There were fresh flesh and blood stumps flying, some from the Northern Wei soldiers who were killed by Yan Qinghe and those generals, and some from Yan Qinghe and those generals.

The faces of the Southern Dynasty soldiers in Zhongli City and the Northern Wei army in the distance were all wonderful.

The shouts of those in this Northern Wei cavalry showed the identity of the generals who were overwhelmed by anger.

The Southern Dynasty sergeants in Zhongli's inner city were all relieved.

And those Northern Wei people on Jiangxinzhou and on the banks of the river felt very humiliated.

Regardless of whether Yan Qinghe and several of his subordinates would be from the Southern Dynasties or the Northern Wei Dynasty, such a mutiny before the battle was a shame after all.

The sun was a little too hot, and the face of the proud Northern Wei commander on the chariot ached.

He felt like he had been slapped in the face by Lin Yi on the city wall.

His left palm slammed into the corner of the chariot, and there was a thunderous roar.

The uproar around him suddenly disappeared, and as he pointed his finger, a gray-shirted cultivator with an extremely gloomy face flew out of the shadows of his chariot.

By the time this gloomy-faced gray-shirted cultivator appeared on the pontoon bridge leading to the city wall in Jiang Xinzhou, the mutiny had subsided, and Yan Qinghe and several of his subordinates had turned into a pile of broken flesh and blood.

The anger in the cavalry gradually disappeared as they looked at the flesh fragments that filled the gaps in the pontoon, and when they looked at the gray-shirted cultivator again, there was only fear left in their hearts.

The sound of armor rubbing against armor sounded like a tidal wave.

The remaining 2,000 or so cavalrymen all knelt down in front of the gray-shirted cultivator.

"No matter what kind of people your higher-ranking generals are, no matter what kind of military orders they give, you must obey them unconditionally, this is military discipline and rules. The gray-shirted cultivator looked at the cavalry kneeling in front of him, there was no smugness in his eyes, only indifference and slaughter, "Think about what is written about you in the annals of history, think about your family. ”

When he said this, the whole pontoon trembled uneasily.

Because these cavalry are trembling in everyone.

Glory is important, but the most important thing is that this gray-shirted cultivator can indeed decide the fate of their family, including life and death.

If they are found guilty on the battlefield, it will be a very tragic fate for their families.

"You should understand what you need to do now. ”

The gray-shirted cultivator looked indifferently at the pool of broken flesh and blood, "The only one who can change your military order is your general, but your general has already been killed by you, so this military order will continue." Either die or conquer the city. ”

At first the cavalry was contemptuous.

The Southern Dynasty sergeants in the entire Zhongli City added up to about the same number as them, not to mention that there were many southern city walls, they were full of spirit, and those Southern Dynasty sergeants on the city walls were so tired that they could barely raise the weapons in their hands.

But now no one has the confidence to storm the city.

That young Southern Dynasty cultivator had already broken their will.

Only now, they have no choice.

One man stood up in silence and turned around, and then more people stood up... Everyone in this cavalry stood up and silently rushed to the wall.

......

"How?"

While the gray-shirted cultivator was talking to the Northern Wei cavalry, Qi Zhuji and Xiao Suxin came to Lin Yi's side. The gray-shirted cultivator's voice was not low, and it could be heard on the city walls.

Qi Zhuji knew very well that the words of this gray-shirted cultivator were not only for everyone in this Northern Wei cavalry army, but also for everyone in the rear army.

The best outcome of this cavalry army, which they felt humiliated, was to die here.

The mourning soldiers may not necessarily win, but exchanging their lives and deaths for the safety of their families will definitely make these Northern Wei soldiers who have lost their fighting spirit even more crazy.

"If it weren't for those cultivators, you wouldn't have to worry about me. Let the rest of the people rest first, don't stare at the side, if you don't worry, rest in batches. Lin Yi looked at Qi Zhuji and Xiao Suxin and said softly.

"Did you hear me?"

Qi Zhuji turned around very simply, and he walked towards the Wang Dynasty Sect behind him, "Rest if you hear clearly, if you don't worry, just leave three or four cultivators and one or two hundred people to guard." ”

His words didn't sound polite, but the directness didn't come across as rude at such times.

Wang Chaozong took a deep breath, he looked at Lin Yi's back, his eyes were full of emotion.

Lin Yi's figure is very ordinary, naturally not burly and majestic, but in his eyes at this time, he is extremely tall.

"Arrange a rest, Lao Zhu and I are here to guard. ”

When he arranged for several generals, Lin Yiwei in front turned around and said, "Come here and have a few buckets of water, the buckets should be bigger." ”

The mutiny of these cavalry had bought him some time to rest.

The feeling of soreness in his arms had greatly subsided, and with every beating of his heart, the squeezed blood flowed in his veins, like a stream of heat.

The faster the blood runs, the warmer his body becomes.

His faith was not unfounded.

His strength recovered quickly.

According to the previous battle, he had already killed more than 700 people on the other side, and it seemed that it would not be a big deal to kill a few hundred more people.

Then his limit should definitely not be just what more than 2,000 cavalry can force.

At this time, what made him feel most unhappy was that the blood was burned by the body temperature on his body, and it adhered to him, like layers of dirt, which was very uncomfortable.

He needed to be more energetic, and he couldn't use the true essence to directly agitate the skin membrane and then shatter all the dirt and shake it out like an ordinary cultivator, so he needed clean water.

The clear water was delivered quickly, but when a few buckets of clear water were delivered, the figure of the Northern Wei sergeant had already appeared at the top of the ladder.

Lin Yi casually lifted a bucket of water and poured it over his head.

The waterfall washed away the dirt on his body, although it was impossible to wash it away, but in everyone's feelings, it washed out an extraordinarily fierce aura.

Lin Yi's body still had cold water flowing.

He raised his head, squinted slightly at the skylight, and drew his sword.

The heads of three Northern Wei soldiers who jumped from the sky flew into the sky with blood.

Several arms were lifted by the flash of the knife he swung next.

The Northern Wei sergeants who had just climbed up the long ladder had lost their arms holding their weapons, and still roared and rushed towards him like mad tigers, but then they were easily slapped out by the falling sword light.

There was a bang.

Lin Yi lifted the second bucket of water and poured it over his head.

Boom!

The empty barrel was smashed out by him, smashing the two Northern Wei soldiers who rushed forward from the city wall.

In the midst of the flying sawdust, Lin Yi thought that he had more ways to fight.

He plunged all his swords into the pile of corpses at his side, and threw a punch forward.

His fist slammed into the forehead of one of the Northern Wei soldiers who slashed at him with a knife.

The head of the Northern Wei sergeant suddenly tilted back, and the back of his neck suddenly made a sound of bones shattering.

The knife that fell on Lin Yi's body lost its strength softly, and Lin Yi naturally grabbed the knife in his hand, and then threw it forward casually.