Invincible Family starts with 3000 Emperors

The enemy's army was like a surging, boundless black tide, rolling towards the village with overwhelming force. The heavy footsteps seemed like the drumbeats of hell, each of which struck people's hearts; the collision of armors was like the friction of ferocious fangs, which was creepy, and intertwined to form a sense of oppression that almost crushed people. The flying dust covered the sky, and the originally bright blue sky was instantly dyed into a dim yellow, as if the end of the world was coming.

Long Fei stood on the city wall, his posture was as upright as a pine tree standing proudly on the cliff, his hands tightly holding the long sword in his hand, which was shining with cold light. The hilt of the sword was slightly white because of his excessive force, and even trembled a little. His eyes revealed determination and fearlessness, like two burning raging fires, ready to burn all invading enemies into ashes. "Prepare for battle!" He shouted again. The sound was like thunder exploding in the sky, full of power and irresistible majesty, echoing in everyone's ears and striking their hearts.

The soldiers clenched their weapons in their hands. The rough hilt and cold blade seemed to have become the whole sustenance of their lives at this moment. Their heartbeats were beating rapidly, like dense and panic drumbeats, shaking their chests with a dull pain. But there was no fear in their eyes, only firm determination and courage to face death. They knew that behind them was their homeland where they had lived for generations and their beloved relatives. They had no way out but to fight to the death.

A Qiang, with his eyes wide open, shouted hoarsely: "Brothers, for our homeland, for our relatives, fight!" His voice was hoarse and passionate, with endless grief and determination, as if it was the loudest horn of battle, instantly igniting the fighting spirit deep in everyone's heart.

The enemy was getting closer and closer, and finally stepped into the range. Mo Yun stood on the city wall, his eyes as cold as ice, as if he could freeze the enemy in front of him instantly. He took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Shoot!" The archers on the city wall all released their bowstrings, and in an instant, the sharp arrows shot at the enemy like a storm. The dense rain of arrows drew sharp arcs in the air, with a sharp whistle, like the death warrant of the god of death.

For a while, there were miserable howls from the enemy, one after another. Many enemies were shot by sharp arrows, their bodies swayed and fell, and the blood instantly dyed the ground under their feet red, making the originally withered grass become scarlet, which was shocking. But the enemy did not retreat because of this sudden blow, but was stimulated by the bloody breath and became more crazy. Like wild beasts that had lost their minds, they rushed forward with red eyes, howling, and reckless.

The first batch of enemies rushed to the bottom of the city wall, quickly and skillfully set up the ladder, and began to climb frantically. Aqiang led a team of soldiers and rushed to the ladder without fear. Their eyes were burning with anger, and they pushed the ladder down with all their strength. Accompanied by desperate screams, many enemies fell straight down from the ladder like a kite with a broken string, hitting the ground with a dull sound.

"Kill!" The shouts of both sides were deafening, as if to tear the sky apart. The soldiers fought a thrilling close combat with the enemies who climbed up the city wall, with swords and shadows intertwined. Every moment someone was injured and every moment someone fell. But no one retreated, no one gave up, they had only one belief in their hearts: to protect their homeland.

Lin Feng kept casting magic on the city wall, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, her face was as pale as a piece of paper, but her eyes were extremely firm. A series of brilliant lights shot out from her hands, accurately hitting the enemy and relieving the pressure on the soldiers. Every time she cast a spell, her body trembled slightly, as if she was in great pain, but she gritted her teeth and persisted.

Ali and other women were busy in the rear in a tense and orderly manner, their hands shuttled quickly, preparing various supplies for the soldiers. Ali's face was full of anxiety and worry, sweat slid down her cheeks and dripped on the ground, but her movements did not stop at all. She knew that her work at the moment was equally important, and she was a strong backing for the soldiers to fight bravely on the front line.

The battle was extremely fierce, and blood splattered on the city wall, dyeing every brick and stone red, like a tragic painting. A burly enemy broke through the defense line, wielding a heavy sword, and rushed towards Long Fei with a sharp wind. Long Fei dodged sideways, as agile as a cheetah, and instantly avoided the enemy's fatal blow. Then, he backhanded a sword, a cold light flashed, and the enemy's head flew up instantly, and blood gushed out.

"Brother Long Fei, be careful!" Ah Qiang saw several more enemies taking the opportunity to rush towards Long Fei, and he was extremely anxious. He yelled and waved his long gun.The gun, like a dragon out of the sea, was as powerful as a rainbow, and instantly forced the enemies back.

Under the resistance of everyone who risked their lives, the enemy's first round of attack was finally repelled with difficulty. But the soldiers in the village also suffered heavy casualties. Many familiar faces closed their eyes forever, and their bodies fell quietly on the city wall, on the land they guarded with their lives. Their blood soaked every inch of bricks and stones on the city wall, as if telling of their bravery and loyalty.

Long Fei looked at the exhausted and scarred soldiers, and his heart was choked with grief, but he knew that there could be no weakness or retreat at this moment. He took a deep breath and said loudly: "Everyone hold on, we can't let the enemy step into our village! They want to destroy our homes and kill our loved ones, we will never agree! We will defend our dignity and honor with our blood and lives!" His voice was filled with endless grief and determination, which rekindled the soldiers' eyes with a raging fighting spirit.

Before the voice fell, the enemy's heart-pounding horn sounded again, and the second round of attack began again. This time, the enemy sent out a huge and sturdy siege vehicle. The huge body was carefully made of thick century-old wood, and the front end was inlaid with sharp rams. Under the enemy's vigorous push, it rushed towards the city gate. The huge crash echoed over the village, as if it was the sound of a bell from hell, shaking people's hearts to stop beating.

"Hold the city gate!" Long Fei led the soldiers to the city gate without hesitation and held the city gate tightly with his body. Their shoulders were under great pressure, their muscles were as tight as steel, and their veins were bulging, as if they would break at any time.

At this moment, Ying Feng's eyes were sharp and he keenly discovered the location of the enemy's commander. His eyes were stern, and a trace of determination and coldness flashed across his eyes. "Long Fei, I'll deal with their commander!" After Ying Feng finished speaking, his figure flashed and rushed towards the direction of the enemy commander like a ghost.

Ying Feng rushed left and right in the enemy's formation with his extraordinary skills and agility. His figure was like an illusory phantom, making it difficult for the enemy to grasp his movements. After a thrilling and dangerous fight, Yingfeng finally broke through the heavy encirclement and approached the commander. He fought a life-and-death, thrilling and desperate battle with the commander, and finally succeeded in killing the commander with a sword.

The enemy who lost the commander instantly fell into chaos and confusion. Their offensive rhythm was completely disrupted, and the originally tight and orderly formation began to show flaws and looseness. The warriors in the village took the opportunity to launch a brave counterattack. They roared and rushed towards the enemy like a tiger out of the cage. The warriors were in high spirits and successfully repelled the enemy again.

However, the battle was far from over. The enemy was still eyeing outside the village, with no sign of retreat. They regrouped and adjusted their tactics, and could launch a more fierce and crazy new attack at any time. The village was filled with thick smoke and pungent smell of blood, and every corner was full of the threat and fear of death. But everyone knew that this was a battle of life and death, and they had to grit their teeth and hold on until the last moment, even if it meant shedding their last drop of blood...