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

The moment the Jianghu Alliance learned that the mysterious force was about to attack, time seemed to freeze and the air seemed to become heavy and oppressive. Everyone's breathing became rapid, and every pair of eyes was full of tension and determination. Within the sect, the original tranquility was broken, replaced by a scene of busy and tense preparations for war.

Lin Feng's expression was solemn, and his figure kept shuttling through the sect like the wind. His eyes are as sharp as a hawk, not missing any detail. On the city wall, the newly laid wooden boards exuded a faint scent of wood. Lin Feng knelt down and tapped lightly with his hands to check whether they were firm. "Reinforce this piece of wood. It can't be loose at all!" He said seriously to the disciple beside him.

Walking to the piles of stones and arrows, he picked up an arrow and carefully checked the sharpness of the arrow. "The arrow must be sharpened so that it can deliver a fatal blow to the enemy in battle!" Lin Feng's voice was calm and powerful, making the surrounding disciples dare not slack off at all.

While inspecting, he loudly encouraged everyone: "Brothers, every effort we make is to protect the relatives behind us and this land we love deeply. Remember, we are fighting for justice. , in order to protect our relatives and homeland. Even if we fight to the last moment and shed the last drop of blood, we will never retreat!" His words were like war drums, beating heavily on the hearts of every disciple, inspiring them deep in their hearts. courage and determination.

The disciples responded in unison, and the sound was deafening, as if it was about to break through the sky. "For justice! For homeland! Fight to the death!" Their eyes were burning with determination, and each of their expressions was full of persistence for justice and hatred for the enemy. The young disciple Xiao Ming held the spear in his hand tightly, and the gun barrel trembled slightly in his hand, not because of fear, but because of inner excitement and desire to fight. He silently vowed in his heart that he must let his enemies see the power of the Jianghu Alliance.

Su Yao led the medical team and was as busy as a top in the temporary medical camp. The camp was filled with the strong smell of herbs, and rows of neatly arranged medicine boxes and bandages seemed to be the positions they were holding.

"Everyone, listen up. Once the battle starts, the wounded will be sent in a steady stream. We cannot let any comrade lose his life because he cannot get timely treatment. No matter how critical the situation is, we must stay calm and use our medical skills. and love, giving them hope of life." Su Yao's voice was gentle but firm, and the sweat on her forehead slid down her cheeks, but she didn't bother to wipe it.

The medical team members nodded one after another, their eyes focused and serious. Xiaohua, the disciple in charge of sorting the herbs, carefully classified and placed the various herbs. Her fingers became a little red and swollen due to frequent movements, but her speed did not slow down at all. Xiaocui was sewing bandages with fine and neat stitches. Every stitch and thread put her care for her comrades in arms. Aqiang, who was practicing hemostasis and bandaging skills on the side, repeated the actions over and over again, striving to provide effective treatment to the wounded in the shortest possible time.

Zhao Peng stood at the entrance of the sect, his expression as serious as a sculpture. He held a detailed map in his hand, marking the location and triggering method of each trap. He glanced at the busy disciples and commanded loudly: "These traps must be hidden so that the enemy can be caught unprepared. Remember, every trap may be the key to reversing the situation of the battle. There cannot be any Not the slightest bit sloppy.”

Some of the disciples were struggling to dig deep pits, and the soil was flying under their shovels; some were carefully laying spikes, and the sharp spikes shone coldly in the sun; others were nervously setting up mechanisms, and each one The parts are carefully debugged by them. The big bull responsible for digging the trap had tense muscles and was sweating like rain, but he never stopped holding the shovel in his hand. Xiao Li was concentrating on laying the spikes. Even if his fingers were scratched by the spikes, he would simply bandage them and continue working.

At the same time, in the camp of the mysterious forces, the atmosphere was one of arrogance and arrogance. Their leader sat on the luxurious tiger-skin chair in the camp, leaning back with his feet on the table in front of him, a triumphant look on his face.

"This time we must completely eliminate the Jianghu Alliance and let them know the consequences of opposing us. Our power is unstoppable and their resistance is in vain." The leader's voice was low and fierce, with a cruel light shining in his eyes, as if he had already I saw the tragic situation of the Jianghu Alliance being defeated.

The men all agreed, their faces filled with blind confidence in victory.

"The leader is wise, the Jianghu Alliance is doomed this time." A burly man said loudly, waving the sword in his hand.

"We want them to know who is the real master of this land." A tall and thin counselor smiled flatteringly at the side.

However, beneath this seemingly powerful appearance, there are also some cautious voices.

"Chief, the Jianghu Alliance can resist our attacks many times and should not be underestimated. We still have to be careful." A man who looked like a counselor frowned slightly and said cautiously.

"Humph, you are just too timid. This time we are going all out, how can they stop them?" the leader said disdainfully, his eyes sweeping towards the counselor, full of dissatisfaction and contempt.

As time goes by, the moment of decisive battle gets closer and closer. The atmosphere within the Jianghu Alliance has become increasingly tense. Everyone's heartbeat is accelerating, as if they can hear the rapid beating sound echoing in their ears.

Just then, a spy came to report to Lin Feng. He ran all the way, panting, his face was covered with sweat and dust, and even his clothes were torn by branches.

"Master, the mysterious force has set off and is expected to arrive in two hours." The spy's voice was trembling because of nervousness, and his eyes revealed a trace of fear, but more of determination.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, and his eyes became more determined in an instant. "All disciples are ready to fight!" His voice was like a thunder, exploding in the sect.

The disciples in the sect quickly picked up their weapons, some holding their long swords tightly, with the sword body flashing cold light; some carrying long spears, with the spear tip pointing straight to the sky; some carrying crossbows, with the bowstrings taut. There was no more fear in their eyes, only firm determination and courage to die. They took their positions according to the pre-arranged positions, waiting for the arrival of the enemy.

Lin Feng stood on the city wall, looking into the distance. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his face, outlining a golden outline. His eyes were deep and far-reaching, as if they could penetrate the impending darkness. The breeze blew the corners of his clothes, and his figure seemed extremely tall at this moment.

At this time, the sun gradually set in the west, and the afterglow was like blood, sprinkled on the earth, shrouding the entire Jianghu Alliance in a tragic color. The mountains in the distance looked more majestic in the afterglow, but also more silent, as if waiting for the arrival of a storm. The shadows of the trees were stretched very long, like silent guardians.

The atmosphere in the sect was extremely tense, but also unusually quiet, with only the occasional sound of weapons colliding to break the silence. Everyone was waiting, waiting for that moment to come, waiting to fight for justice and homeland.