The shouting of killing suddenly broke through the sky, and Meng Yining, a fierce spirit, rolled up from the tiles of the restaurant with a sword in his arms, and the city was already full of flames.

Le Yi's golden whip and white rainbow swept through the sun, setting off a tearing Yan Rong soldier. The enemy's precaution had already been relieved the moment he entered the city, and the Great Xia soldiers slashed and killed the Yanrong people who left the team sporadically and marched forward in small teams in the shadows.

In the middle of the night, when a large number of troops had just fallen asleep, they were awakened by shouts of killing. Meng Yi looked at everything around her steadily, there was a pair of bows and arrows beside her, and the girl put down the fire spirit sword in her hand, bent her bow and pulled the arrows.

The arrows passed through the layers of Qionglou Yuyu, and shot into the Yan Rong sergeant with a "bang", and the enemy snorted and lost his life.

Meng Yining's pace was like a broken flower, and he jumped down with his backhand sword and entered the fight.

Everything alarmed the Yan Rong army. They began to search wantonly throughout the whole process, and then suddenly noticed that there was another city in this Junzhou city that had been completed, towering majestically, but there was no sound.

The main soldiers of Great Xia were in this palace, quietly waiting for the attack. They only need to defend one point and gather their absolute strength above the palace gate to defend against the enemy.

Before dawn, Junzhou fell into a fighting melee. Between searching the city and capturing the Great Xia army, Yan Rong soldiers used the main army to attack the gates of the palace in the old city of Junzhou.

They slammed the gates desperately, and the soldiers on the towers of the palace, who were not high, shot arrows downward, and those who could not shoot threw huge stones and knives. In an instant, Junzhou was bloody again.

The melee inside and outside the old city has dragged down the footsteps of the Yanrong people, bloody rain and bloody wind, so where can it be, Junzhou is hell everywhere.

At noon, the Yanrong army knocked on the door of the palace, the Great Xia army was killed and wounded, and the soldiers desperately wanted to drive the Yanrong enemy out, but there were many people.

The soldiers outside the old city, south of the city, and north of the city had already rushed to the old city at full speed, and the Yan Rong army lowered its back again, turned around and started a melee again, and was added to the middle of Junzhou and could not move. There's only so much more that can be done.

It is impossible to encircle Yan Rong's forces, but it is a good way to disrupt the formation and let them be attacked on all sides. It seems to have dispersed the forces of Great Xia, but in fact it dispersed the forces of Yan Rong.

They have to worry about what is in front of them and what is behind them.

However, Yan Rong's number was still twice that of Great Xia, and besides, they were tall and captured cities, and Great Xia suffered heavy losses. In the old palace, Jing Chi was also wearing armor and holding a cold sword. eminent

Yi Ning killed herself from outside the city to inside the city, her whole body was covered with blood, as if she had crawled out of a pile of dead people, she wanted to protect the only king of Great Xia.

At this time, Jing Zheng was directing the melee at the gate of the palace in the old city, he roared and threw away the scimitar and long sword, holding a spear in his hand and stabbing continuously. The red tassels on the spear had been glued together with blood, and the red of the enemy flowed down the barrel of the spear into the palm of his hand.

Everyone joined in the life-and-death battle, and the women slashed with their kitchen knives in their hands and closed their eyes, and the blood stained the sky red, and everyone was red-eyed. However, after all, Yan Rong was numerous, and they were like swarms of rats constantly gnawing and devouring.

"Withdraw, Your Majesty!"

"Withdraw? Where to retreat? Do you want me to be like those who are greedy for life and afraid of death? Jing Chi spoke with a majestic sternness.

Meng Yining was also anxious, "Chengping, the situation is critical now, withdraw to Chengping, General Lian Tan, take it up!" Every word she said was accompanied by shouts from outside the temple.

"The widow will not leave."

"Nonsense!" Meng Yining roared with red eyes and looked at General Lian Qin.

Jing Chi was born with the same stubbornness as his father, "Why let the widow retreat, even if he retreats, there will be no soldiers and horses!" ”

He is right, Daxia really does not have any extra soldiers and horses, and withdrawing can only lose power and humiliate the country, it is better not to withdraw.

Meng Yining arched his hand, "I'm alive, they won't come in." She laughed, her jaw arched as indifferently as if she were going to a night feast, the blood was like a lotus, and the girl's long flowing hair and calm eyes were like another spring day.

The moon is bright and the spring is full of joy. She pushed open the door of the hall and closed it again, and the girl hurried to and fro under the gaze of everyone.

Hundreds of miles of wind and clouds, everyone has large and small scars on their bodies.

"Report - all the soldiers in the north of the city have been killed."

"Newspaper - there are less than seven hundred of the two thousand soldiers and horses outside the old city."

"Report - Yan Rong attacked the second arch."

"Newspaper—"

"Newspaper—"

One after another, the center of the whirlpool. Jing Zheng's face was pale, but his voice couldn't hear any trembling, his hand holding the long sword was saved again, and he was determined to push the door out to start a fight, and suddenly a person stumbled in pushing the door in, "Your Majesty, King Lian...... King Lian ......"

"What's wrong with King Lian?"

"Seriously injured." The little soldier had his mouth open, blood pouring out, and he fell to the ground with a cutlass stuck in his back.

Lian Wang Jingzheng was carried up by several people, blood gushed out of his mouth and chest, but his face was calm and did not look like this man. "Your Majesty...... Wang Shang ...... "His voice was weak and hoarse, and he stretched out his hand to hold Jing Chi's hand. Jing Chi rushed over and watched his third brother's life drain little by little.

Jing Zheng held back the pain and smiled, spurting out a mouthful of blood every time he said a word, "Chen, the minister can't accompany you to the end." It's the minister's fault, you will be a good king, and Daxia will definitely be able to ...... You can definitely avoid this fate...... I must be able to ......" He looked at his brother in a daze, and everything was as clear as yesterday.

Jing Chi will become a good king, will work hard, and will become more and more like his father, but the broken scimitar in his body tells him that he can't see the days when Great Xia radiates all directions.

Jing Chi's eyes were moist, and his cold hands couldn't help trembling, "Third brother! You hold on! Doctor, doctor! ”

"I know, I know, it's hopeless." Jing Zheng shook his head, "Listen, we will definitely be able to get through, in the past, the third brother was wrong, listen to slander, you are more suitable for this position than anyone else, don't be arrogant, take out the spirit of a king...... "He is no longer King Lian, he is the third brother of Jingchi, and he is the elder brother who grew up together and hoped that his younger brother would grow up calmly." What kind of power and money, there is no meaning anymore, there is no one behind him, the only thing to worry about is his mother concubine in the palace, presumably Jing Chi will definitely take care of Zhou Wan.

"I'm going to make amends to my father......" he smiled, suddenly letting go of Jing Chi's hands and closing his eyes weakly.

Blood flows, how many lives have been lost in this war?