Chapter 128 The Blue Light Team's Coordination Meeting

"Now that this has happened, I'm afraid the Blue Light Team won't be in the mood to hold their big meeting tonight," Zi suddenly said.

Reef pondered:

"That's hard to say. If they continue to hold it, it will prove their strength and that they don't care about this kind of small matter. But, if the valley can be resolved beautifully, then leading the alliance with the victory of the rescue seems like a good idea, and they will definitely get more say!"

Ronnie admired Fang Senyan's planning skills. He found that Fang Senyan could always cut into the most critical part of the problem at the best time, so he couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Boss, what would you do?"

Fang Senyan, who had been silent all along, smiled and said:

"If it were me, I would hold this meeting after the first day of formal offensive. In this damned world, everything is fake, only strength is supreme! I would conquer them with the overwhelming strength revealed on the first day."

Ronnie said:

"But, what if the Blue Light Team doesn't have that crushing advantage?"

Fang Senyan smiled and asked:

"What happens if an elevator that can only hold ten people is suddenly loaded with a hundred?"

Everyone was silent. Fang Senyan said seriously:

"It will crash down from dozens of floors with a bang!! Blood and flesh will be blurred, and the elevator will be directly deformed! It will be a tragic sight! I don't know what arrangements the space has for the current chaotic situation, but it is very obvious that contractors in the other weaker spaces have shown large-scale organizational behavior..."

Hearing this, Zi and Reef frowned. Fang Senyan's words weighed on their hearts like a heavy stone! Everyone has heard the story of how one chopstick can be easily broken, but a bundle of chopsticks cannot.

Fang Senyan said coldly:

"So, I believe that it's not just me, but many others are waiting and watching. If the Blue Light Team really has the ability and can be fair, then it's not a big deal for me to listen to their arrangements. It's foolish to use a pile of sand to fight against the enemy's well-organized forces."

The Blue Light Team's coordination meeting was ultimately not held.

The flames of war directly reddened half the sky.

The fierce battle continued until midnight.

During this period, the Blue Light Team even increased its troops twice! To be honest, this behavior is very detrimental to morale from a strategic point of view. From a tactical point of view, adding fuel to the fire is even more taboo. Haven't you seen many stories where the big boss is too lazy to take action and sends out his subordinates from weakest to strongest to give experience points to the protagonist, who eventually makes a comeback at full level...?

However, the result of this battle was still a victory.

Of course, that's just what they say.

And this "victory" depends on how it's defined. If it means driving the enemy out of the Rosarnach valley, then it's undoubtedly a great victory.

But the Rosarnach valley isn't the wall of Minas Tirith. Driving the enemy out of there... is meaningless!!!

The fire that reddened half the night sky was fueled by the orc-built arrow towers and watchtowers, and of course, the lush trees all over the mountains and valleys. The fallen leaves in autumn lost their moisture, and once touched by the flames, it was difficult not to help the evildoers.

In fact, when Fang Senyan woke up, not a single fully loaded wooden cart had returned from the Rosarnach valley. The raging fire had burned for half the night, and it was only just getting started.

For the five carts of stone and wood stored by Fang Senyan and his team, this was minor news.

But for Sauron, this was a really bad sign.

Fortunately, after dawn, the quickly assembled army of 200,000 orcs gave people a very strong sense of confidence. On the wide Pelennor fields, the orc legions also formed four huge, neat legions, almost crushing the entire plain. Even the morning mist seemed to tremble and quickly dissipate, and the sun seemed unwilling to witness the upcoming tragic slaughter, so it hid early in the clouds.

Looking down from the walls of Minas Tirith, it was a different scene altogether. Some felt fear, some felt excitement, some felt bitterness, and some felt amazement.

"There are so many..." A man held a tall, transparent glass with a little less than half a glass of blood-red wine in it. He looked at the amazing and vast array below and said with a sigh.

But his sigh was as relaxed as if he were watching an elegant dance or listening to a classic song. This kind of demeanor, just the demeanor of seeing the 200,000 orc army below as nothing more than chickens and dogs, was definitely not something ordinary people could possess.

"Don't you think so? mcdh?"

