Chapter 1 A Huge Trap

"What a huge pit..." Facing such a treacherous situation, even Fang Senyan couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness.

The opponent's response was unconventional, starting from an impossible angle to strengthen their own advantages into a winning position and weaken the enemy's disadvantages into a losing one!

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

To put it bluntly, the orc commander Grishnakh's reactions, from beginning to end, were all within the enemy contractor's predictions, who also precisely dealt Grishnakh the most fatal blow.

Now, Grishnakh faced an even more difficult situation. For the time being, he could forget about breaching the city; the question was whether or not to rescue his troops.

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

If Grishnakh didn't rescue them, the agonizing cries of the heavily wounded soldiers in the mud would completely crush morale. The healthy orc soldiers would inevitably think that if the war continued and they were wounded in battle, they would also be abandoned.

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

Grishnakh was completely trapped in a dilemma. It seemed that any reaction he made would be a mistake, a weakness the enemy could exploit!

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

Thousands of people were exposed to the enemy's long-range firepower. The defenders in Minas Tirith were greatly encouraged, and boulders rained down like a storm. The contractors were firing at full power. Even more terrifying, the siege weapons were attacked by black smoke-filled fire oil bombs and were set ablaze.

At this moment, every second of hesitation from the commander meant that his soldiers were dying at an alarming rate. Whether to go all in or cut the losses, a decision had to be made quickly.

Fang Senyan had predicted Grishnakh's next move the moment the trap was sprung: no matter how long he considered it, he would eventually go to the rescue.

Why?

Because the orc army, though numbering a terrifying 200,000, only had a little over a hundred trolls.

And of those hundred or so trolls, at least two-thirds were stuck in the swamp, pushing the heavy siege towers! These fat monsters, adapted to high-altitude life, roared and struggled in the mud, frantically hitting the mud around them, but all their efforts were in vain.

Grishnakh could accept the loss of five or six thousand elite orc soldiers on the front lines. But he absolutely could not accept the disastrous loss of two-thirds of his high-end combat power - the trolls - at the start of the battle!

So, he could only choose to send reinforcements.

But Fang Senyan had decided that Grishnakh would make this decision five minutes and eleven seconds ago. More importantly, long before entering this world, the think tank jointly formed by the Stockholm team, the Silverwing team, and the Moses Society had also determined that Grishnakh 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 bleak cold wind and the bone-chilling coolness.

He used this cool mentality to look at the monster in the scope.

The monster called a troll.

Its skin was covered with scabies-like thick scabs. Although this thing caused unbearable itching, it also gave the troll a natural immunity to physical attacks of 10-13%. The surface of the monster's body was rippling slightly due to the thick layer of subcutaneous fat. Its thick, solid hands could easily move hundreds of kilograms of rocks.

Suddenly, many latitude and longitude lines appeared in the scope, and then several red dots flashed on the surface of 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 once hit, the damage would be even more amazing, even potentially a one-shot kill.

This conclusion was not just empty talk. In fact, up to now, the increasingly powerful mcdh had already one-shot killed three trolls. 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 trolls that accounted for one-fifth of the total number of 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 could see clearly that the bullet he fired suddenly split into five pieces in mid-air, each hitting the troll's eyes, mouth, and lower body. This one strike annihilated the vitality of this monster, which still had most of its health left.

Looking at the series of prompts that popped up like a screen refresh and the incredibly generous contribution points, mcdh pulled back the bolt, loaded another bullet, and then leaned his head again, squinting his eyes to look into the scope, starting to look for the next prey.

