The general is on the queen of Xixia

In the seventh year of Qingli, summer.

Xixia Hall.

As in previous years, Song Dynasty sent envoys to Xixia with old coins. The financial officer took people to check and accept each item, and found that the items sent over were twice as much as in previous years.

Wu En looked at the account book presented by the officials, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid and want to pay the protection fee."

"All of them are accepted. If you don't accept them, I'm afraid the Emperor Song will scare Chen Bing to the frontier tomorrow."

The ministers below laughed together, saying that Song's lamb was as timid as a mouse.

Wu En had a smile on his face, but in his heart he lamented Song's wealth, what a fat sheep, she couldn't help but want to slaughter the sheep.

June is another summer with continuous rain.

Liu Xiyin, who had experienced the floods in the north of the Yangtze River, was very sensitive to such abnormal weather. As expected, a month later, the news of the Yellow River breaking its embankment came again from the north.

"This time, is God on your side?"

Liu Xiyin murmured to herself, looking at the northern sky.

In July, there was a flood in the north, the fields were polluted and houses were destroyed.Compared with the floods a few years ago, this time is even worse, and it is the biggest flood since the founding of the Song Dynasty.

The common people lost the land they depended on for survival and were forced to leave their homes. Hundreds of thousands of people formed a huge refugee team.

Song Emperor Zhao Zhen spent several sleepless nights before discussing with his ministers the measures to deal with the floods in the north of the Yangtze River.

Once such a large number of refugees get out of control, it will be like water breaking a dike, and the world may be in chaos.

Xixia, Hejian Mansion.

Thousands of hectares of fertile land were submerged by the flood, but Wu En's eyes were full of excitement.

"God help me too!"

After receiving the news of the floods in Jiangbei area, Wu En rushed over with his bodyguards. Although the flooded fields had a certain negative impact on Xixia, Xixia can be said to be sparsely populated, and the victims can be placed elsewhere.

The disaster in the Song Dynasty, which is located in the lower reaches of the Yellow River, will only be more serious. It is reported that not only the people in the northern Song Dynasty are in chaos, but also the garrison is affected. The garrison troops have to avoid other states and counties.

There was no time to wait, so Wu En immediately summoned all the generals in the southern part of Xixia, and mobilized a total of 50 supervising army divisions in the left and right sides.

The army of the Northern Song Dynasty was divided into the Forbidden Army, the Xiang Army and the Township Army. Among the only Forbidden Army that could fight, the Northwest Forbidden Army was the most famous. Most of the soldiers of the Western Army were honed in several wars with Xixia. They were willing to endure hardships and sacrifice. .

The Ye Family Army from Mobei also stood out from the Western Army.

Most of the remaining Xiang army and town soldiers are "generals don't know soldiers, soldiers don't know generals". In the eyes of Xixia cavalry, their combat effectiveness is not worth mentioning.

All the elite soldiers and generals of the Song Dynasty gathered on the border of Song and Xia in the west. This time, the Xixia army was divided into two groups. 20 cavalry went to Bianjing in the west to hold back the elite troops of the Song Dynasty. The remaining 30 troops were led by Wu En. The eastern attack bypassed the most difficult western army, and approached Bianjing with overwhelming force.

Song Emperor Zhao Zhen just came back from the court, and his buttocks on the stool were still warm. The news of Xixia's aggressive invasion made him stand up again in shock.

Zhao Zhen was raised by his adoptive mother, Empress Dowager Liu, and lived under the shadow of Empress Dowager Liu since childhood. He has a weak and gentle temperament. If he was in a peaceful age, he could be regarded as a qualified ruler of success.

Zhao Zhen has been emperor for dozens of years, and among martial arts and martial arts, fighting is his worst skill.But he is also a self-knowledgeable emperor, and if he can't beat him, he uses money to support him.

Xixia and Liao repeatedly invaded, and the Song court used hundreds of thousands of old coins each year to sue for peace. Liao and Xia, who have always only recognized money, also accepted it. After all, fighting consumes a lot of money. Many, since Song is willing to give money, it's good for everyone to live in peace.

After holding several court meetings, Zhao Zhen, who couldn't hold on, fell ill and fell on the dragon chair.

In Xingzhou, tens of thousands of disaster-affected refugees lived in temporary shacks outside the city of Xingzhou. A man in ragged clothes noticed that small rocks on the ground were shaking slightly. He looked up and looked around, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

It seems that he was wrong, he put a straw in his mouth, basking in the sun comfortably.Although they could only live outside the city because of the overcrowding in the city, the government distributed porridge every day, so they didn't have to worry about food and drink.

Until the person beside him pestered him with his arm.

"What are you doing?" he asked impatiently.

"Do you think this rock is jumping?" The man rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he was hallucinating.

"Old man Ge, is it haunted in broad daylight?" He asked strangely.

After the two studied for half a day, a dull rumbling sound came from a distance, and more and more refugees noticed the abnormality.

