Some people's impatience is not because they don't have confidence in themselves, but because they are too competitive.

This unusually burly commander of the Northern Wei Dynasty is Xi Ruyu, who is as famous as Yang Lu, Xing Lian, Xi Kangsheng and others in the Northern Wei Dynasty, but whether it is in the Northern Wei border to quell the chaos, or in the previous battles between the feudal domain and some clan private armies, the record of the army he led cannot be compared with the rest.

For him, he is not in a hurry to show himself in front of the rest of the generals, and he does not need to compare with others, but Yang Luo is different.

It's not just that he can't lose to Yang Lu, but the most important thing is that Yang Luan is a subordinate of Zhongshan Wang Yuanying, but he is the general of the Murong family.

In the Northern Wei Dynasty, some officials led by Zhongshan Wang Yuanying and Shangshu Zuochen were the pillars of the Northern Wei Dynasty, but the two factions controlled each other in political affairs. For any magnate, what fights in the end is the support of the royal family and some super-rich lords, as well as the control of military power.

When the two factions are in battle, they naturally want to firmly hold the military power, and then climb up with better military exploits to suppress the generals of the opposing faction.

"It's just a small town, even if you don't issue any more military orders, I can let you get your wish before sunrise tomorrow. ”

The military advisor behind him calmly looked at his back and said softly.

Xi Ruyu smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "That's right." ”

Then he waved his hand.

This is the military advisor who signaled him to be free to do as he pleased.

He was well aware of his own military advisor's abilities.

Since he has reacted that he is too impatient, and some of his actions may bring great hidden dangers to himself in the future, it is better to let his military advisor do it.

Orders rang out one after another.

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"They shouldn't be attacking the city again anytime soon. ”

Qi Zhuji stood on the wall, he always only regarded himself as one of the military advisors of the Tiece Army, and definitely did not regard himself as one of the fierce generals of the Tiece Army. He knew that he couldn't be brave at all in front of Lin Yi and Wei Guanxing.

He frowned deeply, carefully looked at the changes in the Northern Wei army in the sound of military orders one after another, and said, "They will widen and strengthen the pontoon bridge next, Lin Yi, do you want to go and rest for a while." ”

"I'm different from you, I don't need to meditate and practice to refine something to replenish the true element. I'll just need a little sleep, but I'm too excited to fall asleep. ”

Lin Yi is telling the truth.

At this time, his whole body was already a little sore, and many flesh and blood meridians in his body had actually exceeded the limit of what he could bear, but under the rapid flow of qi and blood, his ears and eyes were clear at this time, but his mind was sober to the extreme, which was a feeling of excitement that was difficult to describe in words.

It is impossible for ordinary martial artists and cultivators to feel this way at all, because the qi and blood in their bodies cannot run like him for so long, otherwise I am afraid that the blood and heart will explode.

Except for the Great Kura back then, no other cultivator would have had such an experience, and he didn't know now that if he really forced himself to sleep, would he have the kind of extreme weakness that followed by extreme excitement.

Rather than that, he should keep going.

As long as the people of the Sword Pavilion can arrive, and there is a strong person like the Yuan Dao people, Zhongli City will be able to support it for a long time.

He was born in a general's house, and he knew very well that marching and fighting was to have a high-ranking commander mobilizing the entire flag, and as long as there was a change in one place, he might be able to affect the whole situation.

As long as Zhongli City can hold back the footsteps of the opponent's army, the war between the Southern Dynasties and the Northern Wei Dynasty will have different changes.

Regarding matters related to Lin Yi's cultivation, Qi Zhuji would not express any opinions or suggestions at all.

He nodded and said, "Then I'll go to the warehouse and rummage through it to see if there is any suitable medicine that can replenish the true yuan." ”

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Lin Yi began to eat.

One of the Tiece Sergeants was at his side with great respect, mixing the marching rations into a paste with clean, warm water, while the other two Tiece Sergeants rinsed him with a gourd scoop of water and wiped the filth from his body with loofah tendons.

These three Tiece Army sergeants are usually the head of the fire army, and they are responsible for the diet of the three hundred Tiece troops during the march, at this time, this loofah tendon is the inner bag of the old loofah, which is usually used to scrub the pot, but when the two Tiece Army sergeants tried to wipe it with a soft cloth, they found that the blood stains could not be scrubbed at all.

Although no sharp weapon could really pierce Lin Yi's body, those clusters of arrows, the enemy's swords, and the cultivator's true element, these forces impacted the blood stained on Lin Yi's body, but these colors seemed to be imprinted into Lin Yi's skin.

Lin Yi took off his Tianbi treasure clothes, he was naked, at this time, there were two Tiece army sergeants to help him wipe his body, and he drank the marching rations in a big gulp, but neither he nor the rest of the sergeants, no one felt that this kind of picture was a little incongruous.

On the contrary, looking at the various marks on his body, which were like dried blood stains that had penetrated deep into his body, everyone's eyes welled up with more respect.

They could understand that the Heavenly Treasure Cloak had helped the young cultivator resist many sharp weapons, but they all knew very well that such an extremely thin garment could not stop the pain of strength.

It really hurt.

But the pain often becomes a habit.

During the battle, Lin Yi felt that he had gradually become accustomed to that kind of pain.

And now, he's starting to itch all over his body.

It was not tickled by the two Tiece Army sergeants, but from the depths of flesh and blood, where those powers went deeper, began to flood out.

The depths of the flesh that had been struck by sharp weapons began to look like countless ants crawling.

His body was still hot.

Even if the cool water rushes up, it is easy to form a layer of white mist.

Lin Yi took a deep breath, he didn't stop eating.

He could easily feel that it was damaged flesh growing, countless strands of incomparably fine flesh being broken apart and now being re-twisted together.

He didn't feel the flesh stiff.

Scars tend to be stiffer than normal flesh.

Yet the flesh seemed stronger, more resilient, more powerful.

At this time, he suddenly thought of Ye Qingwei.

His senior sister when he was in Nantianyuan.

Of course, he didn't have any special personal feelings for Ye Qingwei, but in this kind of leisure time like purgatory, it seemed that it was easy to think of that kind of quiet and peaceful time.

He thought of what he looked like when he was cultivating at that time, when Ye Qingwei helped him fight.

He couldn't help but laugh.

That kind of past is pleasant, and the increase in strength at this time also makes him feel happy.

At this time, no one in the Northern Wei army should have thought that after such a fierce battle, he was not scarred and weak, but he was getting stronger.