"General Wei, please be content."

The generals beside Wei Rui were also angry, but when they saw Wei Rui laughing and vomiting blood, these people were shocked and rushed forward.

"The Northern Wei army was too severe to suffer losses, and the situation was hopeless. Even if they could not annihilate most of their bodies today, they would not be able to make a big splash."

A general put his hand on his back and sent his precious true energy into his body to calm down Wei Rui's churning qi and blood, and said anxiously.

"No, it's okay."

Wei Rui stood up and shook his head at the general with a wry smile. His eyes were squinted tightly in the heavy rain, and wrinkles were all over the corners of his eyes.

He looked at the dark night in the north and sighed, "I'm not worried that I can't win this battle, but that I'm worried about the world of his Xiao family. It would be fine if the person who commanded the entire army was someone else, but this is Xiao Hong, the King of Linchuan, and the emperor's younger brother."

All these generals were speechless.

The raindrops hit the iron armor on their bodies, flowing in through the gaps of the iron armor, and constantly pouring on their skin layer by layer.

Their hearts were a little cold.

A little heartbroken.

Whose family is this?

Regardless of how many brothers they led their troops to see with their own eyes, until now, they have been going through the battle day and night, and have seen many brothers' casualties?

They can die in battle or die for a military order, but seeing that the fruit of the final victory is right in front of them, they are forced to stop moving forward because of such a military order, which is too heartbreaking.

These people at this time are a microcosm of all the border troops of the Southern Dynasty, while Xiao Hong's conservatism and weakness are a microcosm of the entire Jiankang Imperial City at this time.

A young practitioner stood not far behind these border generals.

He is Rong Yi.

From Zhongli City to here, he saw more tragic battle formations.

In Zhongli City, the Northern Wei army rushed to the battlefield to the death, but the closer he got to the northern border, the more he saw his Southern Dynasties rushing towards the enemy because of an order, even if it was just to exhaust the opponent's arrows.

Seeing 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 people who disappeared in Zhongli City, looking at Wei Rui's bleak smile ahead, and watching the rain splashing on his body, he only felt that these raindrops were like countless arrows, and they were really thousands of arrows piercing the heart.

...

On a certain road to the south, several carriages were moving forward on the muddy road. The rain was too heavy. These carriages were not originally those extraordinarily expensive carriages. Not only were the shattered mists in the gaps in the windows, but even the gaps in the wood were constantly seeping water.

"It's so heavy rain that even this carriage is leaking. Why not choose a place to camp and leave again tomorrow?"

In one of the carriages, a middle-aged man reached out to receive a few drops of water drops falling from his head. Seeing that even the mat under him had become watery, he couldn't help but shake his head, patted the wall of the carriage, and said to the coachman in front of him.

The man actually doesn't look old, but his hair is gray, which adds a bit of old appearance.

His face is sixty or seventy percent similar to Lin Yi. As long as he is a familiar person, even if he has never seen this man before, he will immediately associate him with Lin Yi and will be able to realize that this man should be Lin Yi's father Lin Wangbei.

Before, he was a general of the border army and was determined to go north, but when the old and new dynasties changed, he became a criminal minister.

After waiting for many years, he finally embarked on his way back home.

"General Lin, it is natural to be difficult to travel with heavy rain. But the slower the car, the less dare you stop. We cannot send you to the next station on time. At the least, it is a whip shape, and at the worst, it is a matter of losing your head. I hope you will be more responsible."

The sound of the driver escorting the car rang out in the sound of rain.

He spoke very politely. Although Lin Wangbei was pardoned and was able to return to Changling for retirement, he was at most absent from the crime and was not a court official. This person was still called a general, so he showed even more respect.

"Is that true?"

Lin Wangbei shook his head slightly with emotion, but the expression on his face became a little strange, "You have been extremely polite to me for more than ten days and have taken good care of you. I thought, if you show a little bit of unbearableness, I might be able to spare your life, but unfortunately everything is hypocritical. If you die here, I will definitely not be able to bear it."

The carriage was shocked all over, and the driver who was driving the carriage was in a violent mood. He unconsciously pulled the horse with both hands. The horse, who had been unstable in the mud, suddenly neighed and almost fell.

The carriages in front and behind did not expect such an abnormal movement. With a shout from behind, two horses pulling the carriage almost hit the sudden pause in the rain curtain.

"General Lin, I don't know what you mean."

The coachman's voice continued to sound, trembling.

"Why should a wise man say secret words?"

Lin Wangbei smiled slightly and said, "Didn't you ambush two thousand soldiers in the valley ahead?"

The whole carriage suddenly shook, but suddenly it was absolutely still.

The driver on the front of the car suddenly exuded a heavy aura, pressing the wheels of the entire carriage into the mud until more than half.

Both of the war horses arrived in extreme fear and fell to the ground at the same time.

"You actually know so clearly?"

The driver on the front of the car was silent for a while, and then slowly turned around. He was a man in his forties, with dark skin and a conspicuous mole on his eyebrows.

He frowned deeply, and the mole turned particularly rosy. "It's just General Lin, since you know so clearly, why do you still think you can kill me?"

"Because you don't know me enough, the few people who really knew me in the previous dynasty are dead."

Lin Wangbei calmed down his smile and said calmly: "Actually everyone knows that among the border generals who had the same official rank as me back then, my cultivation should be the worst."

"Those people have higher cultivation than mine."

He paused, repeated this sentence, and then said, "My military achievements are pretty good, and I have won many beautiful battles. But you have never thought that if it weren't for the old dynasty changing into a new dynasty, I would have to be promoted to the first level of general in three years. Then my cultivation level is not higher than theirs, and my military achievements may not be much higher than them. Why do you have to mention me first when you promote it?"

The coachman on the front of the car frowned a little deeper.

He was not anxious.

He could continue such a conversation, and in his opinion, the more delayed the time, the more it would be in his favor.

"Maybe it's because you have the best relationship with the emperor of the previous dynasty, and he seems to be the most loyal?"

He looked at the carriage in front of him and said.

His words are not a joke.

Because this seems to be the greatest possibility.

Lin Wangbei shook his head.
Chapter completed!