The land is Jinze, just by listening to the name, you can know that there is no shortage of water there. And in the vast desert, there are patches of lush grasslands or waters, and the ability of heaven and earth to create things is really amazing.

However, the land with water and pasture has never been a nomadic place for party members, unless it is to mobilize troops in Fuzhou, Linzhou and other places, otherwise a large number of party members will not set foot here at all.

Because in the eyes of the party members, the vast land includes not only the inner water and grassland, but also a large area of desert. The latter is the main existence of 'Dijinze'. If we really want to remove the desert and gather the land with abundant water and grass in one place, it will be a fertile land. But who can do that?

And in addition to the threat of the desert, Mizusawa is also dangerous.

Therefore, Dijinze can only be a 'moat' that separates the east of the river from the Lingxia land of the Hetao.

For the Song army in the land of Hedong and Guanxi, there are not enough supplies and people who are familiar with geography as guides, and they do not dare to enter lightly.

But what about the current Song army, recovering the land of Lingxia, seizing millions of cattle, sheep, horses, camels and livestock, and there is no shortage of guides, even if Xiao Heda personally led the Song army to pursue Li Qianshun, there are many people in Western Xia who work for Zhao and Song. Whether it's supplies or guides, it's not a problem now. In addition, there was a case of Li Jiqian before, whether it was Anding Mansion or the garrison of this office, although he dared to turn a blind eye to the remnants of the party in Dijinze?

That killing war has never been cut off since the Song army leveled the land of Lingxia.

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On the earth where yellow sand and green grass and water are intertwined, this is the earth. From a bird's-eye view, the three teams are crisscrossing around a small lake.

The movement from southwest to northeast must have been the remnants of a party force, driving cattle, sheep and livestock, carrying felt houses and wagons, old and young, men and women.

And the other two teams that slowly came to it, one with 500 people immediately dismounted, and the other was not even 500 people, but it was obviously the Song army.

Under the gaze of the blue sky overhead, Wang De led the men and horses to make a detour to the front of the remnants of the party, while Zhang Xian led the cavalry group to carefully avoid the party's probe cavalry, bypassing a curved arc, and penetrating directly into the tail of his team. The plain face on weekdays has been gray at the moment, from yesterday afternoon to today's card time, almost a whole day, although there has been a moment of rest, but more often in the nervous rush.

From receiving the news to catching up with the remnants of this party, don't you have to race against time?

Although he ate a mouth full of mud during the rush, even the snot was full of dust. But how can his hard work be compared to the shocking eyes of the remnants of the party at the moment.

"Look, Toutong—"

A commander in front of Mi Capture Xiaoxiao shouted in horror, but a group of men and horses with the banner of 'Song' suddenly poured out from the hills not far away.

It's the soldiers and horses of the Han people, how can they be here?

One party item after another is full of death. All the morale of the army and all the indomitable fighting spirit are all over at this moment.

Zhang Xian just raised the big gun in his hand and pointed forward suddenly. In an instant, the low sound of a horn spread in all directions.

On the other side of the Song army, Wang De, who was as burly as a bear, let out a roar violently, and he was actually behind Zhang Xian's little white face. Dancing the three-strand fork of the iron, he roared, and urged the war horse more urgently.

Fast, fast, it has to be faster. Otherwise, you can only eat the leftovers left over from the Zhang family's little white face.

The qualifications are stronger than Zhang Xian, and the combat exploits are better than Zhang Xian, just because he is an old general of the Yao family, he is congenitally inferior to people like Zhang Xian. Now that he is leading the army as Zhang Xian's lieutenant, Wang De is naturally unconvinced.

Even if Yao Youzhong is very valued by the new emperor, when the army is in peacetime, it is also a well-known general. The story of the Yao family seems to be a thing of the past.

However, how can things that are written down in black and white in the history books really be regarded as non-existent?

All people are born unequal. Zhang Xian's Laozi is the secretary of the Ministry of War, Zhang Suo, and he himself emerged under the emperor's henchman Yue Pengju, which is not at all comparable to the 'grassroots' of Wang De's army.

No matter how much unconvinced he was, Wang De could only suppress, endure, and endure, which made him even more angry.

Originally, in this fight, he still thought that he could take the first step and "win" Zhang Xian once, and let out a bad breath. Looking at it now, he is one step behind Zhang Xian again, which makes him explode.

As a fierce general in the army, Wang De is very brave and fearless. Now he just wants to drink the blood of the remnants of the party to vent his anger.

He was going to rush up and cut off the head of the rice and the filial piety.

Behind Wang De, rows of cavalry were urging the war horses at high speed. The rumbling sound of horses' hooves finally became the only note between heaven and earth.

Fierce and wild, the murderous Song army's iron cavalry galloped on.

And at the same time that Wang Debu was speeding up, Zhang Xianbu had already rushed out. They raised their swords and spears diagonally, their bright blades reflecting the sunlight in the clear sky, turning themselves into a moving sea of silver light.

The party members were in an uproar.

The experienced one jumped up from the horse, stood directly on the horse's back, and looked in the direction of the sound.

Others hurriedly gathered the others, because only by gathering together could they better deal with the sudden slaughter of the enemy.

It's just that there aren't many such people after all.

At present, although there are three or four thousand remnants of the party, after deducting women and the old and weak, there are less than 2,000 party men who can ride war horses and wield swords and guns. The branch is in the group of migratory people who are more than ten or twenty miles long before and after, how can they gather in that short time?

The whole herd is in chaos, and the herd is messy, and it is simply a mess and disorganized. Even if there is no foreign enemy, it will take a constant time to call Mi to capture and rectify the queue. How could Zhang Xian give them this time?

Mi Bao Xiao beat his horse and galloped up a small dirt slope nearby, looked behind him, and clearly saw the rising dust and smoke, and the crimson flood rushed straight over like the river that broke the embankment.

His eyes were wide to the limit, as if they were about to crack. So many horsemen, as if they had come out of the ground, were already on the verge of killing them.

How is this possible!

Is your luck so bad? Can you collide with a cavalry of the Song Army that has entered the ground?

Or is the Song people's stepping on the white really going to the sky? Can you find the traces of his subordinates, but they don't leave the slightest clue, so that the scouts he sent out are unaware?

Or is it a traitor under your own command?

Mi Baoxiao felt that the first two might not be sincere, and then a person's name quickly flashed in his mind, was he?

Cao De'an? This is the prince's own uncle. Taiwei Cao Mian's grandson, the younger brother of Concubine Cao Xian.

Mi Jie Xiao never doubted Cao De'an.

Because since Yelu Nanxian's mother and son went, Li Qianshun's harem was dominated by Concubine Cao Xian, and his son Li Renxiao also became the first heir of Western Xia after the death of the first prince, and was established as the crown prince by Li Qianshun, the lord of Xia.

Such a Cao family, although they are Han, how can they be suspicious of the party members?

But now, Mi Capture Xiaoxiao has to suspect Cao De'an, because among the people who have defected to his subordinates recently, Cao De'an is the only one.

"Where's Cao De'an?" Ignoring the anxious eyes of his own soldiers, Mi Bao Xiao asked through gritted teeth. This man is usually on his side.

"Captain Cao?" The retinue was stunned. Cao De'an is also a lieutenant, of course he is false. But it's all at this time, Mi Bao Xiaoxiao didn't hurry up and decide, what else did he care about.

"Captain Cao went to the front army." An attendant said. As for what they were doing, they didn't know. There is no need to ask, and Cao De'an does not need to say it clearly to them.