"Hunt Brother Weimingcha." Li Qiao saw Brother Wei Mingcha in the crowd, holding a big knife in his hand, vertical and horizontal, there was basically no enemy of the other party under his command, and he didn't know how many soldiers died in the hands of the other party, and he was angry in his heart, so he commanded his soldiers and horses to kill him.

"Brother Wei Mingcha, if you use such a small number of troops to fight against the heavenly soldiers, you are undoubtedly looking for death, it is better to submit to the king, and the king will definitely reuse you." Li Qiao couldn't help but persuade.

"If it weren't for the incompetence of the dog and the snatching of the shot, I'm afraid I should have said this sentence to you!" When Brother Wei Mingcha saw Li Qiao in the firelight, he couldn't help laughing, and the big knife in his hand was cut out, but he heard a long roar, and a snow-white cold light blocked the long knife, but he saw that it was an ugly man, I don't know when he appeared in front of him, who was not Yang Zhi.

"The official has been promoted to the third level, Brother Wei Mingcha, your head is very tempting!" Yang Zhi licked his lips, and the big knife in his hand slashed again, as if it was a long river, Yang Zhi had already used all his martial arts, and his eyes were only Mingcha Ge.

Li Qiao is right, the destruction of Zhao Song has become a foregone conclusion, Li Jing is about to ascend the throne and become the emperor, when the time comes, how can he be crowned as a general without enough military merits, although in the chaotic army, it will be dangerous to fight with Brother Wei Mingcha like this, but for the sake of fame and fortune, Yang Zhi also fights, and the long knife in his hand is one after another, and he frantically slashes towards Brother Wei Mingcha.

Brother Wei Ming Cha looked at the surrounding situation, his face was indifferent, the dragon sparrow in his hand waved, regardless of the surrounding situation, and Yang Zhi fought together, the dragon finch in his hand was the treasure knife used by Li Yuanhao back then, very sharp, was regarded as the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, this time the army was going east, for the saber of Brother Wei Mingcha, but unfortunately, Yang Zhi on the opposite side was not simple, in the face of the attack of Brother Wei Mingcha, the long knife in his hand waved, surrounded Brother Wei Mingcha in it.

"Dang!" A sound of symphony sounded, Yang Zhihu's body trembled, and the dragon bird of Brother Wei Ming Cha was cut off on the head, Yang Zhi's face changed greatly, and he was about to dodge, when a loud roar came from the air, and then he saw a long black arrow shot at Brother Wei Ming Cha and sat down on the war horse, and the war horse neighed and collapsed violently.

Brother Wei Mingcha secretly scolded despicable, his body had just rolled off the horse, and the dragon bird in his hand waved out, Yang Zhi over there had not yet reacted, the war horse instantly knelt on the ground, Yang Zhi's eyes were quick, and when he found that something was wrong, he quickly jumped off the war horse.

"Brother Mingcha, despicable and shameless." After Yang Zhi stood firmly, he looked at Brother Wei Ming Cha opposite and scolded angrily.

"If you are allowed to hurt people with secret arrows, will you not be allowed to kill your war horse?" In the face of Li Qiao's attack, Brother Wei Mingcha knew that he would die today, and his body couldn't help but surge with a monstrous fighting spirit at this time, and he took three steps and made two steps, and killed Yang Zhi with one step.

Yang Zhi let out a muffled snort, his body retreated as much as five steps, in terms of strength, Yang Zhi was not as good as Brother Wei Mingcha, Brother Wei Ming Cha saw that he had made a meritorious contribution with a knife, his face showed joy, so he slashed towards Yang Zhi again, and suddenly there was a sharp roar in his ears, and the frightened Brother Wei Mingcha rolled to the side, and the dragon bird in his hand couldn't help but block it in front of him, and a huge force hit the dragon bird, almost knocking the dragon bird away.

"Despicable." Brother Wei Mingcha couldn't help but scold angrily, and then he saw a long lance in front of him and stabbed at him, but saw Li Qiao riding a war horse and killing him.

"As long as I kill you, even the despicable General Ben will admit it." Li Qiao said indifferently, Yang Zhi, who was originally stunned on the side, heard this, there was a trace of understanding in his eyes, and he also raised the big knife in his hand and slashed at Brother Wei Mingcha, although Brother Wei Ming Cha was a little unkind, but what Li Qiao said made sense, and the two of them were fighting Brother Wei Ming Cha at the moment.

"When, when!" A burst of gold and iron resonance sounded, it was very obvious in the chaotic battlefield, Brother Wei Mingcha's face was gloomy, his breathing became much heavier, his body retreated again and again, when the dragon sparrow waved, he felt that the dragon bird was much heavier, Li Qiao rode a war horse, with the power of the war horse, the impact force was much greater, and Yang Zhi waved the big knife in his hand, and the person followed the knife momentum, emitting a huge force, where was the opponent of the two of them, and was killed by the two of them and retreated.

"His Royal Highness the King of Jin, go quickly." At this time, the Iron Harrier in the distance also found that Brother Wei Mingcha was in a disadvantageous position, and came to the rescue, but unfortunately, Dong Ping led the army to block the attack of the Iron Harrier.

"Dang!" Li Qiao's eyes flickered, and suddenly the long lance in his hand stabbed out, hitting the dragon sparrow fiercely, Yang Zhi followed, the snow-white light crossed, the breastplate of Brother Wei Ming Cha was cut, and blood jumped out, Brother Wei Ming Cha couldn't help but let out a miserable scream, the dragon bird couldn't hold it in his hand at all, and was shot away by Li Qiao's long lance.

"Bang!" A snow-white cold light flickered, and Brother Wei's head flew into the sky, his eyes wide open, still dead. The dignified King of Western Xia Jin, the top figure of the Western Xia Dynasty, was killed by Yang Zhi in this way.

"Brother Wei is dead, Brother Wei is dead." In the distance, a soldier raised the head of the famous chage in his hand and shouted loudly, and the other soldiers also let out a burst of cheers.

"Kill! Avenge the King of Jin. After a panic in the Western Xia army, a roar soon sounded among the iron harriers, and I saw that the Western Xia soldiers' faces were flushed, their eyes flashed red, and they held the weapons in their hands and fought with Li Tang's army again.

"Damn." Li Qiao looked gloomy, originally thought that after he killed Brother Wei Mingcha, these Western Xia troops would have no resistance, at least it would be much easier to clean it up, but he didn't expect that these soldiers were still so bloody, not only was their morale not affected, but they also wanted to avenge Brother Wei Mingcha, and he suddenly felt angry in his heart.

"Kill, kill, leave not a single one, leave the strongest army of Western Xia here." The long lance in Li Qiao's hand flew, stabbed an iron harrier to death, and gave the order to kill the Western Xia army, the shouting of killing on the battlefield shook the sky, and the exhausted two armies that had been killed were killed together again, of course, one was dying and struggling, and the other was expanding their own results.

The war did not end until the next morning, and the whole battlefield was in shambles, with the bodies of soldiers on both sides next to each other, and only after death did both sides let go of their prejudices. The battlefield was full of the neighing of war horses, the smoke and dust were billowing on the Xixia camp, and the huge camp had been buried in the flames of war, only some fences were still burning.

Li Tang's army is cleaning up the battlefield, as the temperature rises, these soldiers who died in battle will be cremated, so as not to produce plague, and the ashes of the soldiers will be sent to their hometown with a generous pension, and the spiritual position is placed in the martyr's shrine for future generations to admire.