Ending

However, Zhao Qian did not forget Wen Erlang and other provocations.

"The rest of the warriors, treat them well! They are so good wine and meat!" Zhao Qian ordered cheerfully.

"Thank you for the reward!" Wen Erlang and others were surprised and mixed together. During the march, there were rare good wine and meat! It was okay to say that the meat was, but even if there was good wine, you could not drink too much. If you drank too much, it would violate the military rules!

Why don’t Wen Erlang and the others be surprised?

Zhao Jin, who learned about the situation of the Western Xia army, did not stay for too long. He left Wen Erlang and the others to guard the donkey and horse. Everyone else boarded the horse to fight. This was Zhao Jin's first battle from Western Xia, and this battle must be won!

It was already afternoon at this time. The Beiwei Army, which had more than 400 people, fought against the Xixia Army, which had made great achievements for the first time. Everyone was very nervous. Zhao Qian did not give any morale-enhancing speech. This was an army he formed. Compared with the speech, Zhao Qian's actions were more inspiring.

He did not walk in the safest middle of the team because of his identity. Zhao Qian rode his horse on the front line, and Que Yue's black horse ran happily on the plain. The dark red cloak fluttered in the wind, flashing with dazzling red light in the sun, like blood, like fire, or as if it was the sun.

It was around 2 pm, and it suddenly started to rain heavily on the earth. When autumn and winter were in transition, the weather was changing. The rainstorm might not last for a long time, but it would be extremely violent.

"Prince, let's find a place to shelter from the rain!" Liao Chen did not stay and drink to celebrate. He rode his horse to catch up with Zhao Qian, squinted his eyes and shouted loudly.

"No!" Zhao Qian straightened his back on the horse's back. The wind and rain did not make his back bend at all. He seemed to be a mountain, or a cast iron man.

"The rain is too heavy, and it is easy to get lost in this situation! Moreover, the rain comes quickly and goes quickly in this season, which will not delay much time!" At this time, it was not Liao Chen, but a sent head of Zhenrong Jun. His main responsibility was to lead the way.

"No! You all think so, what about the horses and sentries of the Xixia thieves? Do they think so too? This is our opportunity! It is the opportunity given to us by God. If you don't catch this, it will bring victory to the enemy!" Zhao Qian said with a firm expression, fearing that the rain would slide down his cheek.

"Since that's the case! Prince, let General Mo lead people to open the way forward!" Liao Chen looked at Zhao Jin with a determined look on his face, his eyes as firm as iron.

"Okay!" Zhao Qian and Liao Chen looked at each other for a while and nodded decisively.

Liao Chen Yingnuo immediately led more than 20 cavalry out of the queue and soon disappeared into the rain.

Zhao Jin and his group walked for about fifteen minutes and saw a sentry tower. When they approached quickly, they found that there were no enemies at all. Instead, they left a bunch of corpses of Xixia soldiers under the sentry tower. About five or six were looked, but Zhao Jin did not count them in detail.

"Liao Chen is really clean and neat. He killed these Xixia thieves so quickly!" Zhao Yingwu praised, but he immediately sighed and said, "Why am I one step slowing down?"

Zhao Jin smiled and ignored it. The group continued to set off. Not long after, they encountered another scepter. However, the scepter was not surprised. There were still a bunch of corpses below, which were still about five or six. There were no corpses and wounded soldiers of Beiwei Army. It seemed that the two attacks were going smoothly, which proved that in the heavy rain, the Western Xia army relaxed their vigilance.

At the foot of Wuyan Mountain, Ye Li Wangrong did not agree with the foreign soldiers brought by Han Timu. If it weren't for the surrender, he would have taken down the rabble of Han Timu long ago. When the heavy rain came, Ye Li Wangrong didn't care. Instead, he called two Han girls caught along the way to accompany him to drink. Looking at the pitiful appearance of the Han girls, Ye Li Wangrong felt a sense of pleasure filled his heart.

Let you Song people be so arrogant in the past. Now your wife and daughter have to kneel under my crotch and moan to survive? Hahaha!

The commander is like this, and the generals and soldiers below are self-evident.

Zhao Jin arrived near Wuyan Mountain and did not launch a rash attack. In the heavy rain, he pulled his horse near a small hill. From here, he could roughly see the situation of the Xixia military camp. The three branches of the Xixia military branch surrounded Wuyan Mountain. However, from the tent, it can be seen that the military camp in the south is the most important. There are not many troops in other directions, and the tents are sparse. I think there are not many troops to deploy defense.

The military camp to the south is located on the edge of Wuyanchuan. It is supposed to be for water access, but now it is raining heavily, and it has become a low-lying area where rainwater gathers. The soldiers of the Western Xia army are very dissatisfied with this. Almost no one comes out of tents, and there are not many torches. It is so dark that people feel lifeless. I really imagine such a military camp with nearly two thousand barbarians stationed there.

A team of people came over in the dark and was soon discovered and stopped by the Beiwei Army. Zhao Yun glanced at him and saw that it was Liao Chen's figure. As expected, it was not long, probably because of his identity. Liao Chen had already rode his horse to Zhao Yun.

Liao Chen wiped the rain on his face and said to Zhao Chen in a muffled voice: "Prince, are you attacking now?"

Zhao Qian looked at it for a while and said decisively: "Start an attack from the southwest! The wooden fence there is the weakest!"

"Yes!" Liao Chen and others lowered their voices in the future and said, with unconcealed fanaticism.

The Xixia army had no reaction at all. When Liao Chen personally led his men to the Muzha for about twenty steps, he realized that it was too late. Liao Chen roared and rushed to the edge of the Muzha with his battle axe. He waved and splashed the wood chips. The fragile wooden fence had collapsed to the ground.

