The army continued to advance. Two days later, they arrived at the Dark Portal. Wesley gave the order for the army to begin garrisoning, and chaos began to break out in Mordor. A large number of orcs began to gather, and they also had tens of thousands of troops gathered here in Mordor.
The remaining two Ringwraiths rode their horses, which were as half-dead as they were, all the way to the Dark Portal, then walked up and looked out. The main camp outside stretched out for a long way, and there were a lot of them.
"Gather all the troops. All the troops must come to the Dark Portal. We have to destroy them all here," a Ring Spirit said.
Wesley, on the other hand, was also riding his horse and leading his men to observe the Dark Portal. The Dark Portal was incomparably huge, but it was only a gate, after all, and there were limits. Wesley was calculating how many troops this gate could send at once, and where his side was best positioned.
Let a portion of the enemy come out to form a formation and then start the battle. This gate is the focus of limiting the other party's investment in military power. Letting the other party use the fuel strategy is the best choice, and the subsequent charge of the undead is not restricted by the gate.
Wesley smiled at the thought. Then he turned his horse around and went back directly, because the apple had been measured and there was no need to watch anymore. Tomorrow would be the decisive battle.
When they returned to the largest tent in the camp, Wesley did not speak. He took out a blank sheepskin and began to draw on it. Before long, he had completed an array map.
Aragorn, King Rohan, Gandalf, and the others were all waiting here. Wesley got up and said, "Everyone, look at this map. This is the topographic map of the Dark Portal and the front, and we will deploy according to this tomorrow morning."
"Are we so close to the Dark Portal?" Aragorn asked. His thoughts were everyone's thoughts. Now the total military strength of both sides may be close to 100,000 people. The Dark Portal doesn't seem to be able to accommodate them.
"Hehe, that's right. We'll let some of them come out in a formation, but we won't let them all come out. The Gate of Darkness is a checkpoint, and the number of them coming out is bound to be limited, and this is what I want. They are limited in the number of troops they put in, and we can do our best. When they retreat, our undead army will not be limited by the gate. They can open the passage for the cavalry to charge, and they themselves can charge in all the time. In this way, we can inevitably defeat the enemy army."
"Good plan." King Rohan nodded in agreement.
"Okay, then let's do it." Aragorn agreed and the others naturally had no objections.
Mordor gathered its army and went directly to the Gate of Darkness. They, too, waited for the other to act. The night was very quiet, but there was tension in the air, even among the Orcs.
Early the next morning, Wesley's side of the army began to prepare. After breakfast, the army began to move. A line was established in front of the Gate of Darkness. Gondor's infantry erected huge tower shields at the front and spears were extended to establish a solid line of defense. With a meat shield this time, Wesley could naturally make good use of his elfish advantage. At the same time, the catapults behind him began to be set up.
"Aragon, go and provoke them," Wesley said.
"Okay." Aragorn led Gandalf and others to the Dark Portal under the king's flag. A Nazgûl came out and talked to them, and then somehow Aragorn cut off the head of the Nazgûl.
The Dark Doors were all opened and the Orc army began to rush out. Aragorn and the others stepped back. "What happened?" Wesley asked.
Gandalf held up a chemise made of mithril. "This is Frodo's." Wesley knew the plot, so he didn't care. Frodo just lost a dress.
The last Ringwraith took on the role of commander. After the orcs rushed out, they began to form up, but it was impossible for all of them to come out from behind. Wesley had only left them a place with ten thousand people, and it was very crowded.
The Ringwraith drew his sword and pointed. "Tear them apart." The orcs howled and rushed forward, which was exactly what Wesley wanted to see. Fortunately, the other party was either an orc or a half-dead guy. Their sanity was not very complete.
"Defend," Wesley shouted. There was only one word, but Gondor's infantry moved. The tower shield in the front row was held by a man squatting down. They only had a long knife to defend themselves, and behind them were soldiers with spears, their spears on the tower shield.
"Shoot." When the other side rushed to a position, Wesley gave another order, and the elves' phalanx began to throw again. At the same time, Rohan's cavalry dismounted and stood in a phalanx, also throwing. This work, which did not require aiming, could generally be done.
The air was shaken by the rain of arrows. The dense arrows streaked across the sky in a beautiful arc and then fell. With a puff, they pierced into the orcs' bodies with gravity, and a large number of orcs fell.
"Shoot." After just a few breaths, Wesley shouted again. The most important thing about throwing is the density, so a unified command is very necessary, so it can only be commanded with a password.
The orcs paused for a moment and then charged again. However, the rain of arrows came in waves, and their casualties were heavy. At the same time, the corpses in front of them reduced the speed of their charge by a lot. The terrain was very disadvantageous to the Mordor side.
However, tens of thousands of orcs were still behind them. They kept walking forward through the dark door. The dark door became their obstacle. The two sides were in a stalemate. The arrow rain from one side kept falling, and the other side could not rush over at all. The Ring Spirit was a little anxious about this.
But there was nothing he could do. The troops here were all orcs, and there were no other soldiers. This made the Ringwraiths helpless. He was the only Ringwraith left, and the others had been killed. He had no way to fly up to help. After all, there was a very powerful guy on the other side who had killed seven of their Ringwraiths, and one of them had been ambushed during the negotiation.
Wesley was satisfied with the way things were going. Consuming energy like this was what he wanted to see the most, but he thought there was a limit to how many casualties the other side could take. It wouldn't last forever. After a while, Wesley ordered Rohan's cavalry to stop shooting arrows and go straight to rest. They needed to conserve their energy, and the Elves continued.
The reduction of the rain of arrows was not only to save the cavalry's strength, but more importantly to give the other party a little hope. Sure enough, seeing that the rain of arrows had decreased, although the Ring Spirit was puzzled, it was not willing to give up such an opportunity. It strengthened its attack, and the arrow rain of elves could not form a blockade to stop the shooting, and the orcs approached.
Bang! The charging orcs hit the shield wall with a deafening crash, and the shield wall of Gondor trembled. However, after the first impact, it was much easier later. The spearmen began to withdraw and stab continuously. In the position where each tower shield was connected, there were three spearmen, who kept stabbing in the first three directions.