yes, what did that sneaky Orc want to do with his bow and arrow? But the Orcs' "talent" in archery is as famous as their brutality. How could an Orc make such a standard bow-holding gesture?

So in the next second, the Orc's head exploded, as a result of being hit by a full three sniper bullets.

But at the same time, two more people on the city wall were headshot. What was even more terrifying was that one of them was a Contractor!! The terrified scream before his death spread far away, and just when everyone around him was gathering their eyes on him, a silver-white bullet flew from the sky and shot into his wide-open mouth, directly blasting his head into a cloud of blood mist!

In front of many strong people, in front of nearly a thousand Contractors of the alliance party who occupied an absolute advantage at this time,

Headshot alive!!!

What a provocation, what arrogance, madness!!!

Suddenly, an indescribable emotion spread throughout the bodies of all the Contractors on the city wall, it was anger! And the gnashing anger gathered by thousands of Contractors can be described as sweeping like a tide of the sea.

However, at this time, just when thousands of Contractors on the city wall were staring wide-eyed looking for the murderer, the murderer was

Taking the initiative to stand up, with an indifferent provocative and fierce look!

Aziz simply held his Garand rifle in one hand, and the orcs around him were thrown away by the intense air waves. A large open space was exposed around him. Then, Aziz actually pointed his middle finger at the city wall!!!

-------This is definitely not something a normal person would do, but if Aziz was a normal person, how could he have dared to provoke the most powerful United States of America when he was still an ordinary person?

In that instant, at least hundreds of people aimed at Aziz at the same time, but the faces of these hundreds of people became very exciting at the same time when they locked on to Aziz. It can be said that they were intertwined with anger and humiliation, because they simultaneously received a prompt from the Nightmare Imprint:

"The target is protected by the powerful force of the legendary weapon. Your weapon rank is not enough to cause effective damage to it!!!"

*

The real name of this legendary Garand rifle of Aziz is Ryan's Courage.

This weapon, along with the Walther PPK pistol used by Hitler to commit suicide-----The Führer's Demise, and the Deringer single-shot pistol used when President Lincoln was assassinated-------President's Doom, are known as the three legendary firearms.

It is quite difficult to obtain Ryan's Courage. It requires that in the world of "Saving Private Ryan", none of the eight members of the rescue squad can die, and then Ryan can be successfully rescued, so that the key props that trigger the legendary firearms series of tasks can be obtained-------just like the screw that Fang Senyan got from Drogba.

Then obtain this legendary weapon through this series of missions.

The ability displayed by Aziz at this time is the skill that comes with Ryan's Courage firearms: We are with you!!

Instantly summon the eight members of the rescue squad and Ryan, and sweep away all enemies who dare to stand in front of you with fearless courage. The summoning takes five seconds. During this period, you cannot move, cast spells, or use props, but at the same time, the caster will also be protected by Ryan's Courage and cannot be hurt by attacks from below the legendary level!

The eight people of the rescue squad plus Ryan soon appeared on the city wall. This brave and strong squad shining with silver light instantly showed strong strength. They used the standard equipment of the US Army to set off a bloody storm on the city wall. They are also immune to attacks below the legendary level, but fortunately the duration is only sixty seconds.

From this, it can also be seen that although Aziz is a madman, he is definitely not a fool. He has obviously conducted a careful and meticulous investigation, and got accurate information that the other party does not have legendary weapons, so he dared to run out and slap the alliance party on the walls of Minas Tirith so hard!

However, individual strength is ultimately unable to compete with the collective.

No matter how awesome Aziz is, he is only one person, he may be able to fight against one team, but he will definitely not be able to fight against two teams.

And on this magnificent city wall of Minas Tirith, there are more than twenty teams?

No matter how strong the signature skill of the legendary weapon is, it can only kill ten or twenty people at most. Aziz's behavior can only be said to have vented a breath for the Contractors of Sauron's side, but it can't determine the victory or defeat of the battle after all, and in the end it can't save the situation of a disastrous defeat.

*

"We must not let that bastard escape alive!"

"Kill him!"

"Legendary weapon, legendary weapon!! Do you want it?"

"If he lives, we will be disgraced forever!"

"That's Aziz. If you can't kill him in such a great opportunity, the one who is killed by him in the future battle is likely to be you!"

The Contractors on the city wall of Minas Tirith roared frantically. If Aziz could still survive under such circumstances, it would really be a lifelong shame for these space Contractors.

However, the position Aziz chose to appear in was very particular. The place where he appeared was only about twenty meters away from the city wall, and it was still a hundred meters away from the left side of the city wall of Minas Tirith. Once the squad of Private Ryan was summoned, he immediately pounced down on the bottom of the city wall.

Aziz was originally an agility specialist, and after he pounced out with all his strength, it can be said that he directly reached the bottom of the city wall. Several bursts of bullets caught off guard were missed, and once he reached the bottom of the city wall, it was equivalent to blocking the shooting angle of nearly 80% of the people on the city wall. After a few rolls, he ran towards the end of the left city wall of Minas Tirith.