The man asked.

A man carrying a sniper rifle walked over. His face was very calm, and even gave the feeling of a waveless lake, clean and clear. Beside him was a very hot woman, as passionate as a blooming red rose. Whether it was a coincidence or not, this person was the one Fang Senyan had saved in the last bloody world, the powerful sniper mcdh. But, former allies were now destined to become opponents!

"So many contribution points," mcdh replied bluntly. "Why not start the war sooner? Jazz?"

Jazz stared at mcdh. He had a pair of deep blue eyes like the sea, or the sky. Anyone who saw him would be attracted by those transparent, azure eyes like the sky and the sea, so much so that they would forget what he looked like.

Although Jazz didn't speak, someone next to him laughed. This person was bald, sturdy, and his muscles were very obvious, but he was wearing a sky blue robe. If Fang Senyan were here, he would definitely recognize this acquaintance. Speaking of which, he and G-spot were the matchmakers for these two: Drogba!

"What? mcdh, are your hands itching? Why didn't you go when we raided the Rosarnach valley last night? Although the boss didn't go, he got over two hundred contribution points just for enchanting our weapons."

mcdh said quietly:

"That kind of small scene isn't suitable for me. My brothers are suitable for appearing on this kind of big scene. To be honest, I'm really looking forward to the appearance of the terrifying mammoth from the dark side. That way, the biochemical warhead that I risked my life to bring back from the biochemical world will be useful."

"They're starting to move," Jazz took a small sip of the wine in his glass and squinted his eyes. "In just an hour, no, half an hour, I'll know if we can win this battle."

"Boss, we will win!" Drogba said very boldly. "What the other side relies on is nothing more than their spatial advantage. The elites of the contractors are better than us, but we have more people than them. What's more, even if we compare quality instead of quantity, we still have the apostle's promise..."

Speaking of this, Drogba suddenly stopped, not saying the rest of his words, because he noticed that Jazz had glanced at him.

A glance without joy or sorrow.

Drogba immediately felt like a pair of stinky socks had been stuffed into his mouth, and his face turned bitter.

Jazz then said indifferently:

"Putting your hope in others at any time is a foolish thing."

"A very foolish thing!"

"Putting aside the other external factors, entering the Minas Tirith battlefield actually gives us a subtle advantage, because if the plot goes to the end, the final victors are the Gondorians! On the other hand, the two things that a siege battle lacks the most are the number of defenders and supplies. The influx of us contractors, who have a numerical advantage, happens to make up for the aspects that Minas Tirith lacks the most. We can provide more powerful ranged attacks than the defenders' archers, and we have enough ammunition to destroy the entire Middle-earth!!"

Jazz said lightly. It was more like he was repeating these words to himself, to reaffirm that his judgment would definitely not be wrong!

"And the contractors on the other side who joined Sauron's side are indeed elites, but Sauron's side doesn't lack elite troops at all! They can't provide help in times of need at all. The effect of all their contractors on Sauron's side is probably not as good as three hundred catapults!"

"So, even if we put it mildly, the roles played by our contractors on both sides cancel each other out. As long as we drag it to the end, then the victor will still be us! What's more, the advantage of the Orc Alliance is actually very obvious, and that is in the early stages of the war--to be precise, before the six thousand cavalry formed by King Theoden of Rohan make a surprise attack! If we convert that, it would be the first forty-eight hours of our current battle!"

Speaking of this, Jazz drained the red wine in his glass, closed his eyes as if savoring the mellowness of the wine, and slowly said after a long time:

"So, if those guys on the other side can't break the city within forty-eight hours, then they will never have a chance. So, I only need to watch the other side attack for half an hour, and I can almost know... the outcome!"

mcdh was a more cautious person. He suddenly said:

"But, we can't ignore the variables... There's a saying that man proposes, God disposes, and that's probably the idea."

Jazz said lightly:

"If the opponents have trump cards, then why don't we? If they dare to show four aces, can't I turn a straight flush? So, I'm not a person who speaks rashly. I'll repeat that sentence, if they can't break the city within forty-eight hours, then they'll never think about breaking it. On this point, I think someone on the other side will definitely see it too."