Between Song and Xia, it was too long and too long. Millions of armor soldiers have been crisscrossing this land, and the original ancient road in the Western Regions has been beaten to pieces.

The people who live in this land are displaced and displaced.

Since the Great Song Dynasty canonized the Yinzhou defense envoy, Li Jiqian, who gave the name Zhao Baoji, did not respect the order to kill, burn and plunder everywhere, and there has never been even a moment of peace in this land.

Decades later, his grandson Li Yuanhao, who founded the country and became the emperor, first killed the corpses of the Great Song Dynasty and the Four Roads Army.

He annihilated 100,000 Liao soldiers in Helan Mountain, almost captured Liao Xingzong, and laid down an empire for the small party.

All this may have to come to an end today.

The shouts of killing shook the tiles of the palace, and the tide of Song troops poured into the royal city, and at this time, the people of Western Xia in Xingqing Mansion were all in front of the window, waiting silently.

The men who could be used on the walls were also used, and all of them were wielding bows and crossbow blades at the battlements, shooting like crazy.

After a charge, the Song army had already climbed to the top of the city, and the Western Xia soldiers took off their heavy armor and howled and jumped towards the rushing Song army.

The walls of the royal palace did not have the equipment to defend the city, and no emperor would be optimistic that the capital had been captured by the enemy, and he would still be able to survive by relying on the palace.

The last defenders of Western Xia were not brave, and they fought with the belief of death.

It's a pity that their numbers are too small, and looking at the crowd of people who are constantly coming in the distance, despair is spreading.

The torrent-like Song army stormed the city wall and crushed the enemy in front of them.

The body of every Western Xia warrior was full of flesh and blood, and the disparity between the enemy and the enemy was so great that many Song soldiers didn't even have time to cut a knife.

Rockets shot into the royal city, blazing everywhere and emitting thick smoke, a scene of the end of the world.

The people of Xixia in Xingqing Mansion silently opened the door and came to the courtyard, watching the smoke pillar in the palace vacate, and many people committed suicide with their families.

In the streets, there is only the occasional whimper, like a ghost crying.

The patrolling Song army nervously visited, but those who left the house were all killed.

At this time, you can't be soft-hearted and relaxed, those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety, and the Song and Xia have been fighting for a hundred years, and these soldiers want to kill a way out for future generations.

Whoever wants his own sons and nephews will not live more than thirty-five, and the widows of the family will gather into a village.

Finally, the blood shed by Xia Jun penetrated the palace wall of this royal city, and Liu Yanqing was the first general to climb the top of the city, standing on the palace wall of the century-old enemy, looking down and taking in the panoramic view.

"Is this the capital of the summer thieves?" Liu Yanqing's big knife fell to the ground and murmured: "It's a pity that my father didn't survive to this day." ”

There are already people in the western army at the head of the city who are in tears, this is more than a hundred years, how deep the grudge is.

The appearance of father and brother can only be seen in dreams, and when many people are in their mother's womb, Daddy has died in battle.

In the palace of the Western Xia king, Li Qianshun crossed the long corridor in the palace with a sharp sword in his hand and went to the city wall to supervise the battle.

At the end of the kingdom, the hero was short of breath, Li Qianshun had scheming and means, and he pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger in several palace fights, and finally monopolized the power of Western Xia, but encountered such a situation.

On the bluestone slabs of the palace, there are many women's corpses, all of whom are Western Xia princesses who committed suicide.

People die like lights out, no matter how noble their status and power are in the world, or how charming they are, they are just a cold corpse after death.

Li Qianshun didn't even look at them, and stepped forward, followed by a group of proton troops and panicked ministers.

At this moment, there was an uproar outside, and someone shouted: "Get out of the way, where is Your Majesty?" ”

Tuoba Chage was covered in blood, walked to Li Qianshun's side, and said: "Your Majesty, the Song people have come in, and the enemy and I have no way to live, I hope Your Majesty and your subordinates will die together and not be a prisoner of the Song people." ”

With a clang, Li Qianshun's sword fell to the ground, and the last glimmer of hope was shattered.

Tuoba Chage screamed and raised his knife to kill himself.

The hot blood gushing out of his neck splashed Li Qianshun's face and made him sober up.

With a wipe of his eyelids, the king, who was agitating thousands of men and the Song people to work hard, said in a deep voice: "The situation is so far irreparable, let's descend." ”

The ministers shouted in unison, and at this time, a young military general came out, pointed to the corpse of Tuoba Chage, and said: "The great god of Baishi is above, and the party has no emperor who surrendered to the enemy!" ”

After speaking, he was about to assassinate Li Qianshun and was hacked to death by the guards. At Li Qianshun's feet, there were two corpses, bleeding dark red blood.

The Proton Army is equivalent to the Imperial City Division of the Great Song Dynasty, which is a garrison composed of those who are good at riding and archery selected by the children of the Hao family, responsible for protecting the safety of the emperor.

These sons and daughters of the party nobles are quite brave and bloody, martial and brave.

There is a tradition that people of the same clan must help each other, and when they are hurt by foreigners, they must take revenge, and before revenge, they must be unkempt and barefoot, and abstain from eating meat until they kill their enemies, and then they can return to normal.

"Western Xia advocates old customs, so it can protect the country for hundreds of years."

The small Western Xia was able to stand firm between the Song, Liao, and Jin dynasties, relying on this martial tradition.

In the Proton Army, many people committed suicide in front of Li Qianshun with their swords, and their king lost his original blood, which made them ashamed.

The Song army opened the city gates and poured into the palace, and many people could not help themselves.

This is the square of the Xixia Royal City, and this is the root of the hundred years of chaos in Qinlong, and the day has come for the party Li to repay his debts.

After a day of desperate fighting, every brick and stone in the square was covered with blood. In the ditches on both sides of the square, blood pooled into streams, deep enough to drown people's ankles.

In the cold of spring, the blood had condensed into ice at this time, and only the rich bloody breath lingered.

In front of this square, the Song army stopped, and there was a group of black-clothed and armored enemy troops in front of them.

This may be the last stubborn enemy, I don't know why, the soldiers of the Western Army are suddenly a little excited.

The last battle, which has been fought for a hundred years, can not end like this.

Fight again! Just in the square in front of the palace in this royal city, there will be another battle!

With the hatred of father and brother, the entrustment of mother, the expectation of a wife, and the worship of a young son, let's fight again.

The Proton Army didn't want to die on the day of the collapse of the country, in front of the Western Xia Emperor, and in front of the king of the party.

It's a pity that the party members have lost their king, and the current Li Qianshun no longer has this qualification.

Li Qianshun knelt on the ground and asked to surrender, but the soldiers on both sides of the square did not react.

Only the ministers of Western Xia couldn't wait to show their loyalty and avoid death, and all kinds of ugliness came out.

Under the gloomy, miserable sky, the wind whipped up the smoke, witnessing the demise of a nation, the decline of a martial race.