Although the word "contribution" clearly appears in the conditions for achieving the main task, many numberers who have not been exposed to this thing did not know how precious it is before.

Hu Bin knew very clearly how difficult these contributions were to obtain. The previous contributions in the Fenghuo mission could be said to be the effect of favorability, but the one-thousand obtained in the naval battle was entirely due to luck and strength.

After that, even if Hu Bin completed a dangerous task like counterattacking Aocheng Fortress, he would have obtained less than 30,000 contribution, and the contribution reward in the attack supply line mission was even less pitiful. With the obsession of the orc army, before the war, Hu Bin did not even complete half of the main line contribution requirements, which was very different from what he had expected before.

I thought that when Baicheng's offensive and defensive battle, the accumulation speed of contribution would have a qualitative leap, but the facts gave all numberers a heavy blow. Take Hu Bin himself for example. The crazy shooting on the second-level city wall consumed most of Hu Bin's arrow reserves. He and his subordinates also killed no less than 20000 half-beast soldiers, but the contribution had only increased by more than 20,000. If this calculation continues, Hu Bin must kill at least 5,000 more ordinary half-beast soldiers to complete the main task.

Fortunately, in addition to killing the orcs, the numberers have other ways to achieve contribution. For example, when the wild wolf brought a group of people to resist the enemy with the crazy potion of Lord Dai'er, the numberers who went and survived gained a lot of contribution. However, the price paid for this was that the numberers of about 60 people in half a squadron were about to come back alive. Less than half of them came back alive.

Now, because Hu Bin invested a lot of tinder oil, the orc offensive in the corridor was delayed for a short time. Hu Bin found that he had received more contributions to the battlefield than those obtained by killing one hundred orcs. Other numberers also discovered this. They were just passively guarding the end of the corridor, and their contributions were increasing little by little. This corridor that was easy to defend and difficult to attack was actually a treasure land for making contributions. But the premise was that they were not captured by the orcs. Now, even for the sake of contributions, the numberers of Gondor would have to defend this place to the death.

Lawrence and many dark camp numberers also arrived outside the corridor, but they did not dare to get close to any step. The orc elites who were attacking in front had already told them with the fact that the slope was simply a road to hell. Before they were absolutely sure, any rash move was a move to death.

"It's very difficult to deal with. The space there is too small. No matter how many troops are invested, it's difficult to expand the formation. If you guess correctly, the numberer on the opposite side must be firmly guarding the end of the corridor. At that time, as long as you resist for a moment, something like boiling oil will be poured on the city walls on both sides." A numberer who arrived early witnessed the failure of the orc elites on his side's side's strong attack and basically introduced the situation to Lawrence. When the numberer who heard these, all of them turned pale, they finally knew where the strange smell in the air came from.

"Where are you using a strong crossbow to advance step by step?" Bieber suggested next to him, but it was quickly rejected.

"The shooting angle in the corridor is too small. The Gondor people actually built the shooting hole into a diagonal downward style. We can't see the guys showing their heads. The shield guard at the end seems to be difficult to break their defense with a strong crossbow, and if there is no shield defense, the crossbowman has no ability to survive in the corridor." The numberer before said helplessly.

"Lawrence, what are you going to do?" Bieber turned around and looked at Lawrence. At this time, only he could think of something.

"The method is very simple. Use the lives of the half-beast soldiers to fill it. The defenders will definitely not have a lot of turbulence, and they will use up all in a few rounds. At that time, as long as we expand the formation through the narrow area, our number advantage will play a role." Lawrence added meaningfully: "We still have a lot of time to play with the opponent."

Hearing this, the faces of the numbers nearby were obviously relieved a lot. Obviously, they knew something.

The Orc commander in charge of siege again ordered a team of soldiers to attack the corridor, but soon the orc elite lost most of them and retreated. In less than a minute, they all rushed into the corridor. The defenders ignited the originally cooled turbulent oil on the ground, burning the attacking enemy together with the corpses in the corridor to char.

Before the flames in the corridor were completely extinguished, the second team of orcs launched an attack again, but were poured with hot oil again, and then the oil was ignited by the unextinguished Mars. This time, no one escaped.

The smoke, stench, and the heat were burning. The environment in the corridor became more and more cruel, and the pressure on the orcs to attack was getting greater and greater. Their consecutive attacks failed and they had wasted nearly half an hour of their precious time.

Seeing this, even Lawrence could not sit still. Gondor's defenders obviously did not care about the consumption of tincture oil and devoted themselves to the defense of the corridor without hesitation. It seemed that the reserves were not as scarce as Lawrence expected.

"Bieber, go and bring everyone to collect some wood or something that can be burned underneath. If there is water, collect some, and then gather the numberers of the wind system. I will give you half an hour. No matter how much material you collect, you will return here in half an hour." Lawrence rubbed his temples and said. Since the other party used fire to attack in the corridor, the best way is to use a lot of water to resolve it. However, the Gondor side did a good job in clearing the wilderness, and the dark side had no way to collect a large amount of water in a short time. Therefore, Lawrence was preparing to attack fire with fire and use smoke and dust to force the retreating defenders.

