Di Qing was lying on the hospital bed, but his injuries were always getting better and worse. There were signs of purulence on his legs and shoulders, and his body continued to have a fever. Even if Qian Yi came, there was no good idea.

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

Wang Ning'an went straight to the ward and saw Di Qing frowning, looking out the window without moving.

"Brother, I need your help if you have something to do."

Di Qing suddenly shivered and immediately said, "What's the matter? I will definitely help."

"This... needs you to die for a few days."

Di Qing didn't understand yet, "What does this mean? It's the court..."

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

When it comes to war, Di Qing is still very smart. His eyes rolled and suddenly smiled: "Erlang, don't you want me to pretend to die and lure the Xixia people from the Internet?"

Wang Ning'an smiled helplessly, "There is no way, they are playing tricks and surrendering. We can only use fraud to return the revenge. I am going to use Longzhou as the burial place for the Xixia people! How many come, how many you kill!"

Wang Ning'an dipped his fingers in clean water and wrote two words on the desktop: dynamite!

Di Qing pondered for a moment, "It's amazing, 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 will be restored, and the court's support will come, and the battle situation in Hengshan will stabilize. Finally, he has not become a sinner of the Song Dynasty!"

After saying that, Di Qing turned over and lay on the hospital bed, snoring loudly, and fell asleep.

Qian Yi shook his head when he saw it at the door.

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

Wang Ning'an is preparing for the upcoming battle.

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

In the past six months, the Song army has built a city of 10 miles in radius and built a two-meter-long wall. If they are given another half a year, