Chapter 9 Section 6 Bloody Battle of Palenno

It is a pity that it was not a half-orc chieftain or an ignorant bandit who led the attack on Gondor.The timing of this darkness receding was ill, long before the time his master had planned, fate temporarily stopped his attack, and the whole world became his enemy.Just as he stretched out his hand to take the reward, the fruits of victory slipped from his hands, but he was not defeated so easily.He still commanded innumerable armies, possessed great power, was Lord of the Ringwraiths, and possessed many weapons.So he left the city gate and disappeared into the darkness. Hussar King Xioden finally arrived on the road leading from the big river to the main gate.He turned his horse's head and rushed towards the main city a mile away.He slowed down the speed of the mount and began to look for the enemies who had left the team.His knights surrounded him in the very center, and Durham was among the guards.Near the city wall, Aiheim's subordinates were slashing wildly, completely destroying the siege devices, and driving the high-spirited siege troops into the burning trench.In a few hours, most of the Palennor plains were retaken, the enemy camps were in flames, and the orcs fled like driven prey, trying to get back to the river.The hussars of Rohan killed the enemy soldiers as if entering no one's land, but they did not completely defeat the enemy's offensive, nor did they take back the main gate. Many enemies still occupied the area in front of the gate, and the other side of the plain was still crowded. Full of undamaged enemy troops.To the south of the road was the main body of the Haradrins, and their cavalry were assembled under the banner of the chief, and he looked carefully, and saw in the morning light the coat of arms of the King of Hussars; At a distance, the guards around him were also very weak.Then, the leader of Haradrin let out a roar, unfurled the banner with a black snake flying over the blood-red land, and immediately led his elite warriors to the white horse and the king's banner on the green field.

The sight of the southerners pulling out their scimitars filled the battlefield with lights like stars. Only then did Theoden discover him.Hussar King was not a simple guy just waiting to die, he immediately roared and ordered Xuezong to rush forward.The troops on both sides rushed into each other with thunderous momentum, but the northern warriors were more furious, and their horsemanship and spear skills were much better than the southerners.Although the enemy is outnumbered, the hussars are like lightning that no one can stop, coming and going freely in the enemy's formation.Theoden stabbed the enemy general with his spear. Before the spear landed, the sword in his hand cut the enemy's battle flag and the officer's company flag in half, and the big black snake fell to the ground.When the enemy cavalry saw that the situation was wrong, they immediately turned around and ran away.

Just when Hussar King was full of ambition, the morning light began to dim, the weak light in the sky was once again covered, and darkness enveloped the earth.Horses panicked and people were thrown from their horses, wailing and falling to the ground. "Assemble! Assemble!" Theoden yelled, "Children of Eo, do not retreat! Fear not the dark!" But the terrified Snowmane stood upright, waving its front hooves in the air; then, it fell with a howl. When it came down, a black arrow was shot between its chest and abdomen, and the king of hussars was crushed under its body. Terrible black shadows descended from the sky like clouds, my God!It was a monster with wings: it looked like a strange bird of amazing size, with no feathers on its naked body, its wings were huge bat-like fleshy wings, and its fingertips had sharp horns.This may be a monster born in the ancient world. It lingered in the forgotten mountains and gave birth to this pure evil species under the cold moonlight.The Dark Lord took it and fed it with rotten flesh until it surpassed all flying creatures in size, and then the Lord of Darkness rewarded these monsters to his faithful servants.It swooped towards the ground at an extremely fast speed, then folded its wings, and landed steadily. Standing on the snowmane, it let out a hoarse cry, and bent its long, bald and hairless neck to look around.

Sitting on it was a dark, huge, and murderous figure.He wears a steel crown, but the place where his head should be is empty, only a strange light emerges from the position of his eyes—he is the King of Ringwraiths who has made a comeback.As the darkness faded, he summoned his mount, this time attacking again from the air.His presence brings despair and fear, and destroys the hope of victory in Gondor, and he holds a huge mace in his hand. Theoden was not forgotten by the crowd. Although the Royal Guards suffered heavy casualties, or were taken away because their horses lost control, there was still one person standing still in the chaos—that is Young Derhelm, whose loyalty surpassed fear, had tears in his eyes, for he loved the Hussar King like a father.Merry and him rode into the enemy's line in Wenfrea, but the steed left them in fear and galloped across the plain.Merry lay on the ground like a wild animal, and his extreme fear made him ignore the scene before him, feeling sick for a while.

