Some are guarding, some are fleeing, and some are surrendering.
In any war, many people will make different choices.
Yan Qinghe drove his horse slowly to the rear of the Northern Wei cavalry army.
He was from the Southern Dynasties, but now he was a general in the Northern Wei Dynasty.
Before the war between the Southern Dynasties and the Northern Wei actually broke out, he had already surrendered to the Northern Wei.
The reason is very simple. He has made countless calculations and feels that the Southern Dynasty cannot win this war.
He is still very young.
I feel like I have a lot to do.
He didn't feel it was shameful to surrender to the enemy as a general of the Southern Dynasty.
In his opinion, this is no different from those powerful people who directly took refuge in Xiao Yan when Xiao Yan raised his army.
Since it is concluded that Xiao Yan can win, it is better to join Xiao Yan directly in exchange for a better and brighter future.
That's what those people thought back then, and they did get the benefits they wanted.
He was still young and had no status at the time, so he missed that opportunity.
This opportunity, he thought, he must seize.
But the only thing he didn't expect was that although the Northern Wei Dynasty welcomed such a surrendered general and naturally gave him higher treatment and a higher official rank, the generals of the Northern Wei Dynasty seemed to look down on such a subordinated general like him at all.
Always deliberately crowding out.
Perhaps with the passage of time, such discrimination may change.
As time goes by, when the Southern Dynasty is destroyed, there will be no more north and south, and there will gradually be no distinction between the people of the Northern Wei Dynasty and the people of the Southern Liang Dynasty.
As long as he has enough military exploits, can survive at that time, and obtain a fiefdom, then he can naturally become a real powerful person.
So what he thinks now is very simple, to get some military exploits as much as possible, and then live as long as possible.
The war horse carefully walked on the not-so-wide pontoon formed by various floating objects.
The sound of horse hooves was not orderly, but as it got closer and closer, the increasingly dense sound of horse hooves began to splash with harsh water, giving people a heavy sense of oppression.
Yan Qinghe was not impatient.
The cavalry under his command were even less impatient.
The closer they are to the city wall, the slower and steady their advancement speed becomes.
Although slow, these people are full of energy.
They raised their heads and looked at the Southern Dynasty soldiers who were extremely tired and even injured, and they naturally felt a sense of superiority in their hearts.
This sense of superiority is also equivalent to confidence and morale at this time.
Their spirits were full, and the weapons on their bodies were not worn out. The arrows in the quivers they carried even exuded a unique smell of grease and wood.
Following a low command, a shrill whistle sounded first.
Hundreds of feathered arrows that could be described as fresh flew through the air and fell towards the wall directly in front of them.
The sound of holding shields sounded at the same time.
Lin Yi stood at the edge of the wall.
The cavalrymen subconsciously thought that the tower standing next to him was a flagpole.
Lin Yi, who was standing straight next to the flagpole and facing them, naturally became the target of many arrows.
"Leave him alone."
Several soldiers holding shields wanted to step forward immediately, but Qi Zhuji stopped them.
Facing these feather arrows falling like rain, Lin Yi had no intention of avoiding them. Instead, he just raised his head and narrowed his eyes. In the midst of these feather arrows falling towards his body, he just stood firm
He locked onto a few arrows that would pose a threat to his face or top of his head, and then he punched those arrows with an unusually simple punch.
His fist met the arrows first.
Then at least thirty more feather arrows fell on him.
A series of impact sounds sounded almost simultaneously, followed by harsh snapping sounds and explosions.
The arrow at this moment seemed very fast, so it seemed that the flow of time was slow.
Lin Yi's fist was still stretched out, but the moment the few arrows that shot through the air came into contact with his fist, they stopped suddenly, and then broke off from the back of the arrow cluster, and the fresh wooden pole exploded, with sawdust and implicated
The wood fibers splintered like flowers.
When more than thirty feather arrows landed on him, his body shook slightly, but he stood firm and did not take a step back.
Broken feathers and arrows fell in front of him, like dragonflies that had lost their wings.
Lin Yi slowly withdrew his fist and took a deep breath, letting the blood flow in his body to relieve the pain of sharp objects impacting his flesh and bones.
His movements are very slow, but under the sunlight, they feel particularly firm and powerful, or in other words, frightening.
All the cavalrymen on the pontoon seemed to be frozen instantly, and their movements all stopped.
Many of them had even moved their fingers on the bowstring, waiting to find a new target to shoot the second arrow. However, when they looked at the broken arrows in front of Lin Yi, they didn't even have the courage to shoot the second arrow.
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Qi Zhuji looked at Lin Yi's back and couldn't help but laugh.
His smile was full of emotion.
He himself had naturally shown fearlessness and bravery in last night's battle, but seeing such a scene, he was still indescribably convinced.
Everyone has their own fighting style, but Lin Yi's fighting style is often the most speechless, making people feel indescribably domineering and shocking.
An extremely shrill roar suddenly sounded in the air.
A feathered arrow traveled much faster than an ordinary feathered arrow, and even landed on Lin Yi's chest with a vortex visible to the naked eye.
A cold sword light was faster than this arrow.
A banging sound.
The arrow was chopped off by Lin Yi's sword.
Then Lin Yi took advantage of the situation and inserted the sword at his side again casually.
This picture is still simple, but heartbreaking.
However, it was not enough for Lin Yi.
His eyes fell on an archer in the cavalry. He looked at the man coldly, shook his head and said, "Too slow."
This is undoubtedly a provocation and insult.
However, the archer met his gaze, but did not dare to look at him, and was unable to shoot a second arrow.
Because Lin Yi is indeed much faster than him.
Several low-pitched orders sounded.
Following these several orders, the cavalry, which had been silent, began to advance slowly again.
There was a harsh metallic sound, and several ladders were pushed forward.
"General?"
Several generals beside Chaozong spoke out in unison. They were waiting for Chaozong's military orders.
"Let him come and listen to his military orders."
For some reason, Wang Chaozhong also had great confidence in Lin Yi. He looked at Lin Yi's figure and the cavalry on the pontoon, and subconsciously he felt that this cavalry could not easily defeat Lin Yi.
When he made such a decision, the picture on the wall looked a little strange.
No one even came close to Lin Yi.
In the area facing the ladder, which should be defended the most, Lin Yi was the only one standing.
Lin Yi remained motionless.
He watched as the ladders advanced towards the city wall and rose up. The upper ends of the ladders exceeded the height of the city wall, but kept a certain distance from the edge of the city wall.
This distance can prevent the ladder from being easily damaged by practitioners, and also allows some practitioners and warriors to jump from it to the city wall.
At the same time, some ordinary long ladders were also erected against the city wall.
There was the sound of a bowstring being pulled.
Groups of Northern Wei sergeants began to quickly climb up the long ladders and cloud ladders like ants.