Chapter 124 Crisis Arrives
During the days when the Jianghu Alliance was busy preparing for defense, time seemed to have frozen, and every moment was full of tension and expectation. In the camp, people's footsteps were hurried and firm, and the air was filled with the smell of metal and the fragrance of wood, which was the unique smell of making weapons and reinforcing fortifications.
It was a gloomy morning, and the sky was tightly covered by thick leaden clouds, like a huge gray curtain, pressing heavily on people's heads. The skyline in the distance almost disappeared in this chaotic darkness, and the boundary between heaven and earth became blurred, making people feel an inexplicable depression and suffocation.
The originally gentle breeze quietly stopped at some point, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a strange silence. However, this tranquility is as fragile as thin ice and may be broken at any time. Suddenly, a rapid sound of horse hooves came from far away, like a heavy hammer hitting this seemingly calm curtain. The sound was just a faint low roar at first, as if it was thunder coming from deep underground, with a kind of heart-pounding power.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The young disciple in charge of the watchtower widened his terrified eyes, looking at the rolling black shadow that was gradually approaching, and shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice became sharp and piercing because of extreme fear and tension, and instantly broke the uneasy silence. Every word seemed like a terrified bullet, shooting into every corner of the camp.
The moment Lin Feng heard the shout, he rushed out of the tent like a flash of lightning. His clothes rustled in the wind, and his hair fluttered in a mess. His expression on his face was solemn and cold, like a marble statue, without the slightest expression fluctuation, only the pair of deep eyes, staring at the gradually clear threat in the distance.
I saw that the dark mass of enemy troops rushed in like a surging black tide, covering the sky and the earth, and there was no end. The flags fluttered wildly in the wind, like countless hideous ghost faces, making a creepy whistle. The deafening shouts and screams were like rolling thunder, impacting people's mental defenses wave after wave, as if to swallow the whole world in this endless fear.
After Chen Fei received the alarm at the first time, he did not hesitate or hesitate at all. His tall figure quickly shuttled through the crowd, his voice was firm and powerful, stirring everyone's heart like a war drum: "Brothers, prepare to meet the enemy! Today's battle is about life and death, about the honor of the Jianghu Alliance, and about our homes and loved ones behind us. We have no way out, we must never retreat! Even if we shed the last drop of blood, we must fight to the death!" There was a raging fire in his eyes, as if he wanted to burn all the enemies in front of him. The long sword in his hand flashed a cold light in the weak sunlight, like a beacon of hope, leading everyone forward.
On the city wall, the crossbowmen had already been ready. Their fingers turned pale from holding the bowstring for a long time, and their muscles were as tight as a bowstring that was about to break. Their eyes were full of determination and firmness, without a trace of fear or retreat. The bowstring was pulled like a full moon, and the arrow flashed with cold light. Just waiting for an order, the arrow of death would be shot at the enemy like a rainstorm. Beside the catapult, the disciples were busy in a tense and orderly manner. Their foreheads were covered with beads of sweat, which kept dripping, forming a small puddle on the stone slab under their feet. But their movements were not panic at all, and every movement was precise and powerful. The huge stones were carefully loaded into the magazine of the catapult, as if they were bombs about to explode, waiting to release the power of destruction.
The enemy army was getting closer and closer, and the vanguard troops rode on tall horses, and the sound of horse hooves was like a torrential rain hitting the earth, deafening. Those war horses were tall and strong, wearing heavy armor, and the knights on horseback were even more majestic and murderous. They brandished weapons with cold gleams and shouted wildly, as if they were evil spirits from hell, turning the world into a sea of blood. Their faces were painted with strange patterns, and their eyes revealed madness and greed, and they only wanted to break through the defense line and kill at will.
"Shoot!" Chen Fei's roar echoed on the city wall. In an instant, thousands of arrows were fired at the enemy army like a dense swarm of locusts, with sharp whistles. The sky was instantly covered by a dense rain of arrows, and the sun became dim at this moment. The enemy troops in the front row fell down in an instant, and the screams of people and horses intertwined, forming a symphony of death. Some people were pierced through the chest by arrows, and blood gushed out like a spring; some people were shot in the throat, and could only make vague gurgling sounds and fell off the horse; others were shot in the eyes, covering their faces with their hands, and rolling on the ground in pain. But the enemy troops who followed had no intention of retreating. They seemed to be emotionless killing machines, stepping on the bodies of their companions and continuing to charge frantically, with only the desire for blood and victory in their eyes.
The catapults also launched an attack at the same time, and huge stones smashed into the enemy with a chilling whistle. The stones drew parabolas in the air, like meteorites falling from the sky. Wherever the stones went, the enemy's formation was disrupted, limbs flew, and blood splattered. The originally neat and orderly queue suddenly became a huge chaos, and the soldiers fled in fear, but they could not avoid this ruthless attack.
