Reborn and returned, sisters swapped

As night fell, the wind howled, and a somber atmosphere enveloped the city of Hersha.

Zhao Lingfeng stood atop the city wall, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the Black Rock Alliance forces that were steadily approaching from the darkness.

The archers behind him were already fully armed and ready for battle. The firelight on the city wall flickered intermittently, and the distant sound of horns was like a death knell, sending chills down one's spine.

Suddenly, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from the wind. The Black Rock Allied Army surged out like a tide, with cavalry at the forefront. The Tiele warriors on horseback, holding long spears, roared as they charged toward the city wall.

Meanwhile, the Black Rock Allied infantry followed closely behind, scattered around, attempting to climb the city walls with ladders.

"Put out the oil!" Zhao Lingfeng gave the order, and flames immediately lit up the city walls as hundreds of canisters of oil rolled down.

The Black Rock Alliance's front-line cavalry were instantly engulfed by the flames, their horses neighing and their soldiers screaming in agony.

The enemy's formation was thrown into disarray, and their ranks immediately broke apart.

Agur stood at the rear of the column, his gaze piercing through the flames as he coldly stared at Zhao Lingfeng atop the city wall.

Agul knew that the other party had seen through his intentions, but he had no way out.

The Black Rock Alliance has gathered the elite forces of the three northern desert tribes. If it is defeated in this battle, it will surely lose the support of the tribal leaders.

With a roar, he ordered the cavalry behind him to continue charging, while simultaneously directing the infantry to circle around to the other side of the city wall in an attempt to avoid Zhao Lingfeng's oil trap.

Zhao Lingfeng saw through Agur's intention and quickly gave the order: "Prepare the fire oil formations on both flanks. All archers, listen up! Target the infantry on the right flank! Fire!"

With each twang of the bowstring, a rain of arrows, like a sudden gust of wind in the night, instantly enveloped Agur's infantry.

The enemy's formation was thrown into chaos once again, and blood splattered all over the foot of the city wall.

Zhao Lingfeng's gaze was as cold as ice. He was not in a hurry to attack, but calmly observed the enemy's movements.

Although Agur's tactics were ingenious, he was unable to break through Zhao Lingfeng's tight defense.

Seeing that the enemy was gradually exhausted, Agur once again organized an elite cavalry force, personally leading it, intending to make a desperate gamble and forcefully break through the western city gate.

Zhao Lingfeng gave a cold laugh and said in a low voice, "As expected, Agur still couldn't resist taking matters into his own hands."

He immediately ordered: "The city gate reserve team, prepare to attack! When the enemy approaches, open the gates and counterattack!"

The war drums suddenly sounded, and Zhao Lingfeng spurred his horse straight towards the west gate.

He personally led a hundred-man elite guard, ambushing them on both sides of the city gate, and personally blew the horn when the enemy approached.

The city gates opened in response, and Agur led hundreds of cavalrymen into the city, only to find themselves already surrounded.

"Charge!" Zhao Lingfeng took the lead, drawing his long sword and leading his personal guards like tigers descending from the mountains, rushing towards the enemy's core.

Caught off guard, the enemy forces were routed by Zhao Lingfeng's surprise attack.

Zhao Lingfeng swung his sword and slashed several people in quick succession, each strike swift and decisive, giving the enemies no chance to retaliate.

He saw Agur charge towards him on horseback, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.

Agul, holding a long spear, stared fiercely at Zhao Lingfeng with wolf-like eyes.

He roared, spurred his horse forward, and thrust his spear straight at Zhao Lingfeng's chest.

Zhao Lingfeng snorted coldly, shifted his body to the side, and met the attack with his longsword. The blade clashed, sparks flying. After several exchanges, Zhao Lingfeng seized an opening, swung his sword fiercely, and slashed at Agur's shoulder.

Despite his injuries, Agul spurred his horse and fled into the distance, his figure gradually disappearing into the chaotic battlefield.

Upon seeing their leader escape, the morale of the Black Rock Alliance collapsed instantly.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Lingfeng loudly ordered, "All troops, launch an attack and clear the battlefield!"

In this battle, the defenders of Hesha City achieved a victory against overwhelming odds, completely crushing the Black Rock Alliance.

The defending troops inside the city were in high spirits and cheered to celebrate their victory.

Zhao Lingfeng, however, did not show any smugness, but coldly watched the departing figure of the Northern Desert general.

There is no room for sentimentality on the battlefield; it is a contest of life and death.

"The Black Rock Allied Forces have retreated. This battle was well fought, but the situation on the border is still unstable." Xu Shengzhan rode up and said with a look of joy but also worry.

Zhao Lingfeng nodded and said in a deep voice, "Although the Black Rock Alliance was defeated, the thoughts of the various tribes in the Northern Desert are unfathomable."

This battle is just the beginning.