"You are a subject of the King of Hussars! A subject of the King of Hussars!" He shouted in his heart: "You must stay with him, and you said you will treat him like a father." But his mind was still full of Confused, his body couldn't stop shaking, he didn't dare to open his eyes or raise his head. In this boundless darkness, he seemed to hear the voice of Durham speaking.Under the circumstances, the voice was rather strange, reminding him of another person he had met. "Go away, Wraith, Lord of Carrion! Let the dead rest in peace!" A cold voice replied, "Don't stop the Nazgul from striking at his prey! Otherwise he won't just kill you, he will take you to Blasted land, let your flesh and blood be devoured, and your soul suffer eternally before the magic eye." With a clang, Durham drew his sword. "Do whatever you want, but I will try my best to stop you!" "Stop me? Stupid, no hero in the world can stop me!" In this moment of life and death, Meri heard the strangest voice.Durham seemed to be laughing, and it was as crisp as steel knocking. "I am not a hero! There is a woman before you—I am Eowyn, daughter of Eowyn.

Your object is my king and my father, if you are not immortal, then go away!Regardless of whether you are a living person or an evil ghost, if you dare to touch a hair of his, I will cut you into pieces and you will never be reborn forever! "The monster roared at her, but the Ringwraith hesitated, silently making no response.Merry's surprise at the sight overshadowed his fear, and he opened his eyes to find he could see again.The monster was just a few steps away from him, and the figure of the Lord of the Ringwraiths was riding on it like a collection of pure despair.Not far to the left of it was Éowyn who called herself Derhelm.

She took off the helmet she used to hide her identity, her golden hair was blowing in the wind, her gray eyes looked straight ahead, tears from the past hung on her cheeks.She holds the sword in one hand, and raises the shield in the other hand to block the possible attacks of the enemy. She is Eowyn, and Derheem too!Merry's mind flashed that face at Dunharlow, full of determination that life is as good as life, and death is not to be feared.He suddenly felt very moved and surprised, and the unique courage of his race was also awakened. He clenched his fists tightly, he could not let such a beautiful and determined person die!At least, she couldn't die alone in this situation.

The enemy's face was not facing him, but he still didn't dare to make any exaggerated movements.He slowly, slowly crawled to the other side, and the black shadow general was puzzled and worried by the woman in front of him, and just dismissed him like a bug in the mud. Suddenly the monster flapped its hideous wings and blew a foul-smelling air; it leaped into the air again, swooped down, and pecked and clawed at Éowyn with a scream. She remained fearless, a daughter of hussars and a member of the royal family, as beautiful as she was deadly.She swung her sword in the blink of an eye, and accurately hit the enemy.She cut off the monster's elongated neck completely, and its ugly head rolled to the ground.

When it hit the ground with a loud crash, she jumped back nimbly, watching calmly as the hideous creature thumped to the ground, the shadow receding as it died.Eowyn was enveloped in light, and the golden light of the rising sun shone down on her shining golden hair. The black knight stepped out of this mass of indistinct flesh and blood, his tall body exuding an astonishing murderous aura.The Nazgold's roar was like venom, causing all bystanders to turn away and be dizzy; at the same moment, he mercilessly swung his huge mace at Éowyn.Under this heavy blow, her shield was immediately covered with cracks, and the arm holding the shield was also broken, and she staggered and fell to her knees because she couldn't hold back the momentum.The black knight approached step by step, his eyes were shining with ice, ready to give her another fatal blow.

