I said I'd go back in time

Chapter 72 The Marshal's Pressure (5 more please subscribe for monthly pass)
Lin Xing rubbed his stinging ears, and couldn't help asking: "The last time I fought with him, I was overwhelmed by the roar. This time, he exerted all his strength and was even more powerful. What kind of sublimation is this?"

Bai Yiyi explained: "This seems to be the shocking Baili sublimated by the Shenlong Roar of the Shenlong Gang. This kind of sonic attack is most suitable for the battlefield. Ordinary people will fall down when they roar."

"However, the Shilin Temple, the Taihe Sect, and the Shenlong Gang... He actually mastered the sublimation of three different sects."

Bai Yiyi looked at Marshal Zhang who was fighting the enemy bravely on the city wall, and sighed: "Besides, if you want to practice these three sublimation, the burden on your body will be greater than one. This is really not easy. The hard work this guy has put in It’s beyond what ordinary people can imagine.”

Glancing at Lin Xing who was still motionless, Bai Yiyi asked curiously, "Why don't you go up yet?"

A trace of fatigue appeared in Lin Xing's eyes: "I've been on it more than 100 times just now."

"It's useless, I won't be able to survive."

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

Before Lin Xing could explain, he saw a sword light flashing on the top of the city, and then fiercely slashed towards the position of Marshal Zhang.

It was Jing Shiyu, the saint of God's will who made the move.

And not long after Jing Shiyu shot, another thunderbolt struck Marshal Zhang fiercely, splashing a burst of flames on the armor.

I saw a woman wearing a veil riding the wind and besieging Marshal Zhang together with Jing Shiyu.

Lin Xing looked at the woman wearing a veil and said, "This should be another saintess candidate from God's Will, and she is also a sublimation-level combat power."

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

And the most intense confrontation in the entire battlefield unfolded at the top of the city in an instant.

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

At this moment, the number one underling of Marshal Zhang uttered a loud shout, and gushes of white mist also burst out from his mouth, and also erupted the sublimation of Tiangang Dou Qi.

Although he only had one arm left, he rushed into the battle group with a big ax at this moment, and still broke out with powerful combat power.

Lin Xing seemed to be walking on the battlefield in a leisurely manner, but as he got closer to the core battle zone, his advancing speed became slower and slower.

Lin Xing, who seemed unharmed, finally stopped with a tired face. He sighed softly: "The battlefield is too chaotic, and life is in danger at any moment."

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

"I can't do it anymore. With the bullets all over the sky, as long as they hit the top of the city, it is impossible to come back alive."

However, the repeated rush still made Lin Xing's skills break through again, imperial object art (92.9% on the second floor) → imperial object art (8.5% on the third floor)

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

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

That night, there were wailing and screams everywhere in the barracks.

Obviously, the storm on this day caused heavy casualties to the army.

After returning to his camp, Marshal Zhang swung away many of his subordinates, and then spit out a big mouthful of blood.

He looked in the direction of the city, and there seemed to be a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

In the next few days, the entire battlefield seemed to become a huge flesh and blood mill, sucking the lives of the soldiers of both sides into it and stirring them into fine powder.

Dashuai Zhang and Zhao Yuan would go to battle in person almost every day, rushing to the top of the wall.

But every time they faced them, the believers of the Heavenly Will Sect at the top of the city seemed to be dying. Even if they hugged their legs and connected their weapons with their heads, they would stand in front of them.

Two more powerful saintesses from the God's Will Sect were sitting in charge, and they always made Marshal Zhang return without success.

On the contrary, every attack on the city will bring huge casualties to the army under Marshal Zhang, and the morale of the army is constantly weakening. If not for Marshal Zhang personally sitting in the town, no one would have been willing to attack the city long ago.

In the big tent, Zhang Dashuai kicked the chair into pieces fiercely, and said angrily: "These scumbags who have been brainwashed by the God's Will, are trying their best to stop me. What kind of enchantment did the witch give them?"

He looked at Song Yi who was on the side, and asked, "Tell me about the situation of money, food and supplies."

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

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

With the increasing number of injuries and illnesses in the military, the consumption of medicines has become even greater.

There are also the elites of the Tianyi Sect who are constantly hiding in the dark to fight guerrillas and attack the grain transportation team.

There are also towns that have settled down and sent letters saying that there are riots.

Money and food, loss of soldiers, chaos in the rear... All kinds of pressures are constantly gathering. It can be said that every additional day of attack will make the hearts of everyone present feel a little heavier.

If you can't attack for so long... Just thinking about the many officers here feels scalp numb.

Zhu Fen came to Marshal Zhang's ear and said, "Marshal, I've been observing that Lin Xing for several days, and he has never really made any contribution on the battlefield. I think he is in collusion with the God's Will Sect..."

Marshal Zhang frowned, and kicked Zhu Fen down: "If you talk nonsense again and disturb our army's morale, I will execute you on the spot."

Not long after Zhu Fen retreated in fright, Marshal Zhang's personal soldiers ran in: "Marshal, it's an urgent letter from the administrative office, and it was forwarded from Taiping County."

Dashuai Zhang took the envelope, looked at it for a few moments, and then threw it on the ground: "A group of wine bags and rice bags, who can't help at all, will urge me to collect the inheritance of the superiors."

Song Yi picked up the letter, looked at it, and said, "Marshal, the administrative office wants to reduce or exempt military pay? Then our income will be reduced by a large amount."

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

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

Dashuai Zhang frowned, and continued to arrange tomorrow's battle plan.

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

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

The envoy of Xingxiao Sect was a tall and thin old man, who smiled slightly when he saw Marshal Zhang.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two sides began to discuss business.

But after talking for a short time, I saw Marshal Zhang standing up angrily: "It's ridiculous, is your teacher deceiving me, Zhang Tiande, by making such a request?"

The messenger still smiled faintly: "Whether you want to or not is up to the commander in chief, and I will just wait for the commander's choice."

After the envoy of the Xingxiao Sect left, Song Yi said: "Commander, if you hand over Lin Xing, you can get the healing medicine of the Xingxiao Sect, and you can also let them help us to capture the city and level the land." For the cult followers in the city, I think it’s still a good deal.”

"It's a good deal?" Dashuai Zhang smashed the kettle on Song Yi's body, and angrily said: "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 understand the difficulty of the commander-in-chief."

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

Song Yi walked out of the tent and returned to his tent, and saw the envoy of the Xingxiao Sect who was smiling and waiting for him, he said helplessly, "Let the envoy make a trip in vain."

The envoy of Xingxiao Sect smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, I think the commander will figure it out sooner or later."

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

The envoy of the Xingxiao Sect said with an unfathomable expression: "The catastrophe is approaching, 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 subject again: "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 situation of the war remained unchanged, and the county town in front of him was like a huge quagmire, dragging Marshal Zhang's body tightly.

In the big camp, the soldiers also found that the daily rations were getting less and less, and their morale became lower and lower for a while.

(End of this chapter)