Suddenly, something else appeared in the scope. A red color, as if blood was boiling, instantly filled mcdh's entire vision. He immediately raised his head and saw Jazz standing in front of him, holding a crystal glass. Jazz's every move was still so elegant. His expression was relaxed, but what he said was undeniable:

"I think you can rest for a while, 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 answer was rebellious. He continued to tilt his head and aim:

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

Jazz squinted his eyes, a cold light flashing, but he quickly smiled bitterly:

"Okay, the other two team leaders protested to me, hoping that you can take the overall situation into consideration and kill a little less. After all, trolls have a chance to drop Middle-earth badges. And that thing is necessary to exchange for high-level equipment/creatures."

mcdh sneered:

"What is that supposed to mean? The output of several 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!"

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? However, one who does not plan for the whole is insufficient to plan for a part. Jazz's scheming was beyond anyone's imagination. Don't forget that Fang Senyan's g-spot was snatched from his deputy!

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

Unfortunately, many people can't see through this point. What's more, now is still in the carnival of harvest, in that unbelievable smooth sailing! Few people can keep a clear head. After Jazz saw the greed and fire in the eyes of the other two team leaders, he knew that he couldn't convince them. And the alliance absolutely couldn't break up at this time!

Therefore, Jazz's only path was to choose compromise.

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

But Jazz felt that everything was still under his control.

At this time, almost all the people from the Stockholm team started looking over here, paying attention to the relevant movements. Jazz, however, calmly raised his tall wine glass, drank the blood-like red wine in one gulp, and calmly said:

"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 face."

As he spoke, he stretched out his palm, and a dark golden light shone on a necklace on his hand. The woman next to mchd already had a look of infatuation in her eyes.

"Oh, God, is that Venus's Love?"

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

Watching Rose take the necklace, mcdh could only reluctantly put away his gun. Jazz bowed elegantly, but sneered in his heart, of course, not at mcdh-------the sharper the knife, the more measured the person holding it needs to be-------but at the two leaders of the Silverwing team and the Moses Society, who were blinded by profit. After this battle, he would dig out ten times the profit from those two teams!

*

"This is a clear tactic of besieging the stronghold and striking at the reinforcements." After the battle continued for a certain period of time, the opponent's purpose was already obvious. In the mud area under the city, the number of people rescued was less than the number of people sent in. That ghostly place had completely formed a terrifying meat grinder battlefield.

At this time, the Blue Light team was conducting data analysis using a three-dimensional projection large screen:

"According to the latest data analysis we just obtained, in the past five minutes, only two of the main rescue targets, the trolls, were injured, and their casualty rate reached the lowest point since entering the ambush! And at the beginning of the battle, the death rate of the trolls was like a blowout, reaching fifteen per five minutes!"

"Obviously, since the opponent can ignore the problem of insufficient ammunition and weak attacks, then this downward trend in troll casualties is artificially created. They hope to maintain a certain number of living trolls there, so that they can still have weight in the mind of that pig. Continue to send in reinforcements-------oh, no, it should be contribution points. Therefore, our best way to deal with this is to wait, or go back to the camp to sleep."

"Shut up." Suddenly, two words were thrown out lightly, immediately making the face of the person speaking from the Blue Light team look extremely ugly. He immediately glared angrily, but saw that from where the voice came, a burly, lonely, and indifferent figure squeezed through the crowd and walked out. On his back, he was carrying a very old-fashioned rifle from World War II.

An M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle.

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

A legendary weapon??

A legendary firearm!!

Seeing the weapon behind this person, not only did the speaker from the Blue Light team's face turn ugly, but even the mysterious leader of the Blue Light team, who was surrounded in the crowd in the distance, was also alarmed. This person was wrapped in a blue hooded cloak from head to toe, but his face was wearing a very strange mask, as if it were a smiling Buddha!

He suddenly looked at Zeus next to him and said:

"There don't seem to be many people who carry legendary firearms. It looks like it should be that person from your team. Aziz?"

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

But on the one hand, it wasn't worth it to be the first bird to be shot, let alone taking a huge risk for nothing, and on the other hand, going over now would mean completely tearing the face off with the Blue Light team. 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 were going to provide reinforcements.

