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

After the enemy retreated, the scene inside the sect was like a ruin. The air was filled with the strong smell of blood and gunpowder, which made people feel suffocated. The injured disciples lay on the ground in a mess, and the groans of pain came one after another, as if it was a miserable sad song. Their wounds were of different depths, and blood kept oozing out, dyeing the land under them red.

Su Yao was busy shuttling through the crowd, her steps were hurried and flustered. Her face was as pale as paper, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and a few strands of hair were messily attached to her cheeks. Her eyes were full of bloodshot, but she was still focused and determined to treat every wounded person.

Suddenly, a young disciple stopped breathing in her arms because of his serious injuries. The disciple's eyes were still open, as if he was still longing for the continuation of life. Su Yao's tears burst out instantly, and her hands trembled, trying to close the disciple's eyes. But she knew that this was not the time to be sad. She quickly wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, and continued to devote herself to the intense rescue work.

The head of the sect stood on the city wall, looking at the battlefield that was destroyed beyond recognition by the war, his heart was full of worry and heaviness. The sect that was once peaceful and peaceful has now become dilapidated, and all this makes him feel like a knife in his heart. He slowly turned around and looked at Lin Feng and several elders behind him who were also tired and worried. He said in a heavy and hoarse voice: "Although the enemy has temporarily retreated this time, with their ambition and strength, they will definitely come back. Moreover, judging from this attack, their next attack may be more fierce. We must prepare for the worst."

An elder looked at the distance with concern and said: "Head, our fortifications have been severely damaged in this battle. Many city walls have cracks, and most of the crossbows and catapults have been destroyed. I am afraid it will be difficult to withstand the enemy's next strong attack." His voice was full of helplessness and anxiety.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth, his face showed a resolute expression, and said: "Master, we can't sit and wait for death, and we have been in a state of passive defense. If we continue like this, sooner or later, our defense line will be broken by the enemy. We must take the initiative to attack, disrupt their rhythm, and find a ray of hope." There was an unyielding flame burning in his eyes, as if he was ready to go through fire and water.

The master frowned slightly, revealing a trace of hesitation in his eyes: "Take the initiative to attack? But we are short of troops now, and the disciples are exhausted. How can we take the initiative to attack? This is undoubtedly an extremely risky action."

Lin Feng took a step forward and said with a sharp look: "Master, I know that this plan is full of dangers, but this may be our only chance. We can select the most elite and bravest disciples in the sect and form a death squad. Attack the enemy's camp at night, burn their food and grass, destroy their weapons and equipment, and disrupt their deployment. As long as we can make the enemy fall into chaos, we may be able to buy more time to repair fortifications and reorganize defenses."

After listening to Lin Feng's words, everyone fell into deep thought. This plan is indeed too risky. If it fails, not only will the disciples of the death squad be wiped out, but the sect may also be broken by the enemy more quickly because of the loss of this part of the elite force. But at the moment, there seems to be no better way to reverse the situation.

After a long time, the head of the sect raised his head, looked at Lin Feng with a firm gaze, and said: "Okay, Lin Feng, you will be responsible for arranging this matter. But you must remember to ensure the safety of the disciples as much as possible."

Lin Feng nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, head of the sect, I will definitely fulfill my mission."

Lin Feng immediately began to select disciples. He shouted loudly in the sect: "Warriors who are willing to die for the sect, stand up!"

Those disciples who are usually brave and fearless and have high martial arts skills stood up one after another. There is no fear in their eyes, only loyalty to the sect and anger at the enemy.

"Brother Lin Feng, count me in!" A young disciple said loudly, his face still childish, but his eyes were extremely firm.

"And me!" "I'll go too!" The voices of the disciples rose and fell, full of determination.

Lin Feng looked at these brave disciples, and his heart was filled with emotion and admiration: "Brothers, this operation is a life-or-death struggle, but for the future of the sect, for our relatives and friends, we must move forward bravely!"

Night fell quietly, the moonlight was covered by dark clouds, and the earth fell into darkness. Lin Feng led the death squad and set off quietly. They were dressed in black night clothes, with sharp weapons hanging around their waists, and each of them carried a package full of flammable materials on their backs.

They walked along the shadows of the mountains and forests, with light and cautious steps, trying not to make any sound. Lin Feng walked at the front of the team, and his heartbeat was particularly clear in the silent night. He knew that the success or failure of this operation was related to the life and death of the sect, and he could not be negligent in the slightest.

When approaching the enemy camp, Lin Feng found that the enemy's defense was tighter than he had imagined. The camp was surrounded by sentries, and patrolling soldiers kept walking back and forth. Moreover, many torches were lit in the camp, illuminating the surroundings like daylight.

"Everyone be careful and follow the plan." Lin Feng said in a low voice.

Some disciples quietly went around to the other side of the camp and deliberately made some noise to attract the enemy's attention. Lin Feng led another group of disciples to rush to the enemy's food storage while the enemy's attention was distracted.

The battle started instantly, and the enemy was caught off guard by the sudden attack. The disciples of the death squad were like tigers descending from the mountain, quickly eliminated several sentries, and rushed into the grain storage.

Lin Feng lit a torch and threw it at the piles of grain. In an instant, the fire spread and illuminated the entire night sky.

But their actions soon exposed themselves. The enemy quickly reacted and surrounded them from all sides.

"Kill!" Lin Feng shouted, waving the long sword in his hand, and fought a desperate battle with the enemy.

The disciples of the death squad were also fearless. They followed Lin Feng closely and fought bravely. For a time, shouts of killing and the sound of weapons intersecting were intertwined.

Lin Feng fought hard to kill the enemy, and his sword flashed a cold light in the fire. Every sword carried his anger and determination, and the enemies fell at his feet one after another. But he also continued to add new wounds to his body, and blood stained his clothes red.

Just when they were about to collapse, a shout of killing came from afar. It turned out that the head of the sect was worried about the safety of Lin Feng and others, so he sent reinforcements.

The arrival of the reinforcements threw the enemy into chaos. Lin Feng and his men took the opportunity to break through, and after meeting up with the reinforcements, they quickly withdrew to the sect.

However, their joy did not last long. The next morning, just as the sun rose, the enemy's army pressed forward again. This time, the enemy's momentum was even more fierce, and there were many more siege weapons in their team, obviously preparing to break through the sect's defense line in one fell swoop.

"Prepare for battle!" Lin Feng stood on the city wall and shouted loudly. Although his voice was hoarse, it was full of power.

The disciples of the sect held their weapons tightly, and their eyes were full of determination. They knew that this would be a life-and-death battle. They had no way out. Only by fighting to the death could they defend their homes and loved ones...