Chapter 130 The Darkness Before Dawn

After a series of extremely fierce battles, the Jianghu Alliance and the reinforcements successfully repelled the enemy's crazy attacks again and again with their tenacious will and fearless courage, but they also suffered huge losses, just like a ship that was repeatedly destroyed by a storm, and was already scarred.

The night fell slowly like a huge black curtain, covering this war-torn land heavily and depressingly. The place that was once full of vitality and vigor is now only left with ruins and smoke and blood in the air. This short tranquility is like the tranquility before the storm. Under the seemingly calm surface, there are actually endless crises and unknowns.

Lin Feng stood alone on the city wall, his posture upright but unable to hide his fatigue. His resolute eyes were staring at the dark enemy camp outside the city at this moment, and his thoughts were surging like a tide. Every attack by the enemy was like a fierce wave hitting the reef. Although the reef was not washed away for the time being, it was also polished and bruised. He knew that the enemy's ambition was like an endless black hole, and they would never give up because of several setbacks. And their own strength was constantly weakened in rounds of brutal battles, with heavy casualties and huge consumption of supplies. The next battle would surely be a more difficult life-and-death contest.

"Master, the brothers are exhausted, but the morale is still high." Chen Fei walked to Lin Feng's side without knowing when. His voice was full of deep fatigue, as if every word was exhausted. His clothes were tattered, covered with blood and dust, which were the cruel marks left by the battle.

Lin Feng nodded slightly, and his eyes were still not retracted from the outside of the city. "Let everyone take the time to rest and recuperate. We don't know what kind of fierce battle tomorrow will be. Only by maintaining the best condition can we have a glimmer of hope." His voice was low and hoarse, but with an unquestionable firmness.

In the city, the temporary tents were full of injured disciples. Their groans and cries of pain came one after another, interweaving into a heartbreaking song of sorrow. Su Yao and other medical disciples were busy shuttling between the tents, their footsteps hurried, their expressions tense and focused.

"Sister Su Yao, there are no more hemostatic herbs." A young disciple was anxious, with a tremor in his voice. He held an empty medicine bag in his hand, his eyes full of helplessness.

Su Yao bit her lips, and her originally rosy lips now looked pale and cracked due to fatigue and anxiety. "First wrap it tightly with gauze, and then find a way to find a substitute." Her voice was firm and decisive. Although her heart was full of worries, she knew that she couldn't panic at this moment.

Sun Ming patrolled the city with several disciples, and the heavy footsteps echoed in the silent streets. Their eyes vigilantly scanned the surroundings, not letting go of any suspicious corners. The streets were filled with a tense and depressing atmosphere, and the people closed their doors and secretly observed these heroes who protected them through the cracks in the door. Occasionally, the crying of children was covered by their mothers, fearing that they would cause unnecessary trouble.

"Everyone, cheer up and don't let down your guard. We are not only protecting this city, but also every life in the city." Sun Ming whispered to the disciples around him. Although his voice was not loud, it was full of power.

Li Yifeng was in the warehouse, lighting the remaining weapons and food with the faint candlelight. His brows were furrowed, forming a deep "chuan" character, and his face was full of worry.

"If this goes on, we won't be able to hold on for long." He said to himself worriedly. Every number was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the city. Shouting and the sound of weapons colliding broke the tranquility of the night. Lin Feng and others quickly rushed to the city wall, only to see that the enemy took advantage of the night to launch a small-scale sneak attack.

"Shoot!" Lin Feng ordered decisively, and his voice was like thunder, exploding on the city wall.

In an instant, countless arrows shot at the enemy like locusts. In the darkness, only the screams of the enemy could be heard. Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the enemy quickly retreated, leaving only a few corpses and chaos on the ground.

"Master, they are testing our strength." Chen Fei looked at the direction where the enemy was going away, his eyes full of vigilance.

Lin Feng's face was gloomy, like the sky before a storm. "No matter what tricks they play, we must be prepared. We must not let them have a chance."

That night, no one slept. Everyone was suffering from tension and fatigue, their nerves were tense, and they were always ready to deal with the enemy's attack again.

The dawn finally penetrated the dark clouds with difficulty and sprinkled on this devastated land. However, the new day did not bring the dawn of hope, but ushered in a more fierce and crazy attack from the enemy.

The enemy came like a surging black tide, and the deafening shouts of killing seemed to swallow up the whole world. Various siege machines slowly advanced under the push of the enemy. The huge stones thrown by the catapults continuously smashed into the city walls with great force and terrifying whistling sounds. Every impact made the city walls tremble, as if groaning in pain. Ladders were leaning against the city walls one after another, and the enemy soldiers climbed up like ants, desperate to break into the city.

"Hold on!" Lin Feng shouted loudly, his voice was hoarse, but still full of strength. He personally went into battle to kill the enemy, waving the long sword in his hand like the wind, and every swing brought a flash of blood.

The Jianghu allies and reinforcements fought desperately. Their figures shuttled across the city wall and fought fierce close combat with the enemy. Every inch of land was stained with blood, and every moment, lives were lost.

Several gaps gradually appeared on the city wall, and the enemy poured in from the gaps. The situation was extremely critical.

"Go and block the gap!" Sun Ming led a team of disciples to rush to the gap without hesitation. There was no fear in their eyes, only firm determination. They fought a desperate battle with the enemy, with swords and shadows intertwined, and shouts of killing resounded through the sky.

The battlefield was full of blood and flesh, and it was horrible to watch. Chen Fei rushed left and right in the crowd. He was injured in many places and his clothes were stained with blood, but he still did not retreat. Like a wounded tiger, he was more ferocious and fearless.

Li Yifeng commanded the catapults and crossbowmen to suppress the enemy's attack. His voice was hoarse, but his hands were still moving, trying to provide more support for the soldiers on the front line. But the enemy's number was too large, and their attack was like a tide, with little suppression effect.

Just when the situation was extremely critical and seemed to be about to fall into the abyss of despair, a mysterious team suddenly appeared behind the enemy, like a sharp dagger, fiercely piercing the enemy's heart, instantly disrupting the enemy's position.

"Who is that?" Lin Feng looked at the distance in surprise, his heart full of doubts and expectations.