But suddenly he uttered a cry of pain, and fell forward unsteadily, the mace missed the mark and struck the ground. Merry's sword stabbed from behind him, pierced the black cloak, entered the gap between the black armor, and severed the tendons in his knees. "Eowyn! Eowyn!" Merry yelled.Then, barely raising her body, with the last of her strength, she thrust the sword into the place between the crown and the cloak.The sword exploded into pieces, and the crown rolled to the ground with a bang.Éowyn fell on top of the enemy's corpse... Amazingly, the cloak and armor were empty!They were broken and scattered all over the place, and the shrill and miserable howls went straight to the sky. The weak sound dissipated in the air under the breeze, and disappeared in this era since then.

Meriadock the hobbit stood blinking among the corpses, like an owl unaccustomed to the light.His sight was completely covered by tears, and through the mist, he looked at the beautiful Eowyn lying motionless on the ground, and the Hussar King who died suddenly at the most glorious moment of his life. .Snowmane had already rolled away during the previous painful struggle, but it became the murderer who killed its master. Merry bent down to kiss his hand.But Theoden opened his eyes unexpectedly, and spoke with great effort: "Farewell, Mr. Habitra!" he said. "My body is failing, and I want to be reunited with my ancestors. Even in the presence of great ancestors, I will not have the slightest shame. I cut Down with the Black Snake, a dark morning brings a day of joy, and a glorious sunset!" Merry sobbed, speechless. "My lord, please forgive me," he said at last, "I disobeyed your orders, and there is nothing I can do but stand before you and cry." The aged king laughed: "Don't be sad! I Forgive you a long time ago, courage is not overlooked. May you live happily ever after, and when you happily smoke your pipe, don't forget me! It seems impossible for us to sit in the palace and listen You explained where those herbs came from." He closed his eyes, and Merry bowed deeply.Then he said again, "Where is Eowyn? My world has begun to darken. I wish to see him before I die. He must inherit my throne. I have something to say to Eowyn, She won't let me leave her, and now I can't see her for the last time, what a pity! She is closer to me than my own daughter..." "Your Majesty, Your Majesty," Merry said intermittently, "she just ──” However, at that moment, a huge sound surrounded them, and the horns of the entire battlefield seemed to sound.Merry looked around, completely forgetting that she was on the battlefield. It seemed that several hours had passed since King Theoden fell.In fact, this is only a short ten minutes.Only then did he realize that they might be drawn into a new battle. Enemy reinforcements came rushing up from the great river, Morgul's troops rushed from under the city walls, and Haradrin's infantry and cavalry assembled for the battlefield, and there was a huge figure behind their ranks.Éomer assembled all the hussars to charge again, and all the warriors of Gondor rushed out, and the swan knight of Dol Amroth took the lead, killing the enemy before the main gate without mercy. At this time, there was only one thought in Merry's mind: "Where is Gandalf? Is he not here? Can he save the Hussar King and Éowyn?" The guards also suppressed the panicked mounts again, and then gathered here.They looked at the monster's body in amazement, and even the horses were unwilling to approach it.Éomer jumped off his horse, and stood beside the Hussar King inexplicably in grief and indignation. A hussar took the royal banner from Guslav, the standard-bearer who died in battle, and held it high in the sky.Theoden slowly opened his eyes and motioned to hand over the banner to Éomer. "Long live, King of Riders!" said Theoden. "To your victory! Say goodbye to Éowyn for me!" He did not know that Éowyn was with him until his death.The surrounding soldiers wailed loudly, "King Theoden! King Theoden!" Eomer said: No need to be overly sad!The king is dead, it is fate.Women will weep for him when the mound rises.We must once again enter the battlefield! But he himself was full of tears. "The Praetorian Guard stay," he said, "and let him leave the field with honor and not be trampled upon! Yes, and all the Hussar princes who died fighting here." He inspected the bodies of the fallen soldiers, Remembering their names, he then walked up to his sister Eowyn, recognizing her face.With tears all over his face, he stood there dumbfounded and was hit hard again.His face was pale, full of anger, and he couldn't say anything. Then, he yelled frantically: "Eowyn, Eowyn! Why are you here? What's going on? Death, death, death everywhere! Death has taken everything from me!" He came without waiting for the friendly troops in the city