During the half hour when Bieber took his men away, the Orc Commander, who was about to be driven crazy, launched several sieges again, but there was no progress except for adding many charred corpses to the corridor. Even if the commander personally supervised the battle, he only suffered a mild burn.

The numberers of the Gondor camp finally had a chance to breathe. They had been tense since the orc siege and kept fighting and shifting, knowing that they had the opportunity to take a good rest now. The orcs' offensives did not work. Although they were still vigilant, they could also take a short rest in turn. The strong defense in the corridor gave them enough confidence. As time went by, the large contributions were also satisfied. Morale accumulated little by little among the numberers, and they had completely gotten rid of the frustration of being beaten and ran away before. They were becoming more and more adapted to the enemy's attack.

The firm figures of Yongquan guards still stood at the front. The originally smooth and visible shield surface was covered with traces seen by the orcs. The dry blood on the spear told the fall of enemies one by one. The only thing that remained unchanged was the cold expressions on the faces of the guards and the hands holding the weapons steadily. It seemed that the previous fight had no effect on them.

Hu Bin has been replaced from the defensive array below. Although Yongquan guards were in front, the continuous excitement still made him feel a little tired. There are still many numberers who have not won the defensive position waiting to change defenses. After all, the most contributions were made in that position. Hu Bin couldn't keep occupying the end of the corridor, so he simply took his men back to the city wall. The empty defense line was immediately replaced by other numberers.

"Bad news, Reed!" Polomir said with the news that had just been passed down from the upper level. "Rohan's reinforcements were ambushed halfway. Although they solved the ambush, their itinerary was delayed a lot. It seems that we have to rely on ourselves."

"The Lune's army did not have enough supplies to move there. The main force of Sauron's orc army attacked Baicheng here, and they were the only ones who could ambush Rohan's reinforcements." Hebrew said from the side. He did not need to have a headache for contribution, so he stayed by Polomire with the other two lords. Obviously, he also knew the news.

"It seems that the numberers of the dark side have invested a lot of money! I said why didn't they bring too many subordinates to the siege? It turned out that they were all sent to the north to block Luo Han's reinforcements. If you guessed correctly, the number of wolf cavalry ambushed Luo Han's cavalry was a large number of wolf cavalry!" Hu Bin felt a little uncomfortable. Although he had successfully resisted the orc attack now, everyone knew that this was only temporary. Sooner or later, the turmeric oil would be exhausted by a single attack, and the numberers on the opposite side would not let them spend the rest of the time.

"Yes, Rohan encountered a group of wolf cavalry. It is logical that the Orc army could not be divided there. But there was indeed an enemy who escaped our sight and ambushed in the north. If this news was not sent back by the nearby Rangers, I even thought it was an excuse for the Kingdom of Rohan to deliberately delay. If they did not arrive on time, the time and sacrifice we had earned to counterattack the Ao City Fortress would be in vain." Polomir did not hide his concerns.

"Didn't we successfully defend this place? Those orcs have been blocked outside for more than an hour. We can rely on this place to delay until the arrival of reinforcements." Lord Dai'er's optimistic attitude made Hu Bin and Hebrew smile bitterly.

"How much tincture oil do we have left?" Hu Bin asked Polomir.

"The appearance of four or five barrels is still sufficient now, but it is consumed very quickly." Polomir did not have the optimistic view as Daer Lord. The orcs were already launching the ninth attack. Because the attack was very frequent, the heating of the turmeric oil could not keep up, which made the boiling oil lose the lethality of the high temperature.

"Let's save money from now on. We will take advantage of the opportunity to deceive the orcs to launch a general attack to make them ruthlessly, so that the time for heating the oil can keep up." Although Hu Bin knew that doing so would put a lot of pressure on the Yongquan guards on the front line, in order to stick to the defense line here for as long as possible, tincture oil and other materials should be used carefully.

"Lawrence, the other party's tincture seems to be running out." Bieber and others brought back the wood and other combustible materials collected during this period, but the orcs were launching an attack, and the numberers were not easy to act for a while. The numberers on the dark side were lucky to find a deep well that had not yet dried up in the square on the first floor, where the numberers obtained a lot of water.

"Very good, we can start the action next." Seeing the Orc commander constantly increasing troops to the front line, and the Gondor defenders had to pour tinder oil again, Lawrence knew that the attack was about to end again. "Tell the Scar Chief to let their people come in with this fuel, and next time I attack, I need more fire and smoke in the corridor."

"No problem." Bieber had guessed Lawrence's plan. The orcs with fuel were basically sacrificed as living fuel, but Bieber believed that the Scar Chief, who was commanding the orc attack, would not refuse this suggestion.

Soon, the defenders of Gondor discovered something was wrong. The orcs launched an attack again too early. Before the temperature in the corridor had completely dropped, a group of orcs carrying bags rushed into the corridor.

The captain of the soldier guarding the city wall did not rashly use tinder oil to defend, but quickly reported the abnormality to Polomir.

