Lunar calendar, 195, August 15 of the lunar calendar.

Zhanghe River, Jishuiwan embankment.

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the city of Qionghua is full of lights, a prosperous scene. The King of Great Xia looked at the lights in Qionghua City from afar and said with a smile.

"Yes, the soldiers also miss their hometown. Fufeng King said.

"It won't be long before this is our land, and this is our home. King Daxia said, laughing heartily.

"King, now that the water level of the Zhanghe River has almost risen, it is better to take advantage of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Qionghua rebels are defenseless, and the flooding of the city will inevitably have an unexpected effect. King Fusang said.

"Hehe, Brother Wang is very strategic, as long as we break the embankment under our feet, hundreds of thousands of people in Qionghua City will spend the Mid-Autumn Festival in Wang Yangze Country. King Daxia said with a smile.

"King, it's better to attack after the Mid-Autumn Festival, right?" The Qionghua rebels deserve to die, but those Li people are innocent, why don't you let them celebrate this festival and flood the city tomorrow?" asked King Fufeng cautiously.

"One brother asked me to break the embankment tonight, but another brother asked me to spare them tonight, who should this king listen to?" King Daxia looked at King Fusang and then at King Fufeng, spread his hands and asked.

King Fufeng and King Fusang glanced at each other, and they both lowered their heads and remained silent.

"The widow is soft-hearted, and he can't bear to hurt the people in the city, so it's better to listen to Brother Zhao Chen, and break the embankment tomorrow to release water, and spare them tonight." After the King of Great Xia finished speaking, he took his guards back to the big tent.

King Fufeng and King Fusang stood on the embankment and looked at the city of Qionghua on the lowland plains.

It was the capital of the Song Kingdom, a beautiful city full of flowers, and after hundreds of years of operation, it has become a prosperous metropolis in the Central Plains.

It would be a pity if the water was flooded.

King Fufeng and King Fuso both sighed in unison.

"Tomorrow, when the king gives an order, I am afraid that tens of thousands of people will die because of this. King Fufeng said, shaking his head helplessly.

"War is like this, and the people are just the burial objects of war. King Fusang looked at Qionghua City and said quietly.

The next day, early in the morning, with the sound of a cannon.

A huge breach was made in the embankment by thunderbolts, and the surging flood water rushed down, instantly breaking the entire embankment.

The rolling flood, like ten thousand horses galloping, rushed to Qionghua City like thunder.

At this time, the sky has just dawned, and Qionghua City, which has just passed the Mid-Autumn Festival, is still immersed in a peaceful tranquility.

The streets are still littered with scraps of paper from last night's fireworks, and red lanterns symbolizing red fire are still hanging outside houses, and some of the candles in the lanterns are still burning.

Except for some soldiers still on duty on the walls of Qionghua City, the streets were empty.

After a night on duty, most of the soldiers defending the city of Qionghua City were also sleepy, and last night in order to let the people in the city have a good holiday, they received an order from above, to strictly guard to the death, to increase vigilance, and never give the enemy the slightest opportunity.

However, the night was silent, and the soldiers, tired and hungry, squatted on the head of the city and dozed off.

It can be said that at this time, Qionghua City is like a quiet place [harmony], completely unaware that the flood beast has quietly come.

Soon after, an alert soldier defending the city, the first to notice the abnormality, when he was dazed, he suddenly found that the spear in his hand was trembling unconsciously, although the trembling was not very strong, but, it was obviously not done by man, he looked at the flag next to him, the flagpole was also shaking slightly, and a grain of dust and sand on the ground was also shaking slightly, moving its position.

The soldier felt abnormal, looked up and looked out of the city, only to see that as far as the eye could see, patches of mountains and forests and trees were collapsing in patches, as if a huge beast had rushed down from the mountain.

He hurriedly lay on the ground, listened carefully, and when his ears touched the ground of the city wall, he suddenly heard a "boom, boom", like a galloping horse, and like an earthquake, the array became louder and clearer.

He quickly got up and ran in the direction of the castle tower, shouting loudly as he ran, "There is a situation!~ There is a situation!~ The enemy is coming to attack the city!~"

The soldiers who heard the shouting immediately came to their senses, they took up their weapons and got ready, but they found that there was no one in the city, but just as they relaxed their vigilance, suddenly, the flood appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The torrential water, mixed with boulders and rolling logs, surged from the high ground and slammed into the walls with a thunderous force.

Qionghua City is also a big city in the Central Plains, the city is high and deep, the city wall alone is more than ten meters high, and the width is enough to accommodate two four-horse carts, side by side.

Although the flood was fierce, it could not be helpless after encountering the strong city walls.

After the flood hit the city walls, it met resistance and began to swell in other directions.

However, Qionghua City is low-lying, and the water level is rising under the continuous influx of floods.

In just half a day, almost all farmland and civilian housing have been wiped out.

The streets of Qionghua City were full of stagnant water, and people's houses, furniture, and food were all soaked in the floodwaters.

The common people had to gather on the city walls and their houses for refuge.

However, the flood is still rising, and at this time, it is in time for the autumn rain season, and it rains heavily for three consecutive days, which makes the flood situation even heavier, and the city of Qionghua complains bitterly.

Song Zhe stood in the Qionghua Palace, looking at Wang Yangzeguo at his feet, and couldn't help frowning.

He knew that he was not the opponent of the King of Great Xia, and this time he was afraid that he would be more than lucky, so he sang every night, drunk and dreamed of death, just thinking that before he was destroyed, he could have a good addiction to being a king.

However, he didn't expect that the destruction would be so fast, and if it continued like this, he was afraid that in less than three months, Qionghua City would be breached, and at that time, he would only have a dead end.

Song Zhe sprinkled the imperial wine in his hand into the flood, looking at the palace people and palace maids struggling in the flood, with a self-deprecating wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I am the eldest son of my father, and I am also the biological flesh and blood of my father, I am not rare this king, but in order to survive, I have to be, but when I become this king, I still can't change my fate, and I still have to die in the throne of this king...

Scold......

Perhaps, this is my fate. Song Zhe smiled coldly and bitterly, pulled out the saber at his waist with a "poof", turned around and walked into the harem.

At this time, a beauty in the harem had just gotten up, and her snow-white jade body exuded a charming fragrance.

This beauty is none other than Song Aigong's wife [posthumously named King Mourning by Song Zhe], Zhao Tingmei, the sister of Zhao Wufear, the lord of Great Xia, known as the first beauty of Great Xia and Song Zhe's stepmother.