to arrive. Go to the front of the troops, blow the horn, and shout the order for the whole army to assault.His mournful voice echoed across the battlefield: "It is better to fight than to die! Let us run to the end of the world!" The hussars attacked, but the people of Rohan no longer sang, they all shouted in unison : "It's better to fight!" Like a dark flood, it passed the place where the Hussar King died in battle and rushed to the south. Meriadock the hobbit was still standing there blinking blankly, no one paid attention to him, and no one even noticed him at all.He wiped away his tears, and stooped to pick up the green shield Éowyn had given him, and hoisted it on his back.Then he began to look for the sword with which he stabbed the enemy.When he stabbed with the sword, even the hand holding the sword was paralyzed, and now he can only use his left hand to work.His weapon was right in front of him, but the part of the blade kept smoking like a dead branch inserted into the fire, and the metal part slowly melted right in front of him, turning into a wisp of blue smoke. The sword of Gumugang and the treasures of the Western royal family were destroyed in this way.It was a sword with a long history, forged hammer by hammer in the days of the Dundain in their heyday, when their enemy was the Witch-King of Angmar.However, if he knew that even the most powerful fighter back then could not deal such a heavy blow to the enemy like him, maybe he would feel very relieved! The king of hussars was lifted up, and the cloak was tied to the butt of the spear as a stretcher, and they were ready to carry him back.The others gently lifted Éowyn and followed the body of the Hussar King, but at this moment, they could not carry away all the corpses of the Hussar King's people.Seven knights of the Imperial Guard were killed here, and captain Diowyn was among them.Everyone first moved the corpses away from the enemy and the monster, and planted spears around them.Later, when everything was over, people returned to this place and burned the corpse of the monster with a fire.As for Snowmane, they dug a grave for her, and set upon it a tombstone, inscribed in the language of Gondor and of the Hussars: A faithful servant, but the master's doom, an offspring of light hooves, a snowmane who comes and goes like the wind. Snowmane's tomb was covered with green and long grass, but the place where the corpse of the monster was burned was always scorched and black. A sad Meili slowly followed the body transporter back, no longer concerned about the battle situation.He was tired and sad, and his limbs were trembling as if he had received a cold.There was a storm of rain blowing from the sea, and all things seemed to weep for Theoden and Éowyn, and the gray tears quenched the burning flames of the city.In this torrential rain the vanguard of Gondor charged forward, and Inrahir, king of Dol Amroth, reined in before them and stopped. "Men of Rohan, what burdens do you carry?" he asked. "It is King Theoden," they answered, "he is dead. King Eomer now leads his army, and he and the white banner are again in battle." Imrahil dismounted and knelt with tears in his eyes. Beside the stretcher, pay homage to the great achievements of the Hussar King.He stood up, startled at the sight of Éowyn. "Is this a woman?" he said. "Have the women of Rohan come to our aid? "No! Only she," they answered. "She is Princess EOWIN, sister of EOMER. We did not know until a short time ago that she came here with us, and regretted it!" Inla Hill noticed her beautiful face, couldn't help but bent down to admire her pale and cold face, and touched her hand at the same time. "Men of Rohan!" he cried. "Aren't there any doctors among you? She was badly wounded, but I think she might survive." He brought his shiny shoulderplates close to hers. nose.God!There was a very thin mist covering it. "You must find someone as soon as possible!" He immediately sent one of his knights back to the city to find helpers. After bowing deeply to the fallen, he immediately got on his horse and rode to the battlefield. The battle on the Palenno Plain changed from a one-sided surprise attack to a bloody battle; the sound of various blades clashing was deafening, mixed with the shouts of people and the neighing of horses.Horns and horns blared endlessly, and there was a deep roar as they were driven into battle.Under the city wall to the south of the main city, the warriors of Gondor were engaged in a fierce battle with the Morgul troops who clung to the place, and the cavalry in the city rushed to the west to support Eomer: Hurin the Great, Ser Rosanaki, Green Hill Horuen the Great, King Imrahil, and all the Swan Riders were in this army. They happened to save the hussars of Rohan, for Éomer was in a hard fight, and anger made him choose wrongly.His violent