"Kill!" Liao Chen led the way. The soldiers on duty in that round of Xixia soldiers were no match for the entire time. I don't know whether it was because of panic or because the rain wet the gun barrel, their spear was not firmly held.

Liao Chen threw out the battle axe with a grim smile. The battle axe made a trembling whistling sound. A soldier of the Western Xia army was shrouded in fear and did not make any reaction.

"Puchi!" The battle axe fell on his head and slashed the small half of the skull away. The red and white ones mixed in the sprinkled rain and splashed out.

The other soldiers of Beiwei Army were not willing to let the enemy down. Everyone roared and rushed over. Some didn't even need to wave their weapons. When the war horses hit, the Xixia Army soldiers he was aiming were already half dead.

"Run! Run!" Zhao Qian rushed in from behind, and the roar spread across the rain curtain.

"kill!"

The sound of killing pierced the silent rain curtain.

The soldiers of the Xixia army did not react at all. They could not have imagined why at this time, the enemy had quietly come to the barracks. What about the Iron Harrier scouts outside? Damn it, are they all lazy?

Now no one knows the truth, and the soldiers of the Western Xia army can only face the killing of the Beiwei army helplessly.

A somewhat ignorant Xixia soldier rushed out of his spear with his weapon. Before he could see clearly where the enemy was. An arrow had already cut through the rain curtain, and the arrow of "Puff!" pierced into his throat, and blood splashed out, mixed in the rain, falling on the ground and turning into a charming scorching color.

The soldiers of the Xixia army were staring wide, but they could only press their throats helplessly and slowly fall into the rain.

"Crush! Crush!" Zhao Qian seemed to be aroused by an unknown fatigue, and kept roaring, leading the soldiers to trample on the enemy. The one with the most intense counterattack in the Western Xia army, Zhao Qian appeared there. The sharp spear was dyed red. Que Yue's black horse's black hair was flowing with strange blood, and I don't know how much blood was stained. This scene was like this!

The Xixia army was not a waste, but they did not make an effective counterattack. Zhao Jin's attack was too sharp. Although there were not many Beiwei army, they divided into several small teams, like sharp blades, cutting into the Xixia army. Cut the Xixia army into small pieces, and then using the advantage of local numbers to kill the Xixia army in the rain.

At this moment, it seemed that the rain turned red.

"What happened? The enemy is coming from there!" Yeli Wangrong rudely pushed away the two Han women, rushed out of the central army's tent with his upper body, and roared and asked.

No one could give him an answer. The soldiers of the Xixia army near the main tent quickly started to operate, holding weapons. A general led his way to Yeli Wangrong and said anxiously: "Marson, let's retreat! There are too many enemies!"

"Bang!" He was greeted with a huge slap, and he slapped the general in the rain.

Yeli Wangrong roared in a panic: "I didn't see the enemy's shadow, just shout to retreat! Is this your courage? Attack! Attack! What I want is victory!"

Yeli Wangrong pointed out the soldiers of the Western Xia army near the Central Army's tent. Although the number was not large, only one hundred people were ahead. Yeli Wangrong was fearless and rushed to the place where the killing sound was loudest.

It happened to be where Zhao Jin was.

As soon as Yeli Wangrong arrived, Zhao Jin had already discovered him. It would be impossible not to find him. Yeli Wangrong was very dazzling. As soon as he came up, he knocked a soldier from Beiwei Army with a mace. I don’t know whether the soldier just fell off the horse or had been killed by a mace.

"Damn it!" Zhao Feng was in pain and dying. Every soldier of Beiwei Army was his precious wealth!

"Good come!" Yeli Wangrong avoided the shot that Zhao Feng stabbed, and said with a smile to the sky: "Give me a gift!"

The mace fell from the sky, like a meteorite outside the sky, making a trembling whistling sound. Not to mention the strength, the whistling sound alone is already scary enough.

Zhao Qian was not afraid of danger, and he grabbed the horse's belly and Que Yue's black horse knew!

Que Yue's black horse neighed and hit Ye Li Wangrong's mount. No matter how powerful Ye Li Wangrong is, he has to rely on his mount! When the mount is tilted, his stunning blow will be lost. Zhao Qian laughed and threw down the red tassel spear. He pulled out the long sword at his waist, "Puchi!" Ye Li Wangrong didn't react at all. A generation of famous Western Xia general died at the foot of Wuyan Mountain.

Although the war did not end with Yeli Wangrong's death, the outcome was decided.

The Xixia army collapsed shortly after losing the commander, and a large number of war horses were abandoned on the battlefield. Han Timu dared to go down the mountain at this time, but Zhao Qian didn't care about this.

The soldiers of the Beiwei Army didn't care either, they cheered and hugged on the battlefield. "Wansheng! Wansheng!"

Cheers resounded throughout the sky. At this time, the rain had stopped. The sunlight shone on Zhao Jin, and it was shining brightly. At this moment, Zhao Jin was like a god of war. The sharp sword pointed to it, destroying withering and decaying!

(The whole book is over...)

ps:  The book was completed in a hurry, and there were many foreshadowings that had not yet started. In the end, it should have been Zhao Chen and Song Renzong's breakup. But for various reasons, Mu Mu had to finish the book in a hurry.

I just came to work in a new place and everything was adapting. The work pressure was quite high, probably because I was unfamiliar. At this time, I had no intention of operating it. Please forgive Mu Mu for completing the book in such an imperfect way. This is probably the last book of Mu Mu's author number. Maybe I will create it in the future, but it is no longer the author's name.
Chapter completed!