Chapter 395: Bloody Battle Bridgehead

Chen Fan had already expected this, because he wouldn't really treat the enemy as a foolish fool, otherwise he would be a fool himself.
"I hope it won't cause too serious pollution." Chen Fan took a deep breath, put aside the blood-stained mace, raised his left hand and bit hard, and then forced a drop of blood into the Anduin River under the bridge.
"Faramo!"
"in!"
"Keep your soldiers away from the river bank, I have cursed the river water."
"Yes."
Faramo immediately turned around to convey Chen Fan's orders to all the soldiers.
The soldiers stepped back away from the river bank. After a while, everyone was surprised to find that the river was glowing with a green light.
On the north and south sides of Hekou Town, countless half-orcs undead swarmed to the shore thinking they were smart, and then squeezed into the river.
But the strange thing is that these half-orcs undead squeezed into the river like a mud cow into the sea, and disappeared in an instant.
Jie Ling, who was commanding behind the scenes, discovered something was wrong and immediately ordered the army to stop crossing the river.
At this moment, at the darkest hour before dawn, the undead army of countless half-orcs on the east bank of the Anduin River gathered again like a tide.
Chen Fan looked far and saw many tall siege machines appearing in the Orcs army. Obviously, a small Anduin River could not stop them for long.
Even if Chen Fan can resist thousands of troops and horses by himself, he cannot hold the entire Anduin River that stretches for thousands of miles.
"Hey!!!" The roar of evil spirits resounded in the undead army, and that was the command of Jie Ling to attack. They must attack the Anduindu River Estuary fortress before dawn, otherwise, when the sun rises, the army of the undead will become roasted people unless they all dig into the ground.
It can only be said that the Undead Army has its strong advantages, but also its fatal weaknesses.
The battle started again, and the undead army of half-orcs flooded into the ruins of the scorched east bank.
This time, without the obstruction of the fire, the undead army of orcs directly knocked down all the ruined buildings in the way, and then a ladder truck and catapult were pushed up.
Chen Fan knew very well that these undead half-orcs could not be laid out on the other side of the river calmly, otherwise, once the opponent had erected the long ladder and catapult, the defenders of the West Bank would not be able to withstand the undead army, even if their morale burst.
"Faramo." Chen Fan shouted, lifting two huge weapons.
"Yes!" Faramo responded immediately: "What's your order?"
Chen Fan said: "I'll destroy those ladders and catapults. Please guard the bridge head before I return."
Faramo's face changed slightly and said, "My lord, this is too risky!"
Chen Fan said: "If I don't go, then you can only withdraw to Minas Tirith and hand over the ferry."
Faramo gritted his teeth and said, "My lord, please let us follow you!"
Chen Fan said proudly: "I'm enough alone, but it's just a burden to bring you."
Faramo can only smile and promise: "Please rest assured, my lord, we will hold on until you come back."
"If you really can't hold it, then retreat. After all, only alive can resist the attack of these dead people." Chen Fan walked slowly to the other side of the bridge.
Faramo immediately led the team to the bridgehead and watched Chen Fan silently as a tiger rushed into the flock, setting off a storm.
Countless half-orcs undead like the waves, one swarmed forward, but they could not drown his tall figure.
And wherever he went, the stumps of limbs flew all over the sky, like an efficient killing machine, harvesting these intrepid half-orcs undead.
But at the same time, more orcs undead found a chance to rush to the bridge, screaming and killing to the other side.
"The shield! The archer is ready!" Faramo shouted loudly.
The soldiers in the front row immediately erected a shield wall, and there were three rows of soldiers behind them to help.
When the undead half-orc rushed halfway through the bridge, Faramo decisively issued the order to release the arrow.
The intensive rain of arrows immediately shot the unobstructed half-orcs on the bridge into hedgehogs. Some roared and fell into the river and instantly lost their sound. Some stumbled and fell and were directly trampled on by the companions coming from behind.
Faramo's eyes lit up, and he immediately came to his mind and shouted at the adjutant: "Pour all our remaining barrels of fierce oil on the bridge, and the archers aim at the legs of these monsters!"
The archers standing on the shore immediately lowered their heads and aimed at the legs of the undead orcs, and another rain of arrows flew out, and immediately saw these undead orcs fall to the ground in groups , Causing a serious obstacle to the team behind the charge.
For a time, the entire bridge surface was covered with half-orcs undead like a gourd.
Then the undead half-orcs who rushed up behind had no time to brake, and they tripped countlessly, and fell into the river like dumplings.
Waiting for the dead orc in the front to get up again and charge again, but stepped into the oily area, and immediately flew into the river with a chuckle like ice skating...
Boom! ! !
Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the other side of the river, and a huge ladder truck fell sideways, smashing countless half-orcs underneath into mud.
Faramore was immediately overjoyed, but suddenly heard a roar from the sky, and when he looked up, he saw a black shadow rolling and flying down.
"Throwing stones! Be careful to avoid!" Faramore immediately shouted in horror.
In the next second, the huge rolling stone directly slammed into the archer's position, plowing a path of blood.
Only then did the archers recover, looking for cover to avoid throwing stones with horror.
At this time, the second wave of undead half-orcs surged onto the bridge, but this time the opposing commander seemed to have learned the lesson from the previous time and allowed these undead to push forward with heavy wooden shields.
Faramore's face became serious immediately, and the dead were not terrible, just because they were afraid of the dead.
Obviously the commander of the opponent is not stupid. UU Reading www.uukānshu.com only suffered from repeated setbacks because he had never directed the undead to fight wars. Now the opponent is finally willing to use his brain.
Now Faramo can no longer take tricks, and can only fight hard to the end.
Soon, the undead half-orcs advanced to the bridge head and slammed into the shield wall of the West Bank defenders.
"Strong, push!!!" Faramo shouted loudly: "Push all these dead bones down the river!"
Immediately I saw the two armies wrestling on the narrow bridge, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.
However, the bridge floor under the undead army of half-orcs was covered with oil, and it was not stable at all. Soon many shield-bearing half-orcs stumbled and fell, which triggered a chain reaction and caused the formation to collapse instantly.
"Kill!" Faramo immediately raised his spear and stabbed forcefully along the gap in the shield wall, driving all the dead orcs who had collapsed into the river.
Just as the morale of the humans was advancing like a rainbow, suddenly another sling roared into the human formation with a roar, and instantly tore a huge gap!