As the sound around him weakened, the sound immediately became clear...

"Didn't the imperial edict talk about peace talks? Then why do we still have to fight? Why don't we go back to Zhuozhou and wait for the result of peace talks?"

The voice continued.

All the eyes around were focused on the source of the sound.

Wang Yue, dressed in an ordinary soldier, had beards on his face, and even his voice deliberately changed a little, continued to shout in the eyes of the crowd...

"I fought for six years, from Liaodong to Xijin. Now I finally stopped fighting. I can marry a wife and have a baby safely. Why do I have to continue fighting? Isn't it good to surrender to the Southern Dynasty? The Southern Dynasty has money and food, and the military pay alone can be 50 trump cards. We surrender to the Southern Dynasty without worrying about food or drinking. Now the imperial edict says that we don't need to fight again, why should we continue fighting?"

He destroyed the morale brought by Yelu Dashi like a little demon.

This is what he was waiting for. He knew very well that Yelu Dashi would not accept the order, and Zuo Qigong and Xiao Bodi could not suppress Yelu Dashi. But a mutiny would be fine, but it doesn’t matter if Yelu Dashi didn’t accept the order. The soldiers here would just accept the order. Yelu Dashi was indeed a man and could be considered a hero, but his soldiers were all living beings who made a living. Heroes liked to be heroes, so he would do whatever they wanted. All living beings would be all living beings.

After all, it's just money!

The thin soldiers around who were only thirty cents a year immediately whispered to each other with their eyes shining brightly.

Fifty taels!

These guys are just a group of refugees who fled, and they are loyal to the Daliao!

They simply because Yelu Chun has thirty stakes a year, so they can support their family. Although they are less so that they are called the Thin Army, they have no other extravagance as refugees. After all, it is already considered lucky to be able to live. Now when they hear that the Southern Dynasty actually has a military salary of fifty stakes, the Southern Dynasty emperor is obviously much more generous than Yelu Chun. It is obviously more cost-effective to give Yelu Chun his life to the Southern Dynasty emperor.

This is worth yearning for.

What's more, even Yelu Chun's imperial edict is said that the troops retreated to Zhuozhou to wait for the result of the peace talks. If the peace talks are successful, wouldn't they all become soldiers of the Southern Dynasty?

The military pay of fifty cents a year is not a dream, but you can get it by just waiting!

That's a fucking thing!

The opposite side is the always-winning army, and even if they can fight, many people will die. Moreover, after Yelu Dashi's words, he opposed this peace talk. After the fight, the 50-ton military salary a year was ruined. He risked his life and lost the 50-ton military salary that he was about to receive. Wouldn't that become a fool? Yelu Dashi's silly, was he just following him? His tough karma is his business, and he can't delay his brothers from earning 50-ton military salary that year.

"Dashi Linya, why don't we listen to the imperial edict?"

Several soldiers shouted at the same time.

"Yes, why don't you listen to the imperial edict?"

"Why do you still have to fight?"

...

Voices of incomprehension sounded one after another.

At this time, the Liao Kingdom had already begun to become arrogant and powerful. Under the regime on the verge of collapse, the soldiers had long since lost fear of the officials and the men.

Besides, there is an imperial edict now that you can be justified!

"Take that dog thing off right away!"

Yelu Dashi roared in anger.

This kind of thing is terrible. After all, he also knew very well that except for a few young and powerful generals in this army, most of them would still listen to Yelu Chun. Their court was originally condensed by Yelu Chun's identity. Yelu Chun was the consul of Emperor Tianzuo. He was originally a contender for the throne. He was the thirteenth year of guarding Nanjing. His identity was the basis for the existence of the Northern Liao Dynasty.

Most of his imperial edicts obeyed instinctively.

If Yelu Dashi wanted these people to follow him, he could only use their contempt for the losers and push them with his inspiring morale.

But now...

This bastard who suddenly appeared ruined his morale.

However……

"The Empress said that when the peace talks are done, she will give all her brothers a reward of 100 stalemates!"

A shout that could be hoarse behind him suddenly rang out.

Yelu Dashi turned around with a hint of panic, and then looked at Xiao Bodi behind him.

The latter snatched the imperial edict from Zuo Qigong's hand like a storm, then raised it and waved it, as if waving a flag...

"Sir, your Majesty's imperial edict is here. The troops returned to Zhuozhou and wait for the peace talks. The envoy has already gone to Xiongzhou at this time. If you win the Southern Dynasties, they will give it to us as much as we want. The Empress also said that once the peace talks are done, she will give each person a hundred stake in rewards!"

He shouted.

This stimulus became even more obvious, and the soldiers were spreading their eyes with their light.

"You need rewards, don't fight!"

Wang Yue's obviously overkill voice rang out immediately.

"I want to give you money, don't fight. I've fought for six years and I've been fighting for enough!"

"If you want a reward, you need fifty karst of military pay!"

...

The soldiers around him shouted while pounding the ground with spears.

Someone else was knocking on the shield.

However, due to the spread distance, there is only a small group of hundreds of people. Yelu Dashi's confidants, including Xiao Fu, drew their swords and kept scolding them in front of them, trying to stop the chaos from spreading.

"Take all these dogs and things that disobey military orders, and those who resist will be killed without any hesitation!"

Yelu Dashi roared.

In desperation, he forgot his injury and suddenly raised his injured arm, then he instinctively screamed because of the severe pain...

"Look, Dashi Lin's teeth are injured!"

Wang Yue shouted.

The soldiers were in an uproar and all looked at the commander who was originally invincible in their minds in surprise.

The latter had to bow down due to severe pain, leaning on the ground with the knife in his other hand, and even a piece of red on his shoulder was spreading. It was obvious that his wounds were shattered again. These days he tried his best to hide the news of his injury, especially against the thin army, and then used a series of victories to finally barely stabilize his morale. He knew very well that as the two pillars of this regime, he and the elite Khitans under his command represented that the Liao royal family still had strong force.

This is the guarantee that the Han tyrants, Liaodong refugees, and Xi nobles still stand under the banner of Riyue. If the Khitan royal family no longer had overwhelming force, why would they still be loyal to the Yelu family?

But now I can't hide it anymore.

More soldiers rushed forward behind.

Everyone was there looking at their commander in surprise, watching his waist that could not be straight due to severe pain, and the invincible image established by successive victory collapsed in an instant.

Yelu Dashi was really injured.

He was really injured by the demon named Wang Yue of the Southern Dynasty as the legendary figure.

The Dashi Linya, who led them to defeat the Southern Dynasty three times in a row, was actually not invincible. His victory was only because his opponent was a eunuch, and in front of a truly powerful opponent, he would still fail, be injured or even be killed.

The myth is shattered!

And in this crowd of attention, Yelu Dashi, who had to kneel on one knee, shook sadly and angry with the knife in his hand...

"Since Dashi Linya is injured, why not send her back to Zhuozhou for rest?"

Xiao Bodi shouted with gloating.

Yelu Dashi in front of him took a deep breath, stood up slowly, then turned around and looked at the city of Xijin that was visible in the distance. Between him and this city, there was no longer a surging river, but an unattainable gap. And the Daliao that he dreamed of reviving was also sinking in this bottomless gulf. His dream had been shattered, and his glory was no longer there. There were no compatriots worthy of his rescue in this city...

There are only a group of cowards who kneel down for their own benefit in order to survive.

Suddenly, the knife in his hand was raised, and then a cold light slashed through the air, accompanied by the jet of blood straight into the sky, and a human head fell...

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Chapter completed!