Chapter 112: Difficult Perseverance
After the first round of fierce battles, although the Jianghu Alliance successfully resisted the surging attack of the mysterious forces, it also suffered considerable losses like a lonely boat in the storm. The original tranquility and peace in the sect were broken, replaced by a tense and exhausted atmosphere. Every corner was filled with a solemn atmosphere, as if a thick layer of haze was pressing on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe.
Lin Feng stood quietly on the city wall, his figure looked particularly lonely and resolute in the afterglow of the setting sun. He stared at the camp of the mysterious forces in the distance for a long time, his brows furrowed, as if it was a puzzle that could never be solved. His clothes were torn in the battle, bloodstained, and the pain of the wound was like fine needles, coming from time to time, but he seemed unaware of it, and his eyes were only worried and thinking about the future situation.
"Master, the brothers have suffered heavy casualties, and most of our supplies have been consumed." An elder walked to Lin Feng with a worried look on his face, his voice full of anxiety and helplessness. The elder's name is Li Hong, who is usually responsible for the material management and logistics support of the sect. At this moment, his face is full of fatigue and worry.
Lin Feng took a deep breath, turned his head slowly, and looked at Elder Li Hong, "No matter what, we must hold on. This is our home and our faith. Send someone to check the condition of the wounded and make sure they get proper treatment. No brother can lose his life because of lack of timely treatment." Although his voice was hoarse, it was full of unquestionable firmness.
At this time, in the wounded area, there was a busy and tense scene. Su Yao and other doctors seemed to be racing against the god of death, busy as hell.
"Be gentle, lift him over here. Be gentle and don't touch his wound!" Su Yao's voice was so hoarse that it was almost impossible to hear the original crispness, but the movement of her hands did not stop at all. Her eyes were bloodshot, and sweat kept dripping from her forehead, but she didn't bother to wipe it off.
A young disciple was hurriedly carried in on a stretcher. His face was as pale as paper. He had fallen into a deep coma due to his serious injuries. His wounds were bleeding profusely, staining the stretcher under him red.
Su Yao was anxious when she saw this scene, "Quick, get my silver needle! Prepare the hemostatic herbs!" There was a tremor in her voice, but her movements were still precise and fast.
The other doctors immediately followed her instructions, nervous and orderly.
Su Yao took a deep breath, stabilized her emotions, and then quickly pierced the silver needle in her hand into the acupuncture points of the young disciple. Her eyes were focused and firm, and every needle seemed to be poured with all her hope and strength.
After a tense and thrilling rescue, the disciple's wound finally stopped bleeding, and his breathing gradually stabilized. Su Yao wiped the sweat from her forehead and breathed a long sigh of relief, but before she had time to rest for a moment, she turned around and devoted herself to the treatment of the next wounded.
In the martial arts training ground, Chen Fei was leading the remaining disciples in an urgent and high-intensity training.
"Everyone cheer up! We can't be defeated, and we can't be swallowed by fear!" Chen Fei shouted loudly, and his voice echoed in the empty martial arts training ground. His body was also covered with wounds, and the bandages that had just been bandaged still had faint traces of blood.
Although the disciples were exhausted physically and mentally, they still gritted their teeth and trained hard after hearing Chen Fei's call. There was no more confusion and fear in their eyes, but determination and determination instead.
"Remember every move, every breath, every step! In battle, the more skills you have, the more hope you have for survival, and the more power you have to defend your homeland!" Chen Fei demonstrated the movements himself, and his movements were vigorous and full of explosive power. Sweat soaked his clothes and flowed down his cheeks, but he seemed tireless, repeating the movements over and over again, correcting the mistakes of his disciples.
In the camp of the mysterious forces, the atmosphere was oppressive and angry.
The commander sat in the tent, his face gloomy as if water could drip out. The table in front of him was full of war reports and maps, but his eyes were full of anger and murderous intent.
"A bunch of trash! You can't even attack a small Jianghu Alliance! What's the point of raising you!" The commander angrily threw the cup in his hand to the ground, and the cup broke instantly, and the fragments flew.
A general knelt on the ground, trembling, "Sir, calm down, we will definitely succeed in the next round of attack. Please give us another chance."
"Increase the force and take it down at all costs! I don't want to hear any excuses for failure!" The commander stood up and pointed at the general and shouted loudly.
Soon, the mysterious forces launched another attack. This time, their offensive was more fierce and more crazy, as if they wanted to crush the Jianghu Alliance completely. Soldiers rushed to the Jianghu Alliance's defense line like a tide, and the shouts of killing were deafening.
Lin Feng personally stood at the front of the defense line, commanding his disciples to resist.
"Shoot!" Lin Feng ordered loudly, his voice piercing the noisy battlefield.
In an instant, a rain of arrows fell one after another, like a black cloud. The front-line soldiers of the mysterious force were shot and fell down one after another, screaming in pain, but the soldiers behind them still did not retreat, stepping on the bodies of their companions and continued to charge.
"Pour oil, light the fire!" Lin Feng shouted again, his voice was hoarse, but still full of power.
The boiling hot oil poured down from the city wall, and the flames ignited instantly, forming a wall of fire to block the enemy's attack. But the soldiers of the mysterious force seemed to be possessed by demons, and they continued to attack the defense line, trying to break through the barrier of the flames with their shields and bodies to find a breakthrough.
In the fierce battle, a disciple was unfortunately stabbed in the abdomen by the enemy's spear and fell to the ground.
"Brother!" The companion next to him shouted in grief and anger, his eyes full of anger and pain. He waved his weapon frantically, rushed towards the enemy who stabbed his companion, and fought desperately with him.
Chen Fei was also injured in the battle, his left arm was scratched by the enemy's sword, and blood flowed. But he still stood firm on the front line and did not retreat.
"Don't retreat, we can hold on! For our homeland, for our loved ones!" Chen Fei shouted loudly, inspiring the disciples around him.
The entire battlefield fell into a bloody and chaotic scene, with swords and shadows intertwined, shouts, screams, and metal collisions. The disciples of the Jianghu Alliance used their flesh and blood to stubbornly resist the waves of attacks from the mysterious forces. Everyone knew that behind them were their relatives and homes, and they could not retreat, and there was no way to retreat.
At this moment, a crisp bird song suddenly came from the sky. Lin Feng subconsciously looked up and saw a group of white pigeons flying by, and their white feathers were particularly dazzling in the afterglow of the setting sun.
"Is there a reinforcement?" Lin Feng had a glimmer of hope in his heart, but he was not sure, nor did he dare to have too much expectation.
Sure enough, not long after, bursts of horse hooves and excited shouts came from afar. It turned out that the previously allied sects arrived in time with reinforcements.
"Brother Lin Feng, we are here to help you!" The leader of the reinforcements shouted loudly, his voice full of heroism and righteousness.
The morale of the Jianghu Alliance was instantly boosted, and the originally exhausted disciples seemed to have been re-injected with powerful strength.
"Kill!" Lin Feng raised his sword and rushed to the enemy first.
The disciples of the Jianghu Alliance, together with the reinforcements, launched a fierce counterattack like a surging torrent. Under this sudden counterattack, the mysterious forces began to retreat step by step.
After a fierce fight, the mysterious forces were finally repelled again. Countless corpses and debris were left on the battlefield, and blood dyed the earth red.
Lin Feng looked at the exhausted and wounded people and said in a hoarse voice: "Everyone has worked hard. We have held on. But we can't let down our guard to prevent the enemy from attacking again. We must take the time to rest and prepare for the next round of challenges."
Everyone nodded, their eyes full of determination. They knew that this war was far from over, but as long as they united as one, they would be able to defeat the enemy and defend their homes and dignity.