Not long after, an incongruous phenomenon suddenly appeared on the first layer of the city wall of Minas Tirith. Among those defenders who were celebrating and seemed to be performing the attack like a carnival, suddenly one person fell from the city wall!

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

However, Aziz was definitely a person who could not be ignored!

Even the strong Fang Senyan, who dared to face Aziz, would never dare to say that he could ignore him.

Anyone, or even any force, that dared to ignore Aziz would invariably pay an extremely heavy price!

After a while, another person fell from the city wall. This person did not even move his hands or feet when he fell, obviously paying the price of his life before falling down. However, the person who died was originally a plot character, plus his giant siege tower could not withstand the smoke and flames and collapsed with a bang, with amazing momentum, so it was ignored again.

Immediately afterwards, another two giant siege towers collapsed. Taking advantage of this gap, another three soldiers who were shooting downwards with longbows were killed.

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

They immediately found the target. Yes, what did that sneaky orc with the bow and arrow want to do? But the Uruk-Hai's "talent" in archery was as famous as their brutality. How could an Uruk-Hai make such a standard bow-holding gesture?

So in the next second, that Uruk-Hai's head exploded, the end 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 terrifying was that one of them was a contractor!! His terrified scream before death was heard from far away, and just as everyone's eyes were focused on him, a silver-white bullet seemed to fly from outside the sky, shooting into his wide-open mouth and directly blasting his head into a circle of blood mist!

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

A live headshot!!!

What a provocation, what arrogance and recklessness!!!

Suddenly, an indescribable emotion spread throughout the bodies of all the contractors on the city wall. That was anger! And the gnashing anger of thousands of contractors could be described as sweeping like a tide.

However, at this moment, just as the thousands of contractors on the city wall were staring wide-eyed, searching for the murderer, the murderer took the initiative to stand out, with an indifferent, provocative, and fierce look in his eyes!

Aziz simply held his Garand rifle in one hand. The Uruk-Hai around him were thrown away by the intense air waves, leaving a large open space. Then, Aziz actually pointed his middle finger at the city wall!!!

-------This is definitely not something a normal person would do, but if Aziz were 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 simultaneously aimed at Aziz, 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 a legendary weapon. Your weapon is not of sufficient rank and cannot cause effective damage to it!!!"

*

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

This weapon, along with Hitler's Walther PPK pistol used for suicide-----Fuhrer's Demise, and the Deringer single-shot pistol used when President Lincoln was assassinated-------President's Doom, are known as the three legendary firearms. (There are pictures of the three legendary firearms on Weibo)

It is quite difficult to obtain Ryan's Courage. It requires that in the world of "Saving Private Ryan," not a single one of the eight members of the rescue squad can die, and then Ryan must be successfully rescued. Then you can obtain the key prop to trigger this series of legendary firearm missions-------similar to the screw that Fang Senyan got from Drogba.

Then, you can obtain this legendary weapon through this series of tasks.

The ability that Aziz is displaying at this time is the Ryan's Courage's firearm's own skill: We Are With You!!

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

The eight members of the rescue squad plus Ryan quickly appeared on the city wall. This brave and powerful squad, shining with silver light, instantly showed their powerful strength, using the standard equipment of the United States Army to set off a bloody storm on the city wall. They are also immune to attacks from 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 had obviously conducted a careful and meticulous investigation, obtained accurate intelligence that the other side did not have any legendary-level weapons, and then dared to run out and slap the alliance on the Minas Tirith city wall so hard!

However, the power of the individual cannot compete with the collective after all.

No matter how awesome Aziz is, he is only one person. He may be able to fight against a team, but he absolutely cannot fight against two teams.

And on this magnificent city wall of Minas Tirith, how many teams are there?

No matter how strong the signature skill of a legendary weapon is, it can only kill ten or twenty people at most. Aziz's behavior can only be said to have given the contractors on Sauron's side a good vent, but it cannot determine the victory or defeat of the battle after all, and it still cannot 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 a disgrace in the future!"

