Chapter 128 Bloody Defence of the City

The enemy army was like a surging black tide, with the momentum of destroying everything, approaching the Jianghu Alliance's stronghold. The heavy footsteps seemed to be the earth's wail, shaking the ground under his feet slightly. The shouts and screams were like rolling thunder, echoing in the vast wilderness, rushing straight into the sky, making people's hearts tighten involuntarily.

Lin Feng stood upright on the city wall, holding his sword tightly with both hands, and his knuckles turned white because of the force. His eyes were cold and firm, and he watched the enemy's dense movements like ants like a hawk. The whistling wind blew past, lifting his clothes and hair, but it could not shake him at all. Behind him, the disciples of the Jianghu Alliance were holding weapons and ready for battle. Their faces were tense, and their eyes were burning with a determined flame. Everyone was ready to sacrifice to protect their homeland.

"Prepare for battle!" Lin Feng shouted loudly, his voice was like a huge bell, penetrating the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, and clearly reaching the ears of every disciple. This is not just an order, but also a belief, an unyielding declaration.

The enemy army was getting closer and closer, and the ferocious faces and cold weapons gradually became clear. The vanguard troops pushed the huge and heavy siege vehicle, and the sturdy body seemed like an unstoppable beast. The ladder was set up high, and the eyes of the enemy soldiers were full of greed and desire for killing. They shouted and roared like out-of-control beasts.

"Crossbowmen, shoot!" Chen Fei stood on a high point on the city wall and shouted hoarsely. Following his order, the crossbowmen on the city wall all loosened their taut bowstrings. In an instant, thousands of arrows were fired at the same time, and the dense arrows were like a black rainstorm, whistling towards the enemy. A sharp sound of breaking through the air came from the air, followed by screams from the enemy army. Countless enemy soldiers were shot by arrows, some fell to the ground and died on the spot, while others were injured and fell to the ground, rolling in pain. But the following enemy troops seemed not to see the miserable state of their companions, and they still rushed forward fearlessly, trampling their fallen companions with their feet, and their eyes were full of crazy desire for the city.

The catapults also launched an attack at the same time. Huge stones were thrown high, drew an arc in the air, and then smashed into the enemy with thunderous force. Every stone that fell to the ground could set off a bloody storm, smashing huge pits and smashing the enemy's formation into pieces. The sound of broken limbs and painful howlings intertwined to form a hellish scene. However, the enemy's offensive did not diminish at all, and they rushed forward desperately like an angry swarm of bees.

Soon, the enemy rushed to the bottom of the city wall. They quickly set up ladders and climbed up frantically. The disciples of the Jianghu Alliance fought hard, stabbing the enemy soldiers who climbed up the ladder with their spears. Every time they stabbed with their spears, they were accompanied by a roar, as if to vent all the anger and fear in their hearts. Rolling logs and rocks rolled down the city wall, hitting the enemy with huge inertia and impact force. Some enemy soldiers were hit directly on the head by rolling logs, and their brains burst; some were hit by rocks, and their bones broke and vomited blood instantly. But there were many enemies, and one wave was repelled, and another wave came up without hesitation.

Sun Ming led a team of disciples to fight fiercely with the enemy at the gate of the city. He led the way, waving the heavy sword in his hand, and every swing brought a sharp wind sound. Wherever the blade went, blood splashed, and the enemy fell one after another. His eyes were full of anger and murderous intent, and he shouted loudly: "Kill! For the Jianghu Alliance! For our homeland!" His voice echoed on the battlefield, inspiring every disciple around him.

Under the leadership of Sun Ming, the disciples were all brave and fearless. They worked closely together to form an indestructible line of defense. Some disciples stabbed the enemy's horses with long spears, causing them to fall off their horses; some disciples used short swords to fight in close combat and fought desperately with the enemy. But the enemy kept coming like a tide, as if they could never be killed.

Li Yifeng was nervously directing the battle on the city wall. His eyes swept across every corner of the battlefield sharply, quickly judging the enemy's attack focus and weak links. "Here, reinforce this side!" He shouted loudly and deployed troops. His voice became hoarse due to long shouting, but his command was always decisive and accurate. Under his dispatch, the Jianghu Alliance's defense line resisted the enemy's impact again and again, without any major loopholes.

The battle was extremely fierce, and the casualties of the Jianghu Alliance's disciples continued to increase. Every moment someone fell, and blood stained the city walls and the ground red. But they still held their positions without retreating. They had only one belief in their hearts: to defend the Jianghu Alliance, to defend their homes and loved ones.

Lin Feng personally joined the battle. His swordsmanship was extremely sharp, as fast and deadly as lightning. Every time the sword was thrust out, it was accompanied by a powerful momentum, as if it could tear the air. Enemy soldiers fell under his sword one after another, and no one could withstand his blow. On a city wall, the enemy broke through the defense line and was about to attack the city wall. Lin Feng arrived in time, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Don't even think about crossing the line!" Lin Feng roared and rushed into the enemy. His sword was like a dragon, slashing left and right, and instantly killed several enemy soldiers. The other enemy soldiers were intimidated by his momentum and did not dare to move forward for a while. But soon, they surrounded him again, trying to trap Lin Feng.

Lin Feng showed no fear. His sword skills became more and more fierce, and his figure shuttled among the enemy troops like a ghost. After a desperate fight, he finally repelled the enemy and re-consolidated the defense line.

"Master, this is not a solution. There are too many enemies!" A disciple said anxiously with blood on his face. There was a hint of despair and fatigue in his voice.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth, "Hold on! We can't let them break through the city! As long as we have a breath, we will never allow the enemy to take a step forward!" His voice was firm and powerful, giving the disciple a glimmer of hope and courage.

At this moment, the enemy's siege vehicle slammed into the city gate fiercely, making a loud noise. The collision sounded like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart.

"The city gate can't be defended!" Someone shouted in horror.

Lin Feng glanced at the city gate and shouted loudly: "Follow me!" He led a team of disciples to rush to the city gate without hesitation. They used their bodies to hold the city gate tightly, trying to stop the enemy's attack.

The disciples followed suit, clenching their teeth and using all their strength to merge with the city gate. Everyone's face showed a painful and determined expression. They knew that once the city gate was breached, the consequences would be disastrous.

After a hard resistance, the enemy's wave of attack was finally repelled. The battlefield was left with corpses and broken weapons, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder. The disciples of the Jianghu Alliance were exhausted, and many of them were injured, but their eyes were still firm.

"Everyone, take the time to rest and prepare for the next wave of attack!" Lin Feng shouted loudly. Although his voice was hoarse, it was full of power.

The disciples sat down on the spot, gasping for breath. Some people were bandaging their wounds, while others were silently wiping their weapons, preparing for the next more brutal battle. They knew that this was only a temporary respite, the enemy would not give up easily, and they would never retreat.

In this brief period of peace, everyone's heart is filled with the unknown and fear of the future, but more of a desire for victory and the protection of their homeland. They firmly believe that as long as they unite as one, they will be able to resist the enemy's attack and defend the dignity and safety of the Jianghu Alliance...