"The numberer on the opposite side finally took action. It seems that they also wanted to consume us with fire attack, but they actually came up with a countermeasure so quickly. The guy named Lawrence you mentioned is indeed a little brainy." Hu Bin was a little surprised when he heard the news. He originally thought that the enemy would not be able to make an incoming before his side was exhausted, but it is hard to say now. If thick smoke and dust float in, it would cause great trouble to the soldiers guarding the city.

"Is there any way?" Hebrew asked worriedly.

"Haha." Hu Bin turned around with a smile and said to Polomir: "Polomir, don't use this attack or defend this time, please."

"What are your plans?" Polomir asked curiously.

"Since the enemy wants to use fire attack, let them use it. Let Ross and the others retreat. The next play is not suitable for them to act."

Polomir had some questions about Hu Bin's words, but he trusted Hu Bin and recalled the Yongquan guards.

"Let's go and mobilize all the numberers. Maybe the opportunity to make contributions is here!" Hu Bin took Ta Dun and Lin to walk down.

Without the resistance of tinder oil, the orcs and the humans guarding at the end of the corridor broke out in a fierce confrontation, while the archers on the city walls tried hard to fire arrows to reduce the number of orcs in the corridor. In the end, the defenders repelled the attack. The orcs left many corpses and voluntarily retreated from the corridor.

"It's time to start. Bieber, bring our people with you and gather a group of volunteers. We are going to prepare for a strong attack." Lawrence gathered the numberers when he found that the flammable materials in the corridor had accumulated a lot.

"Lawrence, we are not sure if the opponent has exhausted the tincture. Wouldn't we test it a few times before launching an attack?" Bieber hesitated. Lawrence's bold move this time was not as good as his usual cautious personality.

"Bieber. How much contribution have you made on the battlefield?" Lawrence showed a rare look of distress at this time.

"Not halfway, what's wrong?"

"Then do you think others contribute more or less than you?" Lawrence continued.

"I don't think there are many more people than me." Bieber felt something was wrong, and he finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Yes. As allies, the orcs are numerous and powerful. In this siege, this is our advantage and our disadvantage." Lawrence stopped speaking and asked Bieber to digest the meaning of these words.

"You mean..." Bieber suddenly raised his head and stared at Lawrence.

"Yes, it's certain that the longer we delay in this place, the smaller the chance of completing the main mission. If the orcs finally capture this place, we will probably never be able to get additional contribution rewards."

"So you let our numberers attack as soon as possible!"

"Yes, if you guess correctly, the longer the numberers on the opposite side will resist, the more contribution they will gain, so they will stay opposite the corridor from the beginning. It is obvious that if there is no sufficient benefit to drive them, they will not expose themselves to danger." Before Lawrence finished speaking, Bieber couldn't wait to summon people.

"Space will not allow us to enjoy the fruits of our lives. If we want to live well, we have to put our lives on the gambling table to fight." Lawrence said softly. He has always given other people the impression that he is cautious and cherishes his life. In fact, Lawrence is not afraid of fighting for his own lives, but has not yet encountered a time when he really needs to fight for his own lives. What others don't know is that when a wise man fights for his own lives, he will be crazyer than anyone else.

"Quick, we will take advantage of the opportunity that the people on the other side are affected by the smoke, so wet wipes are all ready." A numberer shouted with a loud voice, while the numberer on the dark side who was preparing to attack handed over their masked wipes.

"It seems that this little water is not enough!" said a numberer who saw the bucket that quickly bottomed out.

"Haha! You won't put some water on your own." The loud number in charge of soaking water stared at the other party's crotch and laughed. After hearing this, the others burst into laughter.

"Good idea!" The numberer was not angry. In everyone's surprised eyes, he took his mask and left. Other numberers who had not received water looked at each other and looked for a place to solve the problem. After all, this was much better than being choked by the hot smoke and dust on the battlefield later.

"Get together!" Bieber shouted.

"Everyone knows why we are so eager to attack, so we can use all our means. If there is regret at that time, it will be more than worth the loss." Lawrence said in front of everyone gathered. He was wearing scales and weighed the weight of the big shield in his hand and tried to shrink his body behind it. This time Bieber may not be able to protect himself.

"Hey! Even Boss Lawrence is trying hard, we can't be too cowardly, right?" The one Lawrence below teased loudly, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

"Please tell General Scar that you can set fire now." Lawrence saw that everyone was ready and casually said to a half-orc elite beside him.

"I'm waiting for your good news!" The orc tried to bless him in a common word before leaving. He felt that at least the courage of these mercenaries was commendable.

A group of wind-type numbers have been waiting at the entrance of the corridor. They are responsible for blowing smoke and dust to the side of the Gondor defenders. As for the future, it depends on their own efforts.

A team of half-orc crossbowmen brought rockets to the entrance of the corridor and ignited the flammable materials piled up in the corridor. As the fire grew, thick smoke gradually gathered in the corridor.

Looking at the figure of the Gondor defender who was slightly blurred due to the high temperature across the corridor, Lawrence gave the order coldly.
Chapter completed!