However, the number of enemy troops was too large, like surging waves, hitting the city wall one after another. They seemed to be endless darkness, and no matter how much resistance, they could not be completely repelled. Soon, they rushed to the bottom of the city wall.
The enemy's army quickly set up the ladder, trying to climb to the city wall regardless of everything. At the top of the cloud ladder, a sharp hook hangs, deeply embedded in the masonry of the city wall, making a rustic sound of tooth acid. The disciples of the Jianghu Alliance struggled to resist, and they used a long gun to climb the enemy's enemy forces to stab. Every time a long gun was stabbed, accompanied by a roar, as if to vent all the fear and anger in his heart. Their eyes were full of firmness and decision, even if their arms were sore, even if their bodies were scarred, there was no sense of retreat.
Sun Ming fought a deadly fight with an enemy general on the city wall. The general was burly, standing in front of Sun Ming like a hill. He was wearing a heavy armor and shining cold light in the sun, as if it was an indestructible fortress. The big knife in his hand waved the tiger and tiger, and each knife was with the power, as if he wanted to break Sun Ming with a knife. Although Sun Ming was agile, he gradually became down in strength. His shirt was soaked in sweat, clinging to his body tightly, and each breathing seemed so difficult.
The two of them swords and swords, and they do not give up. Every time the weapon collision splashed a dazzling spark, like fireworks blooming in the night sky. The sound of metal impacts echoed in the air, deafening. Sun Ming gradually did not support, and his movements began to become slow. An accidentally scratched the arm by the enemy's general. The blood flooded out for an instant, stained his sleeves, dripping on the ground along his fingers.
"Sun Ming, be careful!" Li Yifeng's voice sounded in chaos, like a dawn penetrating darkness. He arrived in time, and the long sword in his hand stabbed the enemy general like lightning. The general had to return to defense, so that Sun Ming explained the siege. The addition of Li Yifeng made the situation change instantly, and the two cooperated tacitly, and for a while, they played with the enemy generals.
On the battlefield, the smoke was filled with flesh and blood. Every moment there is life disappearing, and every place is full of life and death. People's shouts, screams, and the collision of weapons are intertwined together, forming a tragedy of hell on earth. The blood stained the earth, gathered into a stream, flowing between the corpses and the broken arms of the body. The broken weapons and flags are scattered, as if they are telling the cruelty and ruthlessness of the war.
Su Yao led medical disciples to treat the wounded in the rear. Her hands were covered with blood, and her original white dress was also dyed mottled, and she could not distinguish whether it was blood or mud. But her eyes were still firm, and her movements were still rapid and accurate. Her forehead was covered with sweat beads, slipped along her cheeks, dripping on the wound of the wounded, but she had no time to wipe.
"Persist, just be fine!" She kept encouraging the injured disciple, her voice was gentle and powerful. She bandaged the wound for the wounded, her movement was soft and skilled, as if treating a precious treasure. She cut the wounded clothes with scissors, exposed the wound, then washed with water, sprinkled the hemostasis herbal medicine, and finally bandaged tightly with bandages. Each action is full of care and care, making the wounded feel a touch of warmth and hope in pain.
Lin Feng personally directs the battle, and his figure shuttles on the battlefield, like a banner that does not fall. His voice sounded in chaos, sometimes excited, inspiring morale; sometimes calm and directing tactics. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he made decisions quickly without letting go of any details.
"Don't shrink back, for the sake of the Jianghu Alliance, for justice, fighting to the end! We are behind our homes and loved ones. We have no retreat! If we fall down, our loved ones will suffer, and our honor will be defiled. Therefore Pick up your weapons and fight until the last moment! "His words were like a torch, which ignited the fighting spirit in everyone's heart, so that they saw hope in despair and found power in fatigue.
However, the enemy's offensive is getting fiercer, and the steady stream of enemies come forward, like a black torrent, unstoppable. Although the disciples of the Jianghu Alliance resisted heroically, they gradually fell into trouble. There was a gap on the line of defense on the city wall, and the enemy began to influx.
"Block the gap! Don't let them come in!" Chen Fei shouted, his voice was hoarse, but it was full of strength. He led a team of disciples to the gap, and he had no hesitation. Their figures shuttled in the enemy forces. They built a new line of defense with flesh and blood, defending the dignity of the Jianghu Alliance with their lives.
The battle has entered a stage of heat, and everyone's life is swaying in the wind, and every moment may be the moment of life and death. However, the disciples of the Jianghu Alliance did not give up. The faith in their hearts was like a burning fire, and the more burned. They know, they can't lose, they must win ...