"Whoosh!"

The arrows fell in a dense manner, and Dedermar swung his heavy axe away the arrows, screaming as he slashed forward.

The soldiers of the Yue Kingdom in front of them raised their Changge halberds to block them, but they were yelled by Dedema, bowed down and waved their axes to break the enemy's Changge halberds. The horse's front hooves lifted and leaped past the defeated soldiers.

But at this moment, a black horse stabbed diagonally appeared in Dedemar's sight, and the man on horseback picked up the plate axe held by Dedemar in his left hand with a spear, and knocked it under the horse.

As Dedemar rolled on the ground, he hurriedly pulled out the black-sheathed waist knife at his waist, and slashed down the enemy soldiers who surrounded him, glaring at the man on horseback.

The man on horseback was dressed in silver armor, and he made a spear, and his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his sword eyebrows were full of heroism. He rode his horse towards Dedemar, and stabbed him again.

Dedema held his breath, held the knife in one hand, roared, facing the billowing smoke, his back was as strong as a mountain, and the strong murderous aura made the advancing cavalry dare not take it lightly, when the cavalry was close to stabbing down, the plate axe in Dedemar's right hand had been thrown, the speed was incredible, the cavalry fell down in response, he quickly rushed forward, pulled out the plate axe from the face of the fallen cavalry, and turned over on the horse.

"Who is that mountain ghost clansman?" Zhao Wuke was in the center of the army, watching Dedema get on his horse and gallop to the bottom of the city, as if he was in a no-man's land, and couldn't help but ask the soldiers around him.

"Dedema." The soldier who knew Dedema hurriedly replied.

"Whoever it is, it should be the corpse of my arrows. Zhao Li pulled out the feather arrow from the quiver behind his back, and looked at Dedema who was about to run into the city, he pulled out the bow and arrow, and when he was about to let go of his hand, a big hand grabbed his arm, he turned his head to look, and saw that his father's face was calm, and he was not angry because Dedema killed the soldiers.

"In the face of an enemy who dares to confront you head-on, we should give him the respect he deserves. Zhao Wuwu said lightly, the hair on his temples was already pale, "Half a month has passed, this is the first time that Jiang You dares to confront us head-on." He looked ahead, and it wasn't until Dedema rushed into the city that he let go of the arm holding Zhao Li, "Although Confucian etiquette has long since collapsed, if the enemy is a gentleman, why don't we be a gentleman in front of the overall situation?"

Zhao Li pursed his lips, the battle between the two armies is to consume the enemy's effective strength as much as possible, and the slaughter of cities is a common thing in battle, and a few people who choose to go to the battlefield will measure Confucianism between life and death. Although he thought so in his heart, he didn't say it, just looked at the gate that was closed again, and sighed softly.

........

Dederma dismounted, grinned, took off the broken breastplate and threw it on the ground, glancing at the dozen horsemen behind him, "Are you still scared?" he said, looking in front of him.

The faces of the more than ten cavalrymen turned pale, and when they heard Dedema's words, they immediately straightened their bodies again, clenched their fists against their backs, and stood with their swords, "Go to the soup with the general, and it is a subordinate..."

"Heh, don't talk about those official tones. Five hundred rode out, more than ten rode back, as long as it was a person, he would be afraid. Dedema looked at the dozen or so soldiers with tense faces, he laughed heartily, walked to the soldiers' side, patted the soldiers on the shoulder, untied the wine jug from his waist, and personally pinched the wine jug for them.

The soldiers laughed unnaturally, took Dedema's wine, and when they raised their heads, they saw Xiang Yiming leading people to come and dismount ten paces from them.

"General Xiang....!" the soldiers snapped and knelt down after reacting.

"Get up!" Xiang Yiming's gaze swept over a dozen people, and he slowly walked towards Dedema, "I have given military orders, you should know the fate of those who violate orders." ”

"There is no difference between a warrior without fighting spirit and a people without a chicken, they are shouting under the city, and I don't mind cutting off their heads. Dedema stared at Xiang Yiming, he knew that those who disobeyed the military order would die, but there was no fear on his face.

Xiang Yiming didn't speak immediately, he turned around, looked at the soldiers he brought, and raised his hand, "Escort them down and deal with them according to military law!"

The soldiers brought by Xiang Yiming glanced at each other, and none of them took the lead to stand up.

"Do you also want to disobey military orders?" Xiang Yiming stopped his steps, rested his thumb on the blade, and turned sharply to stare at the soldiers on both sides.

"General Xiang, the matter of going out of the city to meet the battle, this will be borne by one person. They are just soldiers who follow my orders, and the general does not have to deal with them according to military law. Dedemar chuckled, dropped the axe in his hand, and nodded to the hesitant soldiers on either side.

Xiang Yiming was silent for a long time, he looked at Dedema, whose expression had not changed, and sighed heavily in his heart. There is no news from the side of Los Angeles yet, the 100,000 iron armor of the Yue Kingdom is watching outside, in such a critical period, military discipline cannot be disturbed, even this mountain ghost man who has made great achievements, in the face of military law, can not open the net.

He turned and rolled over his horse.

Shu Liang, who did not speak, followed the horse, grabbed Xiang Yiming's robe, and showed hesitation.

"Sir has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it. Xiang Yiming grabbed the reins, and he turned his head to look at Shu Liang and speak.

"Isn't General Xiang afraid that the soldiers will be cold again?" Shu Liang stared at Xiang Yiming's eyes, he knew that a few months ago, Fang Yan, who followed Xiang Yiming to conquer Pingfang County, was beheaded after his death and thrown into the city. This incident has already aroused the dissatisfaction of many people with Xiang Yiming, and now that Dedema is going to be executed, I am afraid that Peng Chu, who has great respect for Xiang Yiming, will also be disappointed.

"I'm a soldier, he's also a soldier, this military law can't be changed!" Xiang Yiming shook his head, "If all the soldiers act according to their own ideas, then the 20,000 people in this city will become a plate of scattered sand, I can't help it..."

"But has the general ever thought about the contradiction between General Dedema and the hearts of the Youming soldiers? The general killed General Dedema like this, I am afraid that it will deepen the resentment of the Youming people against the general. Shu Liang noticed Xiang Yiming's slightly helpless gaze, and he let go of the arm holding Xiang Yiming's robe.

"So what? This can't collapse before there's news from L.A. Xiang Yiming's gaze remained firm, "I must help the second brother to the throne first, and the rest is not important." ”

When Shu Liang heard this, he didn't say anything more, turned his mount, turned back, jumped down on Dedema's side, and whispered a few words close to the other party's ear.

Dedema fell down on her knees, snatched the soldier's sword from her in reproach, plunged it directly into her throat, and killed herself.