The Journey Against Time, I am the King of Scrolls in a Hundred Times Space

The news that the enemy army had regrouped was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard, causing the Jianghu Alliance and Zhao Ling's team, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, to fall into extreme tension and anxiety again. The air was filled with a solemn atmosphere, as if it was oppressive before a storm.

Lin Feng urgently summoned everyone to discuss countermeasures. The atmosphere in the spacious tent was serious and heavy. Lin Feng stood in front of a huge map, frowning, with a focused and determined look. "The enemy army is coming with great momentum this time, and the scale is far greater than before. We must be fully prepared and cannot have the slightest fluke mentality." His voice was low and powerful, echoing clearly in the quiet tent, and every word was like a heavy stone, pressing on everyone's heart.

Chen Fei clenched his fists and said with a serious expression: "After the previous reinforcement, our fortifications are indeed much stronger than before, but the enemy is numerous and better equipped this time. If we get into a protracted war, our resources and manpower may not be able to sustain for too long." As he spoke, he pointed to the possible attack routes of the enemy marked on the map, his eyes full of worry.

Li Yifeng sat aside, holding a thick account book in his hand, which densely recorded the quantity and consumption of various materials. He raised his head and continued with a heavy face: "Although the materials have been supplemented with the support of Brother Zhao Ling, they still need to be carefully calculated and used sparingly. Especially arrows, medicines and food, the distribution must be strictly controlled to ensure that there is no shortage at the most critical moment." There was a hint of anxiety in his voice, and every number was like a difficult problem, placed in front of everyone.

Zhao Ling stood in front of the map, pondered for a moment and said: "The enemy is numerous and powerful, and we may not have the advantage in a head-on fight. I suggest sending an elite team to harass the enemy on the way. Use the terrain and the cover of night to disrupt their marching rhythm and consume their energy and morale." His eyes flashed with decisiveness and wisdom, and his fingers gestured on the map to indicate possible routes of action.

Everyone nodded in agreement with this strategy. This may be a way to gain a glimmer of hope in a situation where the enemy is strong and we are weak.

So, an elite team composed of masters from the Jianghu Alliance and Zhao Ling's team quickly assembled. These team members are all agile and highly skilled in martial arts, and their eyes are full of determination and determination. Under the cover of night, they set off quietly, like ghosts in the dark.

The team members wore black night clothes and moved quickly along the ground. Their footsteps were light and silent, avoiding the sentries and patrols that the enemy might set up. Finally, they took advantage of the night and quietly approached the enemy's camp.

Outside the enemy's camp, the team members exchanged glances with each other, and then quickly and accurately dealt with the enemy's sentinels like cheetahs. Those sentinels fell in a pool of blood before they even had time to shout. Then, they sneaked into the enemy's camp like ghosts, deliberately setting fires in different places in the camp to create chaos.

"Fire!" Someone shouted deep in the camp. In an instant, the fire spread rapidly with the wind, and the whole camp fell into panic and chaos. The enemy soldiers woke up from their sleep, at a loss, trampled on each other, and disturbed themselves.

But the enemy general was experienced after all, and he reacted quickly. He shouted loudly, trying to restore order and organize troops to encircle and suppress. "Don't make a mess! Search for me!" His voice was particularly harsh in the chaos.

Seeing that their goal had been achieved, the team members fought and retreated, cleverly using the terrain and the night to avoid the enemy's pursuit. From time to time, they turned around and shot arrows at the pursuing enemy troops, successfully attracting part of the enemy's troops.

When the enemy found that they had been tricked, they had already wasted a lot of time and energy. They angrily chased the team members, but the team members had already disappeared into the night.

Here, in the camp of the Jianghu Alliance, everyone was on high alert. On the city wall, the soldiers held weapons and stared at the distance, their eyes full of tension and expectation.

Lin Feng stood on the city wall, his body straight, his eyes firm and calm. His sight passed over the mountains and fields in the distance, as if he could see the enemy approaching gradually. The flag beside him fluttered in the wind, and his clothes were also swayed slightly by the wind, but his figure stood like a mountain.

Finally, at the end of the horizon, the enemy appeared in sight. It was dark and dense, like a dark cloud pressing down on the border, and the sound of footsteps and horse hooves was like thunder, shaking the earth slightly.

"Prepare for battle!" Lin Feng shouted loudly, his voice full of majesty and power.

The enemy army began to attack, and the catapult threw huge stones and smashed them into the city wall with a whistling sound. The stones hit the city wall, making a loud noise and raising dust. Some soldiers were unable to dodge and were smashed into a bloody mess.

The soldiers of the Jianghu Alliance fought hard. They used shields to form a defense line to resist the stones falling from the sky. Every impact made their arms numb, but they gritted their teeth and did not retreat at all.

The archers stood on the city wall, bent their bows and arrows, and shot thousands of arrows at the enemy like locusts. For a time, arrows rained down from the sky, and people in the enemy army kept falling down, but they continued to advance one after another without fear.

The battle was extremely fierce, and soldiers kept falling on the city wall. A young disciple had just shot an arrow, and before he could squat to avoid it, he was stabbed by the enemy's spear. He screamed in pain and fell in a pool of blood. His companions had no time to grieve, and quickly took his place and continued to shoot at the enemy.

Zhao Ling personally led a team of people to rush down the city wall and engage in close combat with the enemy. He waved his long sword, and the sword body flashed cold light in the sun. Every swing could bring a piece of blood, and the enemy troops avoided it. He shouted loudly, inspiring the soldiers around him: "Brothers, for homeland, for justice, kill!"

Chen Fei commanded the catapults and archers on the city wall. His voice was hoarse, but still firm and powerful. "Left, catapults aim at the left! Archers, concentrate on shooting the enemy cavalry!" Under his command, the attacks of catapults and archers were more accurate and effective, causing huge casualties to the enemy.

Li Yifeng constantly deployed supplies in the rear to ensure the supply of the front line. He was sweating profusely, running between the warehouses, shouting loudly: "Send the arrows to the east wall! Send the medicine to the wounded!" His figure was busy and firm, providing solid protection for the battle on the front line.

As time went on, both sides fell into a stalemate. Someone fell every moment, and every inch of land was stained with blood. But neither side retreated, and they were fighting desperately for victory.

At this moment, shouts and killings suddenly came from the rear of the enemy. It turned out that the previous elite team went around the rear of the enemy and launched a surprise attack. They were like a sharp dagger, stabbing fiercely into the heart of the enemy.

The enemy's formation was in chaos, and the originally tight offensive formation loosened. Lin Feng keenly captured this opportunity and shouted loudly: "Brothers, the enemy is in chaos, we take the opportunity to launch a counterattack!"

The soldiers of the Jianghu Alliance were in high spirits, and they shouted and rushed towards the enemy. They were like tigers going down the mountain, unstoppable. With the concerted efforts of everyone, the enemy finally began to collapse.

"Chase!" Lin Feng ordered, his voice full of the joy and determination of victory.

The soldiers chased the enemy like a tide, not giving them any chance to breathe. The enemy threw away their armor and fled in a panic.

In this battle, the Jianghu Alliance won a hard-fought victory. But the camp was also in a mess, the walls were damaged in many places, the bodies were lying on the ground, and the blood dyed every inch of the land red.

"Clean the battlefield and treat the wounded." Lin Feng said tiredly. There was a hint of hoarseness in his voice, but he was still firm.

Everyone started to get busy, some were cleaning the battlefield and collecting weapons and supplies abandoned by the enemy; some were looking for injured companions and carrying them back to the tent for treatment. Although the price of victory was huge, they knew that it was a must for justice and homeland.

However, they also knew that the enemy would not give up. This failure would only make the enemy more angry and crazy, and the road ahead would still be full of hardships. But they also firmly believe that as long as they unite as one, there will be no difficulties that cannot be overcome and no enemies that cannot be defeated...