charge completely crushed the enemy's vanguard, and a large number of hussars rushed into the enemy's formation murderously, causing the southern knights to fall off their horses, and the infantry scattered in all directions; retreating, so that the mammoths were not attacked at all, and the Haradrin used them as a regrouping ground.At first the hussars were only at a disadvantage of one to three, but the situation became worse later on, because a new force came from the direction of Osgilias.The original purpose of these troops reorganizing here was to wait for the general's order, and after the city was broken, they burned and looted Minas Tirith.Although the general was killed, the deputy general of the Morgul, Cosmo, took over the command and sent these reserves to the battlefield.These were the Easterners with axes, the Varyrians of Kander, the Southerners in red and red armor, and dark-skinned wildlings from Far Harad, who looked as horrible as a mixture of trolls and humans. .Some had circled to the rear of the hussars, while others were forming formations to the west, preparing to prevent the troops of Gondor from joining them. At the very moment when daylight was growing and Gondor's faith was shaken, another cry came from the city.It was only the time of Shangshi, when a strong wind blew, the rain turned to the north, and the sun showed its face.Under this clear sky, the watchmen on the walls saw new horrors, and the last hope disappeared. From where the great river Anduin lay at the turn of Harrond, the people of the city could see all the way, and those with good eyesight could spot any approaching ship.At a glance, they uttered a desperate cry: On the sparkling river, a black fleet sailed. These huge giant ships had an astonishing number of oars, and their black masts fluttered against the wind. "Here are the pirates of Umbar!" the people shouted. "The pirate ships of Umbar! Behold! The pirates of Umbar are coming! Belfalas has been taken, Esther and Lambenin must be fallen. Now The pirates are preparing to attack us! This is really the last warning sign of the end!" As there was no command in the city, the panicked people fled in all directions, some sounded the alarm, and some issued orders to retreat. "Get back to the city!" they yelled. "Get back to the city! Get back to the city before you are surrounded!" But the strong wind that made the black ship sail fast, all the warnings were blown away. The hussars didn't need these warnings at all, they could see the black sails clearly.Iomo was only a mile away from Harlond, with the enemy they had encountered before them, and the port behind them, and the reinforcements that had just appeared from the enemy separated him from King Imrahir's army.He looked at the river, and the hope in his heart began to fade. The strong wind that he had once blessed was now the evil wind that he regarded as a curse.On the contrary, the morale of Mordor's troops was greatly boosted, and they launched more powerful offensives one after another. EMer finally calmed down, so that he could think carefully about the situation in front of him.He ordered the blowing of the trumpet, and the assembly of all the troops under his banner.Because at this time he secretly decided to gather all his troops, build a shield wall on the plain, and fight until the last soldier, even if no one remembers the name of Hussar King anymore.So he rode up to a green hill, planted the commander's banner, and the emblem of the white horse fluttered in the wind. From doubt and darkness all the way to dawn, I sang and brandished my sword under the blue sky. I fought bloody battles and killed countless enemies: This is the last battle, rather let the blood stain the earth! He read the verses with a smile.Once again, the fire in his chest was lit again.And he was unscathed, he was young and strong, and he was king of hussars: the king of a people who were dying.He laughed and looked at those giant black ships, holding up his sword, ready to resist them. The sight in front of him shocked him, and despair was replaced by ecstasy—he threw the sword into the sky, and caught it with a long cry, all eyes were looking in the same direction as him.behold!The first great ship sailed to the port and unfurled a great banner. When she sailed towards Harrond, the strong wind blew the banner. The banner was embroidered with the holy white tree, which is the symbol of Gondor, but beside it It is still shrouded in seven stars, and above it is a towering crown.This is the emblem of the Emperor Elendil that no one has seen in hundreds of years! The stars on it shone in the sun, for they were jewels embroidered by Elrond's daughter Arwen.The crown shone brightly in the morning light, for it was embroidered with mithril and gold. Appearing in front of everyone is Aragorn, the heir of Isildur, who came to Gondor by the sea wind through the way of the dead! The hussars rejoiced, and the panicked horns and bells in the city turned into a symphony of celebration.The hosts of Mordor were bewildered, wondering why their ships should carry the enemy; The knights of Dol Amroth headed straight eastward, in hot pursuit of their fleeing foes: the Viryrians, the Orcs who hated the sun, and the dark wildlings all fled.