Di Qing has been lying on the hospital bed, but his injuries are always good and bad, his legs and shoulders have shown signs of suppuration, and his body continues to have a fever, even if Qian Yi arrives, there is no good plan.

"Brother Di, this is a heart disease, if you don't let him feel at ease, the illness will not be cured."

Wang Ningan went directly to the ward and saw Di Qing frowning, looking out the window, not moving.

"Brother, there's something I need your help with."

Di Qing suddenly shuddered, and immediately said, "What's the matter?" I'll definitely help. ”

"This ...... It takes you to die for a few days. ”

Di Qing didn't understand yet, "This, what does this mean, it's the ...... of the imperial court"

"No, no, no...... Let go of the affairs of the imperial court first, Li Liangzuo's men are chasing after me, I need to give them a head-on blow! ”

Speaking of fighting, Di Qing was still very smart, his eyes rolled, and he suddenly smiled: "Erlang, you don't want me to cheat to death and lure the Western Xia people to throw themselves into the net, right?" ”

Wang Ningan smiled helplessly, "No way, they are playing fraud, we can only use fraud to return the tribute, I am ready to use Longzhou as the burial place of the Western Xia people!" How much comes, how much you extinguish! ”

Wang Ningan dipped his fingers in water and wrote two words on the table: explosives!

Di Qing pondered for a moment, "Wonderful, Erlang's move is too high!" ”

Di Qing, who had been frowning, finally smiled, "As long as this battle is won, the morale of the army is restored, and the support of the imperial court will come, the battle situation in Hengshan will be stabilized, and I finally did not become a sinner of the Great Song Dynasty!" ”

After speaking, Di Qing actually turned over, lay on the hospital bed, snored loudly, and fell asleep.

Qian Yi looked at the door and shook his head.

"Mr. Qian, you take care of Di Xianggong, I'll arrange it."

Wang Ningan prepares for the upcoming big war.

Almost at the same time, the battle in the Western Regions had begun...... Xizhi commanded a large army and launched a fierce attack on the Song army in Pu Changhai.

In the past six months, the Song army has built a city with a radius of 10 miles, and built a two-zhang city wall, if they are given another half a year, this city will become impregnable. It's a pity that Xi Zhi came earlier than expected.

However, he didn't expect that the Song army would be able to build a city, and there were not many siege equipment at hand, so he could only let his subordinates cut down poplars and make cloud ladders to attack the city.

The tide-like men and horses rushed through the dense rain of arrows and killed the city, and someone stepped on the ladder and rushed to the head of the city, and he was greeted by a sharp saber.

Zhao Zongyi turned his head sharply and cut off the head of an enemy, the headless corpse of a Qarakhanid sergeant, half of his body took on a strange posture, and the helmet with white feathers gurgled away.

A full second later, the corpse fell to the bottom of the city.

"Whew!"

Zhao Zongyi panted as he leaned on the hilt of his sword, and at this moment, another knife flashed on his iron armor's chest like a poisonous snake's tongue, leaving a white mark.

Zhao Zongyi took half a step back, and at the same time didn't think about it, his backhand was a knife, and the other party hurriedly blocked it, only to hear a piercing metal impact sound, flashing out a few sparks. Before he could stand still, Zhao Zongyi took the lead and stabbed again, penetrating through the opponent's mouth and protruding directly from the back of the head.

In a short period of time, after killing two enemies in a row, Zhao Zongyi couldn't help but feel physically and mentally exhausted.

Sure enough, this battle was too dangerous.

Not far away, Di Yong had just finished watching this short and thrilling hand-to-hand fight, when he suddenly felt a gust of wind rushing towards him from the front. Di Yong, who was always vigilant, hurriedly slashed at each other, and then saw another scimitar go straight to Di Yong's chest.

This knife is fierce and swift, ruthless and tricky.

Di Yong's kung fu was indeed not blown, he took two steps back in a row, and a face full of dust appeared in front of him. Hideous and twisted, full of hatred, I want to devour Di Yong alive.

The king has already said that as long as you kill the generals of the Song army, you can get a rich reward, marry a princess, and become a nobleman!

The Qarakhanid Kingdom and the Great Song Dynasty were not the same.

They are determined entirely by blood, and once they are born, they cannot be changed for a lifetime.

As long as you are a nobleman, even if it is a pig, you can enjoy infinite wealth.

If you are unfortunate enough to become a slave, no matter how much merit you make, it is only a tool in the hands of the master.

Because of this, religion has an unparalleled attraction here, the paradise after death, countless women, rivers flowing with honey and milk, attracting countless people to go crazy!

This time, Xizhi followed the example of the Great Song Dynasty, not only giving an ethereal paradise, but also giving real glory and wealth, and all the people were extremely crazy.

The young tribal warrior slashed as tightly as a knife, and the swords slashed at Di Yong through gritted teeth. It was as heavy as a mountain, as powerful as a mad tiger, and Di Yong was a little hurried at the beginning, and he couldn't react.

The young tribal warrior cursed loudly as he chopped, beckoning the other brothers to come and help. His tone was full of joy and madness, as if glory and wealth were within reach.

Di Yong, who was already a veteran of the battlefield, did not give this warrior a chance to continue dreaming, and when he saw the opportunity, the knife in his hand stretched out from the side of the tribal soldier's waving arm, and slashed the soldier's neck, and the sharp horizontal knife immediately shut up the tribal soldier.

