I said I would turn back time

Lin Xing rubbed his stinging ears and couldn't help but ask: "The last time I fought him, I was shaken by this roar. This time he used all his strength and was even more powerful. What kind of sublimation is this?"

Bai Yiyi explained: "This seems to be the shocking Baili sublimation of the Shenlong roar of the Shenlong Gang. This kind of sonic attack is most suitable for the battlefield. Ordinary people will fall to pieces with just one roar."

"But Shilin Temple, Taihe Sect, Shenlong Gang...he actually mastered the sublimation of three different sects."

Bai Yiyi looked at Dashuai Zhang who was fighting the enemy bravely on the city wall, and sighed: "And if you want to practice these three sublimations, the burden on your body will be greater than the last one. This is really not easy, this guy has put in so much effort It’s no longer something ordinary people can imagine.”

Glancing at Lin Xing, who was still motionless, Bai Yiyi asked curiously: "Why aren't you coming?"

Lin Xing's eyes showed a hint of exhaustion: "I've just had sex more than a hundred times."

"It's useless, I won't survive if I go up there."

Bai Yiyi looked towards the city head curiously: "You mean this siege will also fail?"

Without waiting for Lin Xing to explain, he saw a sword light suddenly light up on the top of the city, and then slashed hard towards Marshal Zhang's position.

It was Jing Shiyu, the saint of Tianyi Sect, who took action.

And not long after Jing Shiyu took action, another bolt of lightning struck Marshal Zhang fiercely, splashing fire on the armor.

I saw a woman wearing a veil rising in the wind, and together with Jing Shiyu, besieged Marshal Zhang.

Lin Xing looked at the veiled woman and said, "This should be another candidate for a saint from the Tianyi Sect, and she also has sublimated combat power."

When he said this, he also began to walk out of the bunker and approached the center of the battlefield.

And the fiercest battle in the entire battlefield started instantly at the top of the city.

After a while, Zhao Yuan, who was wearing heavy armor, also climbed to the top of the city.

The number one warrior under Zhang Dashuai let out a loud roar at this moment, and streams of white mist also poured out of his mouth, and he also burst out with the sublimation of Tiangang fighting spirit.

Although he only had one arm left, he still burst into powerful combat power when he rushed into the battle group with a big ax in his hand.

Lin Xing seemed to be strolling on the battlefield, but as he got closer and closer to the core battle zone, his progress became slower and slower.

Lin Xing, who seemed to be unscathed, finally stopped with a tired look on his face. He sighed softly: "The battlefield is too chaotic, and your life is in danger all the time."

"Daishuai Zhang and Zhao Yuan are wearing heavy armor and they don't have to worry about sneak attacks when they rush into the enemy's formation."

"I can't help it. With the bullets all over the sky, it's impossible to come back alive once we get to the top of the city."

However, repeated rushes made Lin Xing's skills break through again. Object Control (92.9% on the second level) → Object Control (8.5% on the third level)

Although the siege battle in front of them reached unprecedented intensity from the beginning, Marshal Zhang and Zhao Yuan were still unable to break through the city.

Under the siege of the two ascended masters of the Tianyi Sect and the desperate counterattack of the believers, they had no choice but to evacuate.

That night, the military camp was filled with howls and screams.

Obviously, this day's strong attack caused heavy casualties to the army.

After returning to his tent, Marshal Zhang fended off many of his men and then spit out a large mouthful of blood.

He looked in the direction of the city, and his eyes seemed to gradually take on a hint of anxiety.

In the next few days, the entire battlefield seemed to have turned into a huge flesh and blood mill, sucking the lives of the soldiers on both sides into mincemeat.

Marshal Zhang and Zhao Yuan would go into battle in person almost every day and rush to the city.

But every time they faced them, the believers of the Tianyi Sect at the top of the city seemed to be desperate for their lives. Even if they held their legs and held their weapons on their heads, they would still stand in front of them.

There are two more powerful saints from the Heavenly Will Sect, who always make Marshal Zhang return without success.

On the contrary, every attack on the city would bring huge casualties to Marshal Zhang's army. The morale of the army was constantly weakening. If Marshal Zhang had not been personally in charge, no one would have been willing to attack the city.

In the big tent, Marshal Zhang kicked the chair to pieces and said angrily: "These unscrupulous people who have been brainwashed by the Tianyi Sect are all trying their best to stop me. What kind of enchanting soup did the witch give them?"

He looked at Song Yi who was standing aside and asked, "Tell me about the money, food and supplies."

Listening to Song Yi's report, Zhang Dashuai became more and more irritable.

The army is out there and consumes a lot of money and food every day.

As the number of injuries and illnesses in the military continues to increase, the consumption of medicines has become even greater.

There are also the elites of the Tianyi Sect who are constantly hiding in secret to fight guerrillas and sneak attacks on grain transport teams.

Some towns that had already settled down sent letters saying that there were rioters causing trouble.

Money and food, loss of soldiers, chaos in the rear...all kinds of pressures are constantly gathering. It can be said that with every additional day of the attack, the hearts of everyone present will become heavier.

If we can't capture it for so long... just thinking about it, many officers feel their scalps go numb.

Zhu Fen came to Marshal Zhang's ear and said: "Commander, I have been observing Lin Xing for several days. He has never really contributed on the battlefield. I think he is colluding with the Tianyi Sect..."

Marshal Zhang frowned and kicked Zhu Fen down: "If you talk nonsense again and disrupt the morale of our army, I will put you to death on the spot."

Shortly after Zhu Fen was so frightened that he retreated, Zhang Marshal's soldiers ran in: "Commander, this is an urgent letter from the Administrative Office, forwarded by Taiping County."

Dashuai Zhang took the envelope and threw it on the ground after a few glances: "A bunch of wine sacks and rice sacks, even if they can't help at all, they will urge me to collect the inheritance of the upper class."

Song Yi picked up the letter, read it, and said, "Commander, is the Administrative Office going to reduce military pay? Then our income will be reduced a lot."

Marshal Zhang asked: "How long can the current food and grass last?"

Song Yi thought for a moment and said, "About half a month."

Marshal Zhang frowned and continued to lay out tomorrow's battle plan.

After a while, the soldiers ran in again, saying that there was an envoy from the Xingxiao Sect outside the camp asking to see him.

"Xingxiao Cult? What are they doing here?" A trace of doubt flashed in Zhang Dashuai's eyes, and after a moment he ordered someone to bring him in.

The messenger of Xingxiao Sect was a tall and thin old man. He smiled slightly when he saw Marshal Zhang.

After a while of pleasantries, the two sides began to discuss business matters.

But not long after the conversation, I saw Marshal Zhang standing up angrily: "That's ridiculous. Are you bullying me, Zhang Tiande, by making such a request?"

The messenger still smiled faintly: "Whether you want to or not depends on the commander's decision. I will just wait for the commander's choice."

After the Xingxiao Sect's envoy left, Song Yicai said: "Commander, if you hand over a Lin Xing, you can get the Xingxiao Sect's healing elixir and let them help us capture the city and wipe out the victory. For the cult believers in the city, I think it’s still a good deal.”

"A good deal?" Marshal Zhang threw the kettle on Song Yi and yelled angrily: "Let the brothers know that I betrayed my brothers in order to capture the city, what will they think of me?"

Song Yi wiped the water marks on his body and said helplessly: "The soldiers will understand the difficulties of the commander-in-chief."

Marshal Zhang reprimanded him angrily, but still refused, and finally said: "Send my personal guards to guard Lin Xing, don't let the Xingxiao Cult people take the opportunity to attack."

Song Yi walked out of the tent and returned to his own tent. He saw the envoy from the Xingxiao Sect waiting for him with a smile. He said helplessly: "It was a waste of time for the envoy to travel."

The Xingxiao Cult envoy smiled slightly and said: "It doesn't matter, I think the commander will figure it out sooner or later."

Song Yi asked curiously: "Can I ask why your religion wants Lin Xing?"

The messenger of Xingxiao Cult said with an unpredictable look: "The catastrophe is coming, and Lin Xing is one of the catastrophes calculated by the leader. Even if the commander is unwilling to cooperate this time, our sect is bound to win in the future."

Then he changed the topic and said: "But you can also tell the commander-in-chief that the conditions discussed before are still valid, including your share."

Song Yi nodded and laughed.

In the next few days, the war situation remained unchanged. The county in front of him was like a huge quagmire, dragging Marshal Zhang's body tightly.

Within the camp, the soldiers also found that the rations they received every day were becoming less and less, and their morale became even lower for a while.