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

The contractors on the city wall of Minas Tirith roared frantically. If Aziz could still survive in this situation, it would really be a lifelong shame for these space contractors.

However, Aziz chose the location to show himself very carefully. The place where he appeared was only about twenty meters away from the city wall, and it was still near the left side of the Minas Tirith city wall, a hundred meters away. Once the soldiers of Private Ryan were summoned, they immediately pounced towards the bottom of the city wall.

Aziz was originally an agility specialist. After pouncing with all his strength, it can be said that he directly reached the bottom of the city wall. Several bursts of bullets missed in a hurry, and once he reached the bottom of the city wall, it was equivalent to sealing off the firing 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 is arc-shaped, so once Aziz reaches the end of the city wall and continues to run along the mountain wall, the pressure he receives can be said to be even less. However, although everything looks smooth, 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 out.

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

"This guy has equipment that suppresses hit rate... I missed," a dark-browed sniper said calmly, as if he didn't take it to heart, even though he might have missed a legendary weapon.

Another sniper blew away the green smoke with annoyance:

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

"I hit him, but this guy's rank suppressed me by two whole ranks! But does this Aziz think he can survive like this? Naive! The top three haven't taken action yet!" After the sniper finished speaking, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the third city wall of Minas Tirith. According to the direction Aziz was escaping, he could be intercepted on the third city wall for the last time. And at this time, the several people who were already poised on the third city wall were without exception, all top experts in the alliance!

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

*

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

But for Aziz, he had long been accustomed to this kind of pain. What he was more concerned about at this time was the increasingly cold chill coming from his back and the back of his head!!

Also the killing intent!

"These bastards still have a few tricks up their sleeves." There was a bit of ferociousness on Aziz's face. He had already begun to prepare to activate the teleportation props he had prepared long ago. Although the cost of activating this thing once would make people gasp in shock, 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 winking at him strangely! As a sniper, the most important thing is eyesight. So although the "corpse" was wearing a very common Uruk-Hai standard thick leather armor and had messy hair, Aziz immediately recognized the person's true identity. He hesitated for a moment at this instant, and saw that the "corpse" stretched out his hand towards him. Immediately afterwards, in the midst of golden light, an invisible big hand suddenly grabbed Aziz and pulled 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 and sure-kill strikes simultaneously bombarded Aziz's body!!

This was the last chance for the alliance on the Minas Tirith city wall to attack,

So this was also their most powerful attack!

But after Aziz was hit, a semi-transparent yellow and clear light actually appeared around his body. He himself froze for a moment, appearing stunned, seemingly not having suffered any damage at all, and then actually flipped a middle finger back before finally jumping into the shooting blind spot.

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

"I was actually prompted that I was shooting at a target in an invincible state..."

"Same," another strong man said slowly.

Only mcdh was silent. 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 was just that the former comrades had become enemies who would never die! He couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"As expected, I'm going to face them... Since this Reef has come, 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 mud had long poured into the orc leather armor that he had hastily put on, spreading the cold and dampness all over his body. What was even more hateful was that he had to smell the nauseating and pungent stench all the time, a stench as if the corpse was festering, while he could have been drinking coffee in the big tent.

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

So although there were still so many powerful enemies launching the offensive at this time, it seemed that the trolls here were somewhat prepared, holding their heads in their hands and pouting their buttocks high, looking like they were burying their heads in the sand to avoid danger... After having one of his thighs broken, this cunning troll was also crawling here, hoping to survive.

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

And the only reason Fang Senyan would appear here was because 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 depths of the opposite side, Fang Senyan was also very careful, walking on thin ice every step. In order to ensure that the life link could be triggered in time and last longer, he didn't let Reef take action, and stayed not far away, playing the role of a corpse.

However, this pretense was also worth it. After he "performed" for a while, the number required by the milestone reached 822/5000! This was also thanks to the charm of the trolls and the defenders' tireless shooting.