Di Yong pushed forward again, and a sneering spray sounded on the necks of the tribal soldiers, and blood spurted out as if it didn't want money, blurring his vision, and all in front of him were terrible red. The young warrior's eyes rolled with difficulty, he was about to ascend to heaven, but when he was dying, he did not see the angels, nor the golden paths, nor the scent of flowers, nor the fairy music, maybe the gods did not exist at all, right?

He suddenly became very regretful, but he couldn't stop the blood from splashing out in the snort, nor could he stop the life from passing quickly in the sound of pain.

The battle at the head of the city was extremely tragic, and the city was under tremendous pressure in just two or three hours.

Although Xizhi and his clan alliance forces suffered heavy casualties, the high-intensity attack also consumed the defenders' firearms, and the special arrows fired from the large defender bed crossbows alone consumed one-tenth of them.

As one of the two major commanders, Zhao Zongjing, who was once full of confidence, was in a particularly heavy mood - the firearms hoarded by the Song army were almost comparable to the city of Biansaifu, and it was only a few hours of effort, so much was consumed, and there were so many battles in the future, what should I do?

However, to his relief, it was worth it - at least 5,000 enemy soldiers were killed under the city walls in this only half a day's battle, and the city walls were not directly impacted, and the simple primitive siege weapons of the Qarakhanid people were directly smashed by the Great Song Earth crossbow machine without even touching the city walls—the only distressing thing was the poplar wood.

There is everything in the Western Regions, but there is no wood!

Here, any bit of green is precious.

Xizhi, this bastard, actually unscrupulously cut down poplars and make weapons, and his actions are no more noble than Murong Qingchen's destruction of karez!

Sure enough, if you want to live, you have to be shameless and ruthless!

After a short break, the battle resumed.

Xizhi's offensive was even more fierce, and since the Song army's weapons were superior, it would be fought with human lives. Anyway, there are only 30,000 of his cronies, and the rest are servants of other tribes, as well as a large group of fanatical believers, let them consume it!

It's good to consume all the weapons of the Song army!

"Ten thousand enemies are gone!" Zhao Zongxi casually touched the black ash on his face and said anxiously.

"There aren't many crossbows for bed crossbows!" Di Yong looked much calmer, but the news he brought was still not good.

Zhao Li also came to ask for help, and most of his fire oil was consumed.

In the face of everyone's request for help, Zhao Zongjing immediately found Murong Qingchen.

"My general, transfer it from the warehouse! Don't you have that much in stock! ”

"No way!"

Murong Qingchen shook his head resolutely.

Zhao Zongjing was puzzled, "Why, do you want to watch the brothers fight with their lives?" ”

He was really anxious, "You didn't see it, Xizhi's people are all crazy!" I don't want to wipe out the brothers! I can tell you! Zhao Zongjing suddenly became very hideous, "Don't look at you are sent by Jingping, what kind of friendship I have with him, you know in your heart, if you don't nod again, I will find Jingping and sue you!" ”

At the mention of Wang Ning'an, Murong Qingchen let out a rare sigh, and his handsome face showed a trace of helplessness.

"I have to keep the weapon, it is for the sake of the prince...... Northwest we defeated! ”

His voice was very low, but Zhao Zongjing seemed to hear the thunder.

"What did you say?"

"The northwest is defeated, it was Wang Shao who sent me the news, there is a eunuch who sent troops privately, fell into the tricks of Western Xia, and the army of 100,000 was wiped out!"

Murong Qingchen said: "This is Qingtang's side, the news from the flying pigeon is definitely not wrong." ”

"Ahh

Zhao Zongjing sat on the ground with his legs together.

There was no sparkle in his eyes, as if his soul had been emptied, and for a long time, Zhao Zongjing suddenly hammered the city wall and gritted his teeth!

"Murong, what are you going to do?"

"It's simple, I can't afford to waste more equipment on Xizhi." Murong Qingchen said: "I must use my weapons to attack the Western Xia people and horses in Shazhou, I want to use my own strength to open up the Hexi Corridor, contain the Western Xia army, and share the pressure on Wang Xianggong...... We may be defeated and even have our lives in danger, but we must not sit idly by! ”

Zhao Zongjing approvingly: "Indeed, Erlang is in trouble, I can't ignore it!" But the question is, can Xizhi's 100,000 horses get rid of it? Will they let us go? ”

"No!"

Murong Qingchen smiled extremely cruelly, "The task given to me by Wang Xiangbu must be completed, Xizhi, I will not let him go!" He must die here! ”

Zhao Zongjing felt a little uncomfortable, a chill ran down his spine, and he asked tentatively, "Brother Murong, what do you want to do?" ”

"Dig up the Tarim River! Flood the Xizhi! ”

Murong Qingchen glanced at Zhao Zongjing, who was frightened, destroying the karez, which made countless people unbearable, and digging the only river was even more rebellious!

"What, lord, are you afraid?" Murong spoke with contempt.

Zhao Zongjing jumped up and grabbed Murong Qingchen's chest with his hand!

"Tell you, for the sake of my brother, I have never been afraid of anything in my life! Not to mention digging up the river, even if the Puchang Sea is filled, I will not hesitate to do it! It's just that the Tarim River has a limited amount of water, can it drown 100,000 people? ”

Murong Qingchen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly smiled with emotion, "Xianggong Wang really has the wisdom to know people!" Lord, you're right, one river is not enough, I still have to release the water of Bosten Lake! ”