The generals beside Wei Rui were also furious, but when they saw Wei Rui laughing and vomiting blood, these people were frightened and rushed forward.
"The Northern Wei army suffered too many losses, and the situation is over. Even if most of them cannot be wiped out today, they will not be able to overturn the situation."
A general put his hand on his back, continuously sending precious real energy into his body to calm Wei Rui's churning energy and blood, and said urgently at the same time.
"No, it's okay."
Wei Rui straightened up and shook his head at the general with a wry smile. His eyes were tightly squinted in the heavy rain, and the corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles.
He looked at the dark night in the north and let out a long sigh, "I'm not worried about not winning this battle, but I'm worried about the Xiao family. It would be fine if someone else is leading the army, but this is King Linchuan.
Xiao Hong is the emperor’s younger brother.”
All these generals were speechless.
Raindrops hit the iron armor on their bodies, flowing in along the gaps in the iron armor, and dripping on their skin layer by layer.
Their hearts were a little cold.
Somewhat chilling.
Whose world is this?
Regardless of how many brothers they had seen killed and injured in the past when they led the army, from the Battle of Zhongli to now, they have been traveling day and night, fighting continuously, how many brothers have they seen killed and wounded?
They can die in battle, they can die for a military order, but seeing the fruits of the final victory right in front of them, they are forced to stop moving forward because of such a military order, which is too chilling.
These people at this time are the epitome of all the border troops in the Southern Dynasties, but Xiao Hong's conservatism and weakness are the epitome of the entire Jiankang Imperial City at this time.
A young practitioner stood not far behind these frontier generals.
He is tolerant.
From Zhongli City to here, he saw more tragic battles.
In Zhongli City, the troops of the Northern Wei Dynasty were all rushing into battle, but the closer they got to the northern border, the more he saw that his troops from the Southern Dynasties were desperately rushing towards the enemy because of an order, even if it was just to exhaust the opponent's strength.
Arrow.
The mood of watching one's own people die like this is completely different from watching the Northern Wei army die like this.
Rong Yi thought of so many missing people in Zhongli City, looked at Wei Rui's bleak smile in front of him, and looked at the rain splashing on his body. He just felt that these raindrops were like countless arrows.
Arrow pierces the heart.
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On a certain road heading south, several carriages were struggling to move forward on the muddy road. The rain was too heavy. These carriages were not the extraordinarily luxurious carriages originally.
The water mist kept coming, and even the cracks in the wood were seeping water.
"It's raining so hard that even the carriage is leaking. Why don't we choose a place to camp and leave at dawn?"
In one of the carriages, a middle-aged man reached out to catch a few drops of water falling from his head. Seeing that even the cushions under him were wet with water, he couldn't help but shook his head and patted the wall of the carriage.
, said to the driver in front.
This man actually doesn't look too old, but his hair is already gray, giving him an older look.
His face is 60-70% similar to Lin Yi. Anyone who is familiar with Lin Yi, even if they have never seen this man before, will probably immediately associate him with Lin Yi, and they will be able to wake up in an instant.
This man should be Lin Yi's father Lin Wangbei.
Before, he was a general of the frontier army and was focused on heading north, but when the old dynasty changed to the new dynasty, he became a criminal.
After waiting for many more years, he finally made his way back to his hometown.
"General Lin, it is naturally difficult to drive in a heavy rain. It's just that the slower the car travels, the less likely it is to stop. We can't send you to the next station on time. It could be whipped at worst, or you could lose your head at worst. I hope you can help me."
be magnanimous."
The voice of the driver escorting the carriage rang out amid the sound of rain.
He spoke very politely. Although Lin Wangbei was pardoned and was able to return to Changling to retire, at most he was free of crime and was not a court official. This man was still addressed as a general, which showed more respect.
"Really?"
Lin Wangbei shook his head slightly with some emotion, but the look on his face became a little strange, "You have been extremely polite to me in the past ten days and taken good care of me. I thought, if you show a little bit of intolerance,
Maybe I can spare your life, but it's a pity that everything is fake. If you die here, I won't be able to bear it."
The whole carriage shook. The driver driving the carriage was in a violent mood. He unconsciously reined in the horse with both hands. The horse, which was already somewhat unsteady in the mud, suddenly neighed and almost fell down.
The carriages in front and behind did not expect such a change. There was a shout from behind, and the two horses pulling the carriage almost hit the carriage that suddenly stopped in the rain curtain.
"General Lin, I don't know what you mean."
The coachman's voice continued to sound, a little trembling.
"Why should a man of knowledge speak secretly?"
Lin Wangbei smiled slightly and said, "Didn't you ambush two thousand soldiers and horses in the valley ahead?"
The whole carriage suddenly shook, but suddenly it was absolutely still.
The driver on the front of the carriage suddenly exuded a momentum as heavy as a mountain, forcing the entire carriage's wheels into the mud until it was halfway through.
The two war horses were so frightened that they fell to their knees at the same time.
"You actually know so clearly?"
The driver on the front of the car was silent for a breath, and then slowly turned around. He was a man in his forties, with dark complexion and a conspicuous mole between his eyebrows.
He frowned deeply, and the mole looked particularly rosy, "It's just General Lin, since you know so clearly, why do you still think you can kill me?"
"Because you didn't know me well enough, the few people who really knew me in the past are all dead."
Lin Wangbei suppressed his smile and said calmly: "Actually, everyone knows that among the frontier generals who had the same rank as me, my cultivation level should be the worst."
"Those people have higher cultivation than me."
He paused, repeated such a sentence, and then said: "My military exploits are pretty good, and I have won many beautiful battles, but you have never thought that if the old dynasty had not been changed to the new dynasty, I would have lived another three years that year.
, and they want to be promoted to the rank of general, then my cultivation level is not higher than theirs, and my military achievements may not be much higher than theirs, so why should I be promoted first?"
The driver at the front of the car frowned even deeper.
He was not in a hurry.
He can continue this conversation, and in his opinion, the longer it is delayed, the more beneficial it is to him.
"Maybe it's because you have the best relationship with the emperor of the previous dynasty and are the most loyal to him?"
He looked at the car in front of him and said.
What he said was not a joke.
Because this seems to be the most likely.
Lin Wangbei shook his head.
"Because I am younger than them." He gave the correct answer calmly, "My cultivation speed is actually faster than them. Also, several people in the palace knew that some of my staff were better than them.
The staff of the other generals are much more powerful."