During this period of time, Meng Yining didn't want to describe it as long and hard, but she really felt that everything had lost color in the face of this war. It's just that the epidemic has finally slowed down slightly, the burned corpses have stopped the spread, and people have begun to boil water under the initiative of the imperial doctor, and the symptoms of the spread are gradually slowing down. The king of Xia ordered the news to be sent to every city in Great Xia, so that the people could escape from the panic of the plague.

On 5 May, after a short rest, the Yanrong people began to march and occupied Zhaocheng. This city was set on fire by Meng Yining before leaving, there was no food and grass, no people, and no vitality, like a drop of ink in the boundless darkness. Meng Yining ordered everyone to take away all the items they could take away, leaving nothing for Yan Rong.

Lian Wang Jingzheng, Meng Yining, Gai Xiaoyong, together with the immovable march around Chengping, were only seventy or eighty thousand people, facing the adjacent 50,000 soldiers and horses and Yan Rong's 100,000 soldiers and horses, everyone couldn't hold the perseverance and anxiety on their faces. Meng Yining wanted to calm herself down, but with the battle report in hand, she couldn't do it at all.

King Xia Jingchi sent people from many countries to ask for help.

Zhang Zhong pacified the Bactrian nobles who wanted to surrender in the middle of the court.

General Lian Qin fought on the Western Front and struggled to support, his lieutenants, staff officers, and even the middle-level generals in charge of the treasury had been killed in the battle, and the people around him changed one after another in a short period of time, and the blood flowed like a river, staining the field red, and the corpses fell to the ground one by one. Yan Rong's army attacked the fragile city in a big way, Lian Qin retreated one after another, and the momentum of the soldiers was exhausted in just a few days, although they rushed forward desperately, with the determination to die, but they were not powerless to reverse the situation of the enemy's strength and weakness. General Lian Qin wrote in a letter to the King of Xia that until the last soldier was stationed, no one would surrender in Great Xia, and if Yan Rong win, it would also be a tragic victory, and his vitality would definitely be greatly injured.

The soldiers of Great Xia had jade in their mouths, and they had already put life and death aside and died on the battlefield. The corpses of the Great Xia soldiers were unburied, and they retained the last fighting posture before their deaths, and fought with the Yanrong people.

Meng Yining never thought that the Xia people, who loved the silk and bamboo orchestra and were good at trade, would have such courage, and his heart was a deep pain that could not be concealed.

The matter has come to this point, and it is okay to talk about any surprise victory, as long as you don't lose the country.

On May 6, General Lian Qin led the cavalry of Daxia and Zishi to raid the Yanrong army, and drove straight into it like lightning, outflanking the heavy grain and grass of the Yanrong army in a roundabout way, burning 71 carts of grain and grass. On the same day, General Lian Qin's new lieutenant general 30,000 soldiers and horses fought against Yan Rong's more than 40,000 men, and finally won a crushing victory, stopping Yan Rong's thunderous attack. The Yanrong people slowed down the pace of attack, and the farmland of Great Xia was all in the western border of the country, and it was gradually occupied by Yan Rong.

On 6 May, General Lian Tan's 5,000 men fell into the encirclement of Yan Rong, resulting in the annihilation of the entire army.

On the evening of the same day, Yan Rong raided three cities two hundred miles south of Chengping, and the defenders were unable to help, so they were martyred and the city fell.

On 7 May, General Lian Qin retired to garrison the city against Yanrong's army.

On 8 May, Yan Rong's army had tentatively taken the lead in attacking the city, but it ended in failure. On the same day, Yan Rong's army changed its strategy and marched like Chengping to join the army near Zhaocheng. General Lian Qin's nearly month-long barrage had slowed them down, but he was unable to contact the threat of Chengping.

If, without this rampant plague, the more than 200,000 soldiers and horses of Great Xia could completely resist Yan Rong, and even, they could even counterattack to Baiyue.

Meng Yining was facing ten times the pressure he faced, and the Great Xia defenders couldn't avoid it, but Yan Rong didn't advance to attack, and several of their troops took turns to start using fatigue tactics to siege the city in a few days, huge stones and fiery fireballs were thrown from the foot of the city wall, and the soldiers were seriously wounded before they could meet each other. The city gates and walls were constantly reinforced, and the people joined in the repair procession day and night. Women carry water, children and dirt, men tamp gaps in the towers, and the whole city is in a state of exhaustion.

The climate in May, usually at this time, people are bustling wearing light gauze long skirts, carrying mandarin duck paper lanterns walking in the streets and alleys, green willows and red flowers, warblers singing and swallows dancing, but at this time, although the peach blossoms in the corner of the wall bloom and fall, and the pink petals flutter in the sky, there is no vitality in spring. None of the common people came up with the idea of the Spring Festival, and everyone poured all their strength into the city.

Meng Yining held a pot of rice wine in his hand, drank two sips alone, and then went to the city wall to supervise the battle, the yellow cheeks of those Yan Rong soldiers painted with gold were very uncomfortable in his eyes, and the faces of the Great Xia soldiers were tired.

Le Yi bent his bow and arrows beside her, and the arrows pierced straight into the enemy's heart, falling down like a string. The black-pressed armor was in stark contrast to Great Xia's iron-armored silver spear, blood droplets in mid-air. One by one, the Great Xia soldiers fell in front of Meng Yining's eyes, their fresh lives came to an abrupt end at this moment, and the boulders that Yan Rongyun drove up smashed into the city tower, and the city towers were mottled gaps of different sizes. The Yanrong people were like black lizards, climbing up the city wall one by one, they roared and roared and climbed up, Meng Yining swung her sword and cut off her arms, blood soaked in her face.

The offensive slowed down every time the sun set, such a long and rapid attack, the girl knew that it would not work for a long time, she walked down from the city tower covered in blood, and she was so tired every day, and she didn't know when the days would end, the war had been going on for a month, and it was the most beautiful time in Great Xia.

Yan Rong's people gathered more and more around Chengping, their chances of victory became less and less, she was like an isolated island in the wind and rain, the morale of the soldiers was getting lower and lower, and most of them were already struggling in battle.

On the 10th of May, an army of 10,000 men under General Lian Tan rushed here from elsewhere carrying the bodies of wounded soldiers, and the mud fell on the faces of the soldiers, and they dragged a long line out of the mountains with each other's arms, covering their wounds and skirting them from behind the city. The exhausted soldier dragged his heavy body and gritted his teeth to insist, but he walked all over the mountain. Meng Yining saw this advancing army from a distance, rushed forward, and helped a small soldier who was about to fall.

The soldier was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and he dragged his heavy head and looked at the woman with a childish face. He had never been close to any other woman in his life except his mother, and the young man's face suddenly turned red. Meng Yining beckoned everyone, "Follow me!" The soldiers cheered up as if they had finally seen hope.

One after another, the wounded soldiers were arranged in the old barracks at the corner of the city wall, and they clutched the poisonous blades of Yan Rong in pain, groaning in pain.

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