Some guard, some flee, and some surrender.

In any war, there will be many people who make different choices.

Yan Qinghe drove his horse slowly and marched slowly in the rear of the cavalry army of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

He was a native of the Southern Dynasty, but was now a general of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Before the war between the Southern Dynasties and the Northern Wei Dynasty really broke out, he had already defected to the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The reason is very simple, he has done countless calculations, and he feels that the Southern Dynasty will not be able to win this war.

He was still very young.

I feel like I have a lot to do.

He also didn't feel how shameful it was to defect to the enemy as a general of the Southern Dynasty.

In his opinion, this is no different from those powerful people who directly defected to Xiao Yan when Xiao Yan raised his army.

Since it is determined that Xiao Yan can win, it is better to directly join Xiao Yan in exchange for a better bright future.

That's what those people thought back then, and they did get the benefits they wanted.

He was still young and didn't have any status, so he missed that opportunity.

This opportunity, he thinks he must seize.

It's just that the only thing he didn't expect was that although the Northern Wei Dynasty welcomed such a demoted general, and naturally gave higher treatment and higher rank, the generals of the Northern Wei Dynasty seemed to look down on a general like him at all, and they were still deliberately squeezing out at all times.

Perhaps this discrimination is likely to change over time.

After a long time, when the Southern Dynasty is destroyed, there will be no north and south, and then it will slowly not distinguish between the Northern Wei and the Southern Liang people.

As long as he has enough military exploits to live at that time and obtain a fief, then he will naturally be able to become a real magnate.

So now he thinks very simply, get as much merit as possible, and then live as much as possible.

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The war horse carefully walked on the not very wide pontoon bridge formed by the accumulation of various floating objects.

The sound of the horses' hooves was not orderly, but as they got closer, the sound of the horses' hooves began to splash harshly, giving a heavy sense of oppression.

Yan Qinghe was not in a hurry.

His cavalry was even less anxious.

The closer they got to the walls, the slower and slower the advance of the men.

Although it is slow, these people are full of mental energy.

They looked up at the Southern Dynasty sergeants who were extremely tired and even wounded, and they naturally felt a sense of superiority in their hearts.

This sense of superiority is also equated with confidence and morale at this time.

Their mental strength was very full, and the weapons on their bodies were not lost, and the arrows in the quivers they carried on their backs even exuded a unique smell of grease and wood.

As a low shout sounded, a mournful whistling sound sounded first.

Hundreds of feathered arrows, which could be described as fresh, flew through the air and fell towards the wall directly in front of them.

The sound of a shield sounded at the same time.

Lin Yi stood at the very edge of the wall.

The heart of the tower erected beside him subconsciously thought it was a flagpole in the eyes of the cavalry at this time.

And standing straight next to this flagpole, facing their Lin Yi, it was natural that he became the target of many feathered arrows.

"Leave him alone. ”

Several shield-wielding sergeants wanted to step forward at the first time, but were stopped by Qi Zhuji.

In the face of these feather arrows falling like rain, Lin Yi didn't have any intention of dodging at all, instead he just raised his head and squinted his eyes, among these feather arrows that fell on his body, he just firmly locked on a few arrows that would pose a threat to his face or the top of his head, and then he threw his fist unusually simple and smashed towards those arrows.

His fist met the arrows first.

Then at least thirty feathered arrows fell on him.

A series of crashes sounded almost simultaneously, followed by a piercing snapping sound and a crackling sound.

At this moment, the arrow seemed to be 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 feather arrows that broke through the air and his fist came into contact, they suddenly stopped, and then broke from the back of the arrow cluster, and the fresh wooden pole exploded, and the sawdust and the implicated wood silk shattered like flowers.

When the more than thirty feathered arrows landed on him, his body shook slightly, but he did not move, and he did not take a single step back.

Broken feathered arrows fell in front of him, like dragonflies that had lost their wings.

Lin Yi slowly retracted his fists, and he breathed deeply, letting the blood surge in his body, relieving the pain of the sharp object hitting the flesh and bones.

His movements are slow, but in the sun, he feels determined and strong, or rather, frightening.

......

All the cavalry on the pontoon bridge seemed to be frozen in an instant, and their movements stopped in unison.

Many of them had even hooked their bowstrings with their fingers, waiting to find a new target to send out the second arrow, but they looked at the broken feather arrows in front of Lin Yi, and for a while they didn't even have the courage to send the second arrow.

Qi Zhuji looked at Lin Yi's back, and he couldn't help laughing.

His smile was full of emotion.

He himself naturally showed great fearlessness and bravery in last night's battle, but when he saw such a picture, he was still unconvinced.

Everyone has their own way of fighting, but Lin Yi's way of fighting is often the most speechless, making people feel unspeakably domineering and intimidating.

A terrible howl suddenly sounded in the air.

A feather arrow was much faster than an ordinary feather arrow, and even with a vortex visible to the naked eye, it fell towards Lin Yi's chest.

A cold sword light was faster than this arrow.

When the bang.

This arrow was slashed away by Lin Yi's sword.

Then Lin Yi casually inserted the sword at his side.

It's still simple, but it's heartbreaking.

However, for Lin Yi, it was not enough.

His gaze fell on one of the archers in the cavalry, he looked at the man coldly, shook his head, and said, "It's too slow." ”

This is undoubtedly a provocation and insult.

However, the archer met his gaze, but he did not dare to look at each other, and he could not shoot a second arrow.

Because Lin Yi is indeed much faster than him.

Several muffled shouts rang out.

With these shouts, the already silent cavalry began to advance slowly again.

There was a shrill sound of metal, and several ladders were pushed forward.

"General?"

Several generals on Wang Chaozong's side spoke in unison, they were waiting for Wang Chaozong's military orders.

"Let him come, listen to his orders. ”

For some reason, Wang Chaozong also had great confidence in Lin Yi, he looked at Lin Yi's figure, looked at the cavalry on the pontoon bridge, and subconsciously felt that this cavalry army could not easily defeat Lin Yi.

When he made such a decision, the picture on the wall seemed a little strange.

No one even came close to Lin Yi.

It was facing the cloud ladder, the most defended place, but only Lin Yi was standing alone.

Lin Yi was motionless.

He watched as the ladders advanced toward the wall, rising, the upper end of which exceeded the height of the wall, but kept some distance from the edge of the wall.

Such a distance can prevent the ladder from being easily damaged by cultivators, and it can also allow some cultivators and martial artists to jump from above and fall onto the city wall.

At the same time, some ordinary long ladders were erected against the city walls.

There was a sound of bowstrings being pulled.

Groups of Northern Wei soldiers began to climb up like ants on the long ladders and cloud ladders.