The gates of White City were opened, and the soldiers rushed in on horseback, still in shock. Gandalf also hurried to the leading general.

"Faramir, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Mithranda."

The man who took off his helmet breathed a sigh of relief, then he turned around and saw Fang Zheng driving Fenrir into the city gate, then drifted and stopped beside them.

"Thank you for your help, warrior."

Faramir dismounted and bowed respectfully to Fang Zheng.

"You're welcome. I'm free anyway."

Fang Zheng waved his hand and answered casually. Upon hearing his answer, Faramir suddenly looked embarrassed... How should he respond to this?

However, before Gandalf could say anything more to ease the atmosphere, Fang Zheng took out a book tube from his arms.

"This is a letter from the King of Rohan. They have seen the beacon fire of Minas Tirith and have already sent out their troops. They will stop at Dunharrow and rush to Gondor as soon as the soldiers gather."

"real?!"

Hearing this, Gandalf and Faramir both showed surprised expressions.

"How long will it take them to reach Minas Tirith?"

"Didn't I tell you? They just set out. They will gather at Dunharrow in two days and set off for Gondor on the third day."

"Eh? But... this book tube..."

Faramir looked at the book tube in Fang Zheng's hand, then looked at him in confusion, and the latter shrugged his shoulders.

"How can the speed of those cavalrymen compare with mine? Also, another purpose of my coming here this time is to determine the current situation of Minas Tirith, and then I have to go back and inform them."

"So, you mean to say that they had just set out, and you were already in Minas Tirith?"

Gandalf also felt incredible, and Fang Zheng nodded.

"That's about it, believe it or not."

"This is indeed the seal of the King of Rohan."

Although it was unbelievable, after carefully examining the book tube, Faramir nodded. He looked at the black steel object under Fang Zheng with some surprise.

"It's really hard to imagine, is this the power of magic?"

"This is science, not magic."

Fang Zheng waved his hand.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter... You guys just escaped, right? Tell me what the battle situation is like now? Has Zoro launched an attack? What kind of things are in the army?"

Hearing this, Faramir's face also became serious. He glanced at Fang Zheng, then nodded to him and Gandalf.

"This is not the place to talk, come with me."

Soon, the group arrived at a room in the castle, and Faramir told Fang Zheng about what his army had encountered. They originally thought that Sauron's army would attack from the north, so they sent several scouts to investigate, but they didn't expect that the enemy would not act as they thought, but took advantage of the thick fog to go downstream, landed on the river beach, and attacked from the back.

Unfortunately, there were no heavy machine guns in this era, and Normandy was impossible. Faramir's army was caught off guard. They fought from the early hours of the morning until noon, and finally had to retreat because they were outnumbered - what followed was what Fang Zheng saw.

According to Faramir's description, Sauron's army is mainly composed of Orcs, followed by the Ringwraiths. In fact, the Ringwraiths are far more threatening to them than the Orcs. Originally, relying on his familiarity with the environment, if Faramir wanted to, he could use guerrilla warfare to contain the Orcs' forces.

But the problem was that the other side had Ringwraiths who liked to cast AOE fear spells on everyone. The screams of the vicious monsters they controlled would make the soldiers have splitting headaches, feel unbearable pain, and feel fear in their hearts. In this situation, they simply couldn't fight well. So they had to choose to retreat.

"The Ringwraiths are indeed a trouble."

Fang Zheng nodded and glanced at Gandalf at the same time - to be honest, when watching the movie, Fang Zheng always felt that Gandalf's strength was very confusing. He was able to fight the Balrog on equal terms, but he seemed very weak when facing the Ringwraiths and was almost killed in just a few moves. Even if the opponent was the leader of the Ringwraiths, it was too cheap for him to surrender and wait for death in just a few moves.

In fact, the movie hardly shows Gandalf's powerful magic, which is why there is the joke that "the wizard just casts a flash and then goes up to whirlwind". After all, in the movie, whether facing the Balrog or expelling the Ringwraiths, Gandalf basically takes his staff, emits a white light, and then slashes with his sword.

At least Saruman controlled a raven and released a fireball.

Gandalf, this is really too cheap.

The most embarrassing battle was the one between Gandalf and Saruman in the first movie. Two wizards with immortal looks waved their staffs in the air, and then both sides cried "Ahhh" and turned over and over... Are you fighting or hip-hop dancing?

To be honest, the internal strength competitions in the martial arts TV dramas of the 1980s were more impressive than this.

"I would like you to stay here and help us defend Minas Tirith."

Faramir stared at Fang Zheng and made a sincere request. After all, Fang Zheng was the only one who could confront the Ringwraiths head-on and kill them easily. The strange abilities of the Ringwraiths seemed completely useless in front of this man. If he was there, the Ringwraiths would never dare to appear on the battlefield.

Once the assistance of the Ringwraiths is lost, the threat posed by Sauron's army will be greatly reduced.

"I'll be here for two days."

Fang Zheng gave an answer quickly.

"Before the Rohan reinforcements arrive, I must leave here and join them, and pass on the intelligence here. After all, this is why I came here."

"Okay, I understand... Then I still have to go see my father, so I'll take my leave now."

Faramir seemed a little disappointed after hearing Fang Zheng's answer, but he still maintained his composure, nodded, and turned away with the book tube. He not only had to inform the Regent of the fall of the city, but also the news that the Rohan reinforcements had set out - perhaps this would make the Regent feel better.

After Faramir left, Gandalf and Founder were the only ones left in the room. The latter casually picked up an apple on the table and took a bite, then looked at Gandalf.

"You're not going with us?"

"Hehe... The Regent does not welcome my presence."

Facing Fang Zheng's question, Gandalf shook his head with a helpless smile, while Fang Zheng shrugged his shoulders.