Éomer galloped southward, and the enemies threw away their armor and armor when they saw him, and they dared not fight, but in the end these enemies had nowhere to escape.The reinforcements of Gondor poured out from the port of Harund, and swept towards the enemy like a gale. Legolas, Gimli with the axe, Helbara with the banner, and the star diamond Elaydan and Elrohor at the forehead, and the Dundanites, the rangers of the north, by a hundred, went to battle; and after them came Lambannin, Lamidon, and valiant warriors from the southern lords .Aragorn was first, and ran at the head of the procession; he held the flame of the west, the sword of Anduril, reforged and made brighter, and on his forehead he wore the star of Elendil. At last EMer and Aragorn were reunited in battle, and they clashed their swords and looked at each other with joy. "We meet again, though all the hosts of Mordor stand against us!" said Aragorn. "Didn't I say so at the Hornhold?" "You did say so," said Éomer, " But I still couldn’t believe it at the time, and I didn’t know that you were a man with the ability to predict. Today, the righteous side encountered unexpected help twice, and I’m so happy to see you!” The two exchanged enthusiastically Embrace and pat each other. "You came just in time!" said Eomer. "You're definitely not too early, old friend. We've seen a lot of sacrifice and mourning." Avenge us!" said Aragorn, and the two returned to the battle side by side. They had a very hard battle ahead of them, for the Southerners were quite valiant and surprisingly tough when cornered; the Easterners were more experienced and tougher, and never surrendered.Therefore, in the ruins of the barn, on the hills, and beside the corpses, they kept regrouping and launching counterattacks. Finally, the sun finally set behind Lu'an Mountain in Mingdu, dyeing the whole sky red, all the hills seemed to be stained with blood, the river was red, and the grasslands of Paliano were also red.At this time, the great battle in Paliano was finally over. Except for the bodies that fled, died in battle, or drowned in the river, there were no living enemies inside the walls of Lamas.Few fled back to Mordor or Mordor, and there was only one legend in the land of the Haradrin, and that was of the horror of the wrath of Gondor. Aragorn, EMer, and Imrahir rode toward the main gate of the city, too weary to feel joy or sorrow.All three survived unharmed, a combination of extreme luck, skill and courage.Few, it is true, dared to block their way when they were angry; yet many warriors were badly wounded, or died in battle on the plains of Palennor.When Folong got off his horse and fought alone, he was hacked to death by the enemy with an axe; brothers Dunlin and Dilufen of Mosong led the archers to get close to Shooting Eye, but they were trampled to death; He Luen could never return. Grimble couldn't reunite with his family when he went to his hometown of Pinas Gerin, and the ranger Heerbara couldn't return to the northern kingdom.The lives lost in this great war are incalculable, and no poem can fully describe the horrors of today.It was many years before a poet of Rohan sang the Mound of Mundenberg: We hear the trumpets in the mountains ringing, and the swords of the southern kingdoms flash. The galloping horse gallops towards Rock City like a strong wind in the morning, and the flames of war are ignited. Theoden, captain of the cavalry, was slain, and the great son of Sejel could never return to the golden palaces and green pastures of the north. Hardin and Guslav, Denhir and Diowin, Grimber the Mighty, Horbara and Sirubran, Horn and Fasla, died in far-off lands; their bones lay in Mongolia The tomb of Den Burg, with their comrades in arms, the warriors of Gondor. Horuen will not return to the hills by the sea, nor will old Furlong return to the valley full of flowers, nor will Anaki return home in triumph, nor will the tall archers, Dilufen and Dunlin. Back to the dark river, the Mosong Valley below the mountain is no longer their abode. From dawn to sunset, death is always with us, and the king must bow his head. They all sleep in Gondor beside the river. At this time, the grayness is like tears, shining with silver light, but it was bright red in the past: Reflecting the blood-red sunset and blood, the beacon fire in the mountains was rekindled at sunset, and the dew on Lamas Anche turned bright red.