The city wall of Minas Tirith presents an arc shape, so once Aziz reaches the end of the city wall, and then continues to run close to the mountain wall, the pressure he receives can be said to be even smaller. However, although everything seems to be going well. However, just as Aziz was about to run to the end of the left city wall of Minas Tirith, the sound of a sniper rifle rang.

The guys who can endure until now to shoot, without exception, are all top shooters with great self-confidence!

"This guy has equipment that suppresses hit rate....... I missed." A sniper with thick black eyebrows said his mistake very calmly. It seems that he didn't take this matter to heart, even though he may have passed a legendary weapon.

Another sniper blew away the green smoke annoyedly:

"He judged the timing of my shot... Damn it!"

"I hit him, but this guy's rank suppressed me by two ranks! But does this Aziz think he can survive this way? Naive! The top three people haven't shot yet!" After the sniper finished speaking, he couldn't help turning his head and looking at the third city wall of Minas Tirith. According to the direction Aziz was escaping, the last interception could be carried out on him on the third city wall. And at this time, the few people who were already on standby on the third city wall were all top experts in the alliance!

And m, who killed eleven trolls by himself, had also put his eyes on the scope!

*

Aziz felt a tearing pain in his shoulder blades. He could clearly feel the bullet shot into the lower part of the shoulder blades, and then shattered. Several sharp fragments were cutting the muscle tissue at the wound stubbornly and resolutely with breathing and running.

But for Aziz, he was used to this kind of pain. What he is more concerned about at this time is the increasingly cold chill transmitted from the back of his head!!

It is also murderous!

"These bastards still have some skills." There was a bit of ferociousness on Aziz's face. He had already begun to prepare to activate the teleport props that had been prepared long ago. Although the price of activating this thing once would make people gasp, it was better than being headshot.

"If that bastard Zeus was willing to come, how could I be forced to be so embarrassed?"

But Aziz suddenly stopped, because he actually saw a "corpse" not far away wink at him strangely! As a sniper, the most important thing is eyesight. So even though the "corpse" was wearing a very common Orc standard thick leather armor, and had messy hair, Aziz immediately recognized the person's true identity. He hesitated for a moment at this instant. He saw that "corpse" reach out his hand to him, and then, in the midst of the glittering golden light, an invisible big hand suddenly grabbed Aziz and dragged him over in an instant.

Hand of God!

The moment Aziz landed, three roars of sniper rifles that seemed to resound through the sky also came over. Three well-planned killing blows struck Aziz's body at the same time!!

This is the alliance's last chance to attack on the walls of Minas Tirith,

So this is also their most powerful blow!

But after being hit, a circle of translucent yellow bright light actually appeared around Aziz's body. He himself was stunned and stayed for a moment. It seemed that he had not suffered any damage at all. Then he actually gave a middle finger back before jumping into the dead corner of the shooting.

The three strong men who fired had different expressions. One person took a deep breath and said:

"It actually prompted me to shoot a target in an invincible state..."

"Same." Another strong man said slowly.

Only mcdh was silent, but his heart was not as calm as it seemed on the surface, because he had already recognized Reef---------the MT who had fought side by side in the Pandora world!! It's just that the former comrades-in-arms have become mortal enemies! He couldn't help sighing in his heart:

"Sure enough, I'm going to face them... Now that this Reef is here, where is that sailor now? That's a bastard who can create miracles..."

*

Fang Senyan wasn't comfortable at all at this time.

The cold muddy water had already poured into the Orc leather armor that he had hastily put on, spreading the cold and wet all over his body. What was even more hateful was that he also had to smell the pungent stench that made people want to vomit all the time. It was like the stench of maggots in a corpse, but he could have been drinking coffee in the tent.

What was deadly was that Fang Senyan couldn't move at this time, because from a physics point of view, the corpse he was playing at this time was an important part of the construction of this temporary bunker. To put it directly, Fang Senyan could just block more than 70% of the enemy's offensive from the front!

So although there are still so many powerful enemies launching the offensive at this time, the trolls here seem to be prepared, holding their heads in their hands and raising their butts high, looking like they are covering their ears and stealing the bell... The cunning troll has been crawling here since his thigh was broken, hoping to survive.

Fortunately, the Contractors on the city are showing mercy at this time, only the defenders continue to work hard to shoot out waves of extremely dense arrows, but to put it bluntly, these weapons that are deadly to humans are really not very effective for the trolls' thick skin and Fang Senyan's defense.

The only reason Fang Senyan would appear here is that he was attracted by the Milestone "Hedgehog". As soon as the pig-headed commander issued the reinforcement order, Fang Senyan put on the clothes of an Orc soldier and rushed up at the risk of his life.

Because he didn't know the depth of the opposite side, Fang Senyan also behaved very carefully, and every step was like walking on thin ice. In order to ensure that the life link could be triggered in time and last longer, Reef was not allowed to shoot and stayed not far away playing the role of a corpse.

However, such a performance is also worth it. After "performing" for a while, the number of people required by the Milestone reached the word 822/5000! This is also thanks to the charm of the troll and the defenders' tireless shooting.