"Nonsense, I wouldn't like you either. They have worked hard for Gondor all their lives, and then you turn around and bring them a king, telling them that this is the supreme ruler of Gondor... I think the Regent has been quite polite by not putting you in prison."

"But the King will return."

Gandalf sighed and said firmly.

"So you think everyone else is stupid?"

Fang Zheng snorted softly.

"Just because you think others are fools doesn't mean they are willing to admit they are fools. Mr. Gandalf, you don't really think that if Aragorn returns to Minas Tirith and declares himself the son of Arathorn, a descendant of the royal family, the people of Gondor will kneel down and shout long live him, do you?"

Having said that, Fang Zheng took another bite of the apple.

"So I sympathize with the Regent. As the saying goes, kings and princes are born with blood. What's so great about bloodline? People without bloodline can still govern the country well, and even people with royal bloodline may mess up the country. Aragorn is a ranger, and he has never governed a country. Who knows where he will lead Gondor in the end? Maybe Gondor was not destroyed by Sauron, but was killed by Aragorn instead..."

"You don't know Aragorn. He has the qualities of a king..."

"It has nothing to do with me."

Fang Zheng took the last bite of the apple and looked at Gandalf again.

"To be honest, I'm just a stranger passing by. What happens to Gondor has nothing to do with me. I'll be leaving soon. So there's no point in you trying to convince me. You should convince the people of Gondor, the ministers, nobles, and officials, and let them admit that a northern ranger can be the ruler of Gondor... After all, the life and death of this place is none of my business, right?"

After saying this, Fang Zheng stood up, clapped his hands and walked out of the room. Only Gandalf remained there, silent.

The next day, Faramir did not appear, but he brought bad news.

The Regent was very angry about the loss of the riverbank and rebuked Faramir for not fulfilling his duty. As for the book tube of the King of Rohan that Faramir brought, the Regent regarded it as a lie. He did not believe that Rohan would come to help, and did not think that this place could be defended. So the Regent gave Faramir an order to go again to retake the riverbank from Sauron's orc army!

This was obviously an impossible task, because the place was now occupied by an army of Orcs, with more than tens of thousands of them, and Faramir simply did not have enough men. Attacking the city under such circumstances would simply be courting death.

But Faramir still accepted the regent's order and set out on a long journey with his men.

"Faramir, Faramir!!"

Looking at Faramir, who was dressed neatly and riding his warhorse through the street, Gandalf quickly pushed through the crowd and came to him.

"Your father has lost his mind. Don't let him die in vain!"

In response to Gandalf's dissuasion, Faramir replied in a low voice.

"If I don't go, where is my loyalty? This is the capital of the Númenor people. I will die with honor to defend her beauty, her antiquities, and her civilization."

Hearing this, Gandalf also sighed.

"Your father loved you, Faramir..."

However, at this moment, Fang Zheng came over and pushed him away.

"Come on, come on, if you can't speak, just don't speak, okay?"

After saying something to Gandalf, Fang Zheng looked at Faramir.

"Let me ask you, you are willing to die to prove your loyalty. Are you loyal to Gondor or to your father?"

"……?"

Faced with Fang Zheng's tricky question, Faramir didn't know how to answer for a moment. He stopped and looked at Fang Zheng in confusion.

“Is there any difference between the two?”

"certainly."

Fang Zheng spread his hands.

"If you are loyal to your father and are willing to die for him, then go ahead, no one can stop you. But if you want to defend Gondor and Minas Tirith, then you must reconsider your decision."

“…”

"Look around, Faramir."

Fang Zheng pointed at the people on the streets around him.

"Sauron's army is coming. Minas Tirith needs a capable person to lead and command. You are the son of the Regent King. You are the most qualified person. If you die, then the defense of Minas Tirith will be a mess. When Sauron's army arrives, how long do you think you can hold out here without a commander?"

“…”

Faramir spoke no words, but fell silent.

"Let me ask you, who will command and protect this city? The Regent? Gandalf? Or someone else? Who can do it? It's easy for you to die, just close your eyes and it's all over. You don't care about the flood after you die. If Minas Tirith is destroyed and everyone dies, and is made into soup by orcs, it won't matter to you, right?"

“…”

Hearing this, Faramir clenched his teeth, gripped the reins tightly in his hands, and still said nothing.

"Do you want to know how to solve it? Come on down, I'll give you a secret."

Fang Zheng smiled and waved at Faramir. The latter hesitated for a moment, then dismounted and came to Fang Zheng.

"What do you want to say?"

"Oh, I don't have anything to say, I just want to tell you... lie down for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Zheng punched Faramir in the stomach. The latter's eyes widened and his mouth opened. However, before he could shout out, Fang Zheng threw another right hook, and Faramir was knocked flying, hitting the wall and fainting.

Faced with this unexpected scene, the people around were suddenly in an uproar, while Fang Zheng clapped his hands and looked at the soldiers behind Faramir.

"If the Regent asks, just say that Faramir disturbed my interest, so I beat him up. He won't be able to get up for a while, and he will probably have to lie in bed until tomorrow... Of course, if the Regent doesn't ask, you can just pretend that it never happened."

After saying this, Fang Zheng waved his hand and turned to leave. The soldiers were stunned for a moment, then hurriedly dismounted and hurriedly carried Faramir away.

Gandalf shook his head as Fang Zheng left, but he was very grateful to Fang Zheng. Although his action was unexpected, it saved Faramir's life. As Fang Zheng said, at this critical moment, if there is no military commander who can convince the people to take command, then Minas Tirith will be in great trouble.

But this approach... Gandalf really had never thought of it.

but……

"What a strange man."

Looking at Fang Zheng's back in the distance, Gandalf couldn't help but sigh.