There were fresh flesh and blood stumps flying up, some from the Northern Wei sergeants killed by Yan Qinghe and those generals, and some from Yan Qinghe and those generals.
The expressions on the faces of the Southern Dynasty sergeants in Zhongli City and the Northern Wei army in the distance were all very exciting.
The cries of those in the Northern Wei cavalry revealed the identities of the generals who were overwhelmed by anger.
The Southern Dynasty sergeants in the inner city of Zhongli were very relieved.
The Northern Wei people on Jiangxin Island and along the river felt very humiliated.
Regardless of whether Yan Qinghe and his several generals were from the Southern Dynasties or the Northern Wei Dynasty, such a pre-battle mutiny was ultimately a shame.
The sun was a little too hot, and the proud commander of the Northern Wei Dynasty who was sitting on the chariot felt a little pain on his face.
He felt as if his face had been slapped by Lin Yi on the city wall.
His left palm slapped the corner of the chariot heavily, making a thunderous roar.
The uproar around him suddenly disappeared. Following the direction of his finger, a gray-clothed cultivator with an extremely gloomy expression flew out from the shadow of his chariot.
When this gloomy-looking gray-shirted cultivator appeared on the pontoon bridge leading to the city wall in Jiangxinzhou, the mutiny had subsided, and Yan Qinghe and several of his generals had turned into a pile of broken flesh and blood.
The cavalry looked at the fragments of flesh and blood filling the gaps in the pontoon bridge, and the anger in their hearts gradually disappeared. When they looked at the gray-shirted cultivator again, only fear remained in their hearts.
The sound of armor rubbing against armor sounded like a tide.
The remaining two thousand cavalrymen all knelt down in front of the gray-shirted cultivator in a dark mass.
"No matter who your superior generals are, no matter what military orders they give, you must obey them unconditionally. This is military discipline and rules." The gray-shirted practitioner looked at the man kneeling in front of him.
There was no pride in the eyes of these cavalrymen, only indifference and solemnity. "Think about the records of you in the history books, and think about your families."
When he finished saying this, the entire pontoon trembled uneasily.
Because every one of these cavalrymen was trembling.
Glory is important, but the most important thing is that this gray-shirted practitioner can indeed decide the fate of their family, including life and death.
If they are found guilty on the battlefield, a very tragic fate awaits their families.
"You should understand what you need to do now."
The gray-shirted cultivator looked at the broken flesh and blood indifferently, "The only ones who can change your military orders are your generals, but your generals have been killed by you, so this military order will continue. Either die or break through.
This city.”
At first this cavalry was arrogant.
The total number of Southern Dynasty sergeants in the entire Zhongli City was almost the same as theirs, not to mention that there were many city walls in the south. They were full of energy, but the Southern Dynasty sergeants on the city walls were so exhausted that they could hardly lift their weapons.
However, no one has the confidence to conquer this city now.
The young Southern Dynasty practitioner had already defeated their will.
But now, they have no choice.
One person stood up silently, turned around, and then more people stood up. Everyone in the cavalry stood up and rushed towards the city wall silently.
"How about it?"
While the gray-shirted practitioner was talking to the Northern Wei cavalry, Qi Zhuji and Xiao Suxin came to Lin Yi's side. The gray-shirted practitioner's voice was not low and could be heard on the city walls.
Qi Zhuji knew very well that what the gray-shirted practitioner said was not only for everyone in the Northern Wei cavalry army to hear, but also for everyone in the rear army.
The best outcome for this cavalry army, which they felt was humiliated, was to die in battle here.
The mourning soldiers may not necessarily win, but sacrificing their own life and death for the safety of their families will definitely make these Northern Wei soldiers who have already lost their fighting spirit become even crazier.
"If those practitioners don't take action, you don't need to worry about me. Let the others rest first without staring at them. If you are worried, rest in groups." Lin Yi looked at Qi Zhuji and Xiao Suxin and said softly.
"Did you hear that clearly?"
Qi Zhuji turned around quickly and walked towards Wang Chaozong behind him, "Rest when you hear clearly. If you are worried, just leave three or four practitioners and one or two hundred people to guard you."
His words didn't sound polite, but at this time, his directness didn't make people feel rude.
Wang Chaozong took a deep breath. He looked at Lin Yi's back, his eyes filled with emotion.
Lin Yi's figure was very ordinary, so naturally he was not tall or stalwart. However, in his eyes, he was extremely tall.
"Arrange a rest, Lao Zhu and I will stay here."
When he was arranging several generals, Lin Yiwei in front turned around and said: "Here are some buckets of clean water. The buckets should be bigger."
The mutiny of these cavalrymen had bought him some time to rest.
The soreness and swelling in his arms has been greatly reduced. Every time his heart beats, the squeezed blood flows through his veins like streams of heat.
The faster the blood runs, the higher the temperature of his body becomes.
His confidence is no longer unfounded.
His strength recovered quickly.
According to previous battles, he had already killed more than 700 people on the other side, and it seemed that killing a few hundred more people would not be a big deal.
Then his limit should definitely be more than what these two thousand cavalry troops can push out.
What made him feel most uncomfortable at this time was that the blood was dried by his body temperature and adhered to his body, like layers of dirt, which was very uncomfortable.
He needs to be more energetic, and he can't use his true energy to directly incite the skin membrane and then break all the dirt and fly it out like ordinary practitioners, so he needs clean water.
The clean water was delivered very quickly, but when several buckets of clean water were delivered, the figure of the Northern Wei sergeant had already appeared at the top of the ladder.
Lin Yi casually picked up a bucket of water and poured it over his head.
The waterfall of water washed away the dirt on his body. Although it was impossible to wash it away, it washed away an extraordinarily sharp aura in everyone's mind.
There was still cold water flowing on Lin Yi's body.
He raised his head, squinted his eyes slightly to face the skylight, and then drew his sword.
The heads of three Northern Wei sergeants who jumped from the air flew up into the sky accompanied by blood.
Several arms were lifted up by the sword light he swung next.
The soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty who had just climbed up the long ladder lost their arms holding weapons, and still roared and rushed towards him like crazy tigers, but were easily knocked away by the falling sword light.
There was a crash.
Lin Yi lifted the second bucket of water and poured it over his head.
Bang!
He smashed the empty barrel out, knocking the two Northern Wei sergeants who were rushing from the front out of the city wall.
Amidst the flying sawdust, Lin realized that he had more ways to fight.
He inserted all his swords into the pile of corpses beside him, and then punched forward.
His fist hit the forehead of a Northern Wei sergeant who was slashing at him with a knife.
The Northern Wei Dynasty sergeant's head suddenly tilted back, and the back of his neck suddenly made a bone-breaking sound.
The knife that fell on Lin Yi lost its power. Lin Yi naturally grabbed the knife in his hand and threw it forward casually.