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

When the news that the mysterious organization was about to deliver important items was like a bombshell detonating in the sect, the already tense atmosphere reached its peak in an instant. The entire sect was like a huge machine running at high speed. Everyone was devoted to the upcoming decisive battle. In the midst of intense and busy preparations.

Lin Feng, who had always been the mainstay of the sect, felt unprecedented pressure at this moment. He knew very well that the outcome of this battle was not only related to the life and death of the sect, but also related to the future and destiny of every disciple. Therefore, he did not dare to slack off at all and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the preparations before the war.

On a sunny morning, Lin Feng decided to call all the disciples who were about to participate in the action on the sect's vast martial arts field to conduct a detailed and rigorous strategic deployment. In the martial arts arena, the sun shines on the neatly arranged disciples, reflecting their firm and resolute figures. Lin Feng walked onto the high platform with steady and powerful steps. His eyes were serious and solemn, as if he carried the hope and trust of the entire sect.

"My fellow disciples, this operation is a decisive battle of life and death for our sect. We shoulder the sacred mission of protecting the dignity of the sect and safeguarding the tranquility of our homeland. We must face the challenge with fearless courage and firm determination, and do our best to Go ahead and leave no way out." Lin Feng's voice was loud and clear, like a bell that echoed over the martial arts field for a long time, and every word was deeply imprinted in the hearts of the disciples.

He scanned the disciples in the audience with bright eyes and continued: "According to our secret observation and intelligence collection over the past few days, the enemy's stronghold is located deep in a valley. The terrain there is dangerous, surrounded by mountains and complex terrain. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. This undoubtedly adds great difficulty to our operations, but we must not retreat.”

Lin Feng took a deep breath and raised his voice: "After careful consideration, we will be divided into three teams. One team will be led by me personally and will feint from the front. The purpose is to attract the enemy's main firepower and attention and create opportunities for other teams. We must show fearless courage and powerful attack power to fool the enemy into thinking that our main force is on the front.”

The disciples in the audience stared at Lin Feng intently, with focused and serious expressions, for fear of missing any key information.

Lin Feng's eyes turned to the left: "The second team is led by Su Yao and detours from the side. You must use the cover of the terrain to approach the enemy quietly and carefully look for loopholes in the enemy's defense. Once discovered, break through quickly and give the enemy a fatal blow. One hit."

Su Yao, standing aside, nodded slightly, her eyes showing determination and courage.

Lin Feng continued: "The third team is responsible for supporting the rear. You must always be vigilant and ready to support the two teams in the front. You are our strong backing and the key to ensuring the smooth progress of the entire operation."

Lin Feng paused and emphasized his tone: "Everyone must cooperate closely and pay attention to each other's signals. In battle, we must stay calm, obey orders, and adapt to changes. We are a whole, and only by uniting as one can we defeat powerful enemies. ”

After the deployment was completed, Lin Feng did not dare to stop for a moment and immediately began to check the disciples' equipment and weapons. He walked slowly along the queue, his eyes blazing, not missing any slight flaw.

He came to a young disciple, picked up the sword in his hand, and looked at it carefully. There were only a few minor nicks on the blade, which was obviously not sharp enough.

"The blade is not sharp enough, go and polish it again. This is a tool for you to protect yourself and destroy the enemy on the battlefield. You can't be careless at all." Lin Feng's voice was stern and urgent.

The disciple's face was red, and a trace of shame flashed in his eyes. He quickly took the sword, saluted Lin Feng, and hurried to polish the blade again.

Lin Feng continued to inspect and came to another disciple. He picked up a bow and tried the tension of the bow string.

"The bow string is too loose. Readjust it to ensure the arrow is powerful and accurate." Lin Feng said.

The disciple nodded quickly and began to adjust the bowstring.

On the other side, Su Yao is methodically distributing various spells and pills to his disciples. She held a cloth bag filled with charms in her hand, her expression focused and serious.

"These charms are carefully drawn and blessed. They can save your lives at critical moments. Be sure to keep them properly and use them when you need them most." Su Yao said as she handed the charms to her disciples.

She walked up to a female disciple and patted her shoulder gently: "Don't be nervous, believe in your ability. This pill can quickly replenish your physical strength when your spiritual power is exhausted. Remember, don't use it unless it is absolutely necessary." Easy to use.”

The female disciple took the pill, looked at Su Yao gratefully, and nodded vigorously.

At the same time, Su Yao did not forget to check the spell preparations of the disciples. She saw a disciple who was a little unfamiliar when casting a defensive spell, so she stepped forward.

"Concentrate, feel the flow of spiritual power in the body, and guide it into the palm of the hand to form a shield." Su Yao demonstrated in person, and a faint light glowed in her hand, forming a strong shield.

The disciples gathered around her, carefully observing her movements and use of spiritual power, and then tried again one after another. The effect of the spell was obviously improved.

In the sect's warehouse, the elder responsible for material management was sweating profusely from his work. He shuttled among the mountains of grain, grass and medicine, holding a thick account book in his hand and muttering something in his mouth.

"This batch of food and grass must be sufficient, and the disciples cannot go to the battlefield hungry. And prepare more of these herbs to stop bleeding." The elder was busy counting the supplies while loudly ordering the disciples around him.

A disciple ran over and reported to him: "Elder, the quantity of medicine is somewhat insufficient. What should I do?"

The elder frowned and thought for a moment: "Send people to nearby towns to purchase. No matter what, you must make up for it before departure."

In the sect's forge, the blacksmiths are working day and night to create new weapons. The fire burned brightly, reflecting their bronzed skin and sweaty faces. Every time the hammer fell, it was accompanied by flying sparks, as if it was the fighting spirit burning in their hearts.

"Work harder, brothers! Forge more good weapons, and the disciples will have a better chance of winning on the battlefield." The master blacksmith shouted loudly, swinging the hammer in his hand more powerfully.

A young blacksmith seemed a little tired from continuous work, and the movements in his hands were slightly slow.

After seeing this, the master blacksmith walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Young man, hold on. Think about our sect and the disciples who are about to go to the battlefield. We cannot let them be in danger because of insufficient weapons."

The young blacksmith gritted his teeth, regained his composure, and got back to work.

Night fell quietly, and the entire sect fell into silence. Only Lin Feng's room still had a faint light. Lin Feng sat alone at his desk, facing an oil lamp, carefully studying the map of the enemy's stronghold. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes wandered between every mark and line on the map, constantly deducing various possible situations and coping strategies in his mind.

On the map, the terrain of the enemy's stronghold was depicted in detail, and every mountain peak, every stream, and every fortification was clearly visible. Lin Feng silently calculated the distance, angle and possible attack routes in his mind, trying to find the weak link in the enemy's defense line.

At this time, a gentle knock on the door broke the silence in the room.

"Come in." Lin Feng said, his eyes still not leaving the map.

Su Yao gently opens the door, holding a bowl of steaming soup in her hand. When she walked into the room and saw Lin Feng's focused look, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed in her heart.

"Lin Feng, you've been busy all day, have something to eat. Your body is the capital of revolution, don't get exhausted." Su Yao said softly, her voice full of concern.

Lin Feng put down the map in his hand, raised his head and looked at Su Yao, with a trace of gratitude in his eyes. He took the soup bowl. The steaming soup exuded an alluring aroma, but he didn't have much appetite at the moment.

"Thank you, Su Yao. I was thinking about tomorrow's actions, but I always feel that there are still some things that have not been fully considered. If an accident occurs, the consequences will be disastrous." Lin Feng said worriedly, his face full of exhaustion and anxiety.

Su Yao sat down next to Lin Feng and gently held his hand: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. We have made full preparations. Everyone trusts you. As long as we work together, we will be able to defeat the enemy."

Lin Feng nodded, took a deep breath, and tried to relax. He took a sip of the soup and felt a warmth spread from his throat to his stomach, and his heart felt warm.

"You should also go to bed early. There is still a tough battle to be fought tomorrow." Lin Feng said, his eyes full of care.

Su Yao responded softly, got up and left. She walked to the door, looked back at Lin Feng, and then closed the door gently.

Lin Feng continued to study the map and perfected the battle plan in his mind. As time passed by, his eyes gradually became sour, but he still persisted, not letting go of any detail that might affect the outcome of the battle. Until late at night, he couldn't resist the attack of fatigue and fell asleep on the table.

When the first ray of sunlight shined on Lin Feng's face through the window, he woke up suddenly. He rubbed his eyes, stood up quickly, washed briefly, put on his armor, picked up his sword, and walked out of the room.

All the disciples in the sect have gathered in the square. They were dressed in neat equipment, holding weapons, and their eyes were full of determination and expectation. Lin Feng stood at the door of the sect, looking at these heroic and well-dressed disciples, he felt a surge of pride and ambition in his heart.

"Let's go!" Lin Feng waved his hand, his voice firm and powerful. He took the lead and led everyone towards the enemy's stronghold. Behind them, the disciples were marching in neat steps, their footsteps sounding like thunder, as if they were declaring their determination and courage to the enemy.

A decisive battle is about to begin, and they are ready to face this battle of life and death...