Chapter 113 A Brief Respite and Preparation

After repelling another round of crazy attacks by the mysterious forces, the land where the Jianghu Alliance was located seemed to fall into a strange silence. The smoke on the battlefield was like a thick gray veil, which had not yet completely dissipated. It floated in the air, intertwined with the bloody and scorched earth smell that had not yet dissipated, forming a suffocating atmosphere.

Lin Feng dragged his exhausted body, with heavy and slow steps, slowly walking in the devastated camp. His ragged clothes, the torn corners of his clothes swayed gently in the breeze, and the blood stains on them had dried up and turned into a dark brown. His face was thin and haggard, with messy stubble, deep eye sockets, and deep worries in his eyes, but in the depths of that worry, there was still a ray of perseverance flickering tenaciously.

The disciples beside him sat or lay in various corners of the camp. They seized this rare moment of tranquility and tried to restore their physical strength that had been consumed to the limit. Some people closed their eyes tightly and gasped heavily; some people wiped their weapons silently, their eyes were empty and confused; others snuggled up to each other and talked in low voices, as if they were drawing a trace of warmth and courage from each other's existence.

"Master, we are lucky to be able to hold on this time." An elder staggered to Lin Feng's side, his voice hoarse and weak, as if every word required all his strength to speak. The elder's name was Ma Yuanshan, who was usually highly respected in the sect, but at this moment he was also covered with scars and exhausted.

Lin Feng nodded slightly, and his eyes were retracted from a distance and fell on Ma Yuanshan's face, "But this is only temporary. The mysterious forces are ambitious, and they will not give up because of a few setbacks. We must use this short respite to make more adequate and comprehensive preparations to meet their next round of more fierce attacks." His voice was low and powerful, and although full of fatigue, it still revealed a firm determination.

At this time, the disciples in charge of logistics were busy shuttling around the camp, counting the remaining supplies in a tense and orderly manner. Their faces were grim, and the account books in their hands were densely filled with various data.

"There is not much food left, only enough to last for about three days. There are also many damaged weapons, and the arrows are almost used up." Li Ming, the disciple in charge of logistics, reported to Lin Feng anxiously, with a tremor in his voice, obviously very worried about the current predicament.

Lin Feng frowned, and a deep ravine formed between his eyebrows, "First, find a way to collect some food from nearby villages, but pay attention to the methods and methods, and don't take it by force. We can't lose the hearts of the people. Then organize the craftsmen in the sect to repair the damaged weapons as soon as possible. If we can have one more sword and one more arrow, we will have more resistance."

In the wounded area, Su Yao and other doctors seemed to be in a battlefield without gunpowder. Their figures shuttled between the simple beds without stopping for a moment. Su Yao's hair was messy and stuck to her cheeks. Sweat kept dripping down her forehead, but her hands were always steady and gentle in treating the wounds of each wounded soldier.

"Thank you, girl. When I am well again, I can go to the battlefield to kill the enemy again." A young disciple who was recovering from his injuries looked at Su Yao with gratitude and determination in his eyes. His arms were wrapped in thick bandages, but his face was full of expectations for the future.

Su Yao smiled and gently covered him with a quilt. "Take good care of your injuries. Everyone is still waiting for you. Don't be impatient. Recovery is the most important thing." Her voice was gentle and kind, like a spring breeze, soothing the painful hearts of the wounded.

Chen Fei led a group of disciples to busy strengthening the fortifications at the edge of the camp. They moved huge stones and laboriously built higher and stronger walls. Every stone fell with heavy breathing and sweat.

"We must make sure that the enemy never returns this time. The more effort we put in, the safer our sect will be." Chen Fei shouted loudly while pushing a huge rock with all his strength. His muscles were tense, his veins were bulging, and his eyes were full of determination.

Lin Feng summoned several core disciples and elders to discuss the next countermeasures in a temporary tent. The atmosphere in the tent was solemn, and everyone's face was filled with deep worry and thinking.

"We can't always be in a passive defensive state. If we continue like this, we will be dragged down by the mysterious forces sooner or later. We must find a way to take the initiative to attack, disrupt their deployment, and seize the initiative in the war." Lin Feng sat on a simple wooden chair, holding the armrests tightly with both hands, looking at everyone present with a firm gaze.

"But Master, our military strength and strength are far behind those of the mysterious forces. Would it be too risky to take the initiative to attack? If we fail, we may fall into a situation from which there is no return." An elder said worriedly. The elder's name was Liu Tianming. He was always cautious and worried about Lin Feng's idea of ​​taking the initiative.

Lin Feng pondered for a moment, stood up, and paced slowly in the tent. "I understand the risks involved, but if we keep passively taking the beating, the final result will not be much better. We can plan carefully and send an elite team to attack their food and grass camp at night. If successful, we can disrupt their offensive rhythm and buy us more time and opportunities."

Everyone nodded and began to have a heated discussion around this plan. Some people proposed how to choose the right team members, some people thought about how to avoid the enemy's patrol, and some people worried about the consequences and countermeasures after the sneak attack failed.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the camp of the mysterious force was as gloomy as the sky before the storm.

"Failed again! You are all a bunch of trash! I gave you sufficient troops and sophisticated weapons, but you can't even take down a small Jianghu Alliance!" The leader roared angrily, his face twisted with anger, and his eyes flashed with fierce light.

The generals lowered their heads and stood in front of the leader trembling, not daring to say a word, for fear that they would be killed if they were not careful.

"Prepare well for me, I must take down the Jianghu Alliance next time! I don't want to hear any excuses for failure!" The leader roared, his voice echoing in the tent, making everyone's ears buzz.

After some intense and busy preparations, the Jianghu Alliance's sneak attack team was finally ready to set off.

The night wind was cool, blowing on the faces of the team members. They were dressed in black night clothes, with sharp daggers and short knives hanging around their waists and bows and arrows on their backs.

"Everyone be careful and complete the mission. Remember, our actions are related to the life and death of the entire Jianghu Alliance." Lin Feng stood in front of the team, his eyes swept across the faces of each team member one by one, and solemnly warned.

The team members had firm eyes, without any fear or retreat. They nodded silently, then turned around and disappeared into the night.

However, what they didn't know was that the mysterious forces had strengthened their defenses after experiencing many failures. They added more patrols around the food and grass camp and set traps and secret codes. An unknown crisis is waiting for the arrival of this sneak attack team...