Just when everyone panicked, a dusty officer and soldier rode a horse and waved a command flag and shouted:

"The Western Xia people are here!"

"Close the gate!"

"Close the gate!"

When he shouted something bad, the refugees all rushed to the city gate like a herd of frightened horses, trying to enter the city to escape.

The city gate, which was crowded with people, couldn't be closed at all. The team leader stationed at the city gate was stunned by the battle in front of him. He couldn't think of a solution except to keep calling for people to close the gate.

The rumbling sound became louder and louder, hitting the eardrums of the refugees and officers and soldiers, and the city gate that had finally been closed was broken open again.The general who defended the city finally arrived, and finally made up his mind to give an order.

"Whoever trespasses on the city gate will be killed!"

Massacring the people may be condemned, but if the city gate is not closed, even the chance of being condemned is gone.

This cry frightened several refugees who broke through the door, and also aroused public anger. Officers and soldiers fought with refugees at the door.

In the confusion, Xixia's cavalry arrived.

Song Dynasty, Bianjing.

Zhao Zhen was lying on the dragon bed, and the concubine fed the medicine spoon by spoon.

The minister of the Ministry of War is reporting to him the battle on the front line.

Bad news continued on the front line. The two defense lines north of the Yellow River were breached one after another, and the northern defense line collapsed for thousands of miles. The Xixia army broke through four counties in a row in just dozens of days.Ten days ago, news came that Xingzhou had been destroyed, and people were immediately panicked.

"Report!"

The border gate was lost, the situation was urgent, and the border police reported three times a day.

The Minister of War said, "Come in."

The summoner knelt down and said in pain, "Xiangzhou is broken!"

"It's impossible!" the Minister of War exclaimed.

Xingzhou had just been broken, and Xiangzhou was already ready to meet the enemy, how could it be broken in just three days?

"Cough. Cough." Zhao Zhen stood up with difficulty, staring at his red eyes and asked:

"Where are Han Qi and Fan Zhongyan?"

Zhao Zhen appointed Fan Zhongyan as the appeasement envoy, and Han Qi as the deputy envoy, and they were jointly responsible for the affairs of facing Xixia. The two were the last available generals of the Song Dynasty.

"The lives and deaths of the two adults are uncertain!" said the soldier.

Zhao Zhen rolled his eyes and passed out.

Unlike Xixia, which has hundreds of thousands of horses and camels.Song was very short of horses. Not only did ordinary people have no horses to ride, but even many celebrities and scholars could only ride donkeys.

In the Song Dynasty, there was no grassland for raising horses, and the entire northern area was controlled by Liao and Xia all the year round.

In the early years, when there were pastures in Song Dynasty, Song did not use them to graze horses. Instead, he bought sheep from Xixia and transported them to pastures for grazing.

The emperor and ministers of Song Dynasty didn't take this seriously from the bottom of their hearts, and now the consequences have come.

Song's infantry couldn't beat Xixia's heavy cavalry, and they couldn't run and run against light cavalry. The only commendable crossbowmen were restrained by Xixia's cold-forged armor, and ordinary arrowheads couldn't penetrate at all.In the end, we can only rely on a solid city.

If there is no such anomaly as Wu En, perhaps Xixia would accept Song’s offer of security or peace talks like countless northern peoples who defeated the Song army, and collect Song’s tribute and yearly coins every year, but there is no if.

Three days ago, Xiangzhou.

Wu En, who had been in the Song Dynasty for many years, knew the defensive structure of these cities well. When the catapult was set up, he was ready to throw it at the weak point of the city wall.

The Song army also had catapults. When dozens of them pulled the rope and threw the stones out, they found that the Xixia army was standing outside the range, and their catapults could not hit the Xixia army at all.

Wu En rode on the horse, raised the corners of his mouth contemptuously, raised his hand, and waved forward.

Dozens of boulders were thrown into the air, and the smashed city walls always made Wu En feel happy.

The next day, over Xiangzhou City, the gunpowder smoke had not cleared.

Wu En watched his soldiers clean up the battlefield, cartloads of corpses were transported away, and more corpses could only be shoveled away with shovels. Under the power of artillery and boulders, many corpses were no longer human.

She was still walking towards the city, and the tragic situation around her could not disturb her pace. After several years of fighting, her heart was already as cold as iron.

She knew that what she had made was the right choice, and she also knew that what she had committed was an unforgivable sin.

There is no way out, so we can only go forward.

She is no longer afraid of the blood of the enemy, and she even begins to enjoy the right to kill others.

No one can casually kill anyone she cares about, and no one can take away what she wants.

The feeling of controlling everything constantly motivates her, turning her into another person. She is truly transforming. Thousands of soldiers are frantically beating their shields with knives, shouting with all their strength, and resonating like thunder. :

"Mars!"

"Mars!"

"Mars!"

The voice drowned her like a torrent.

Yes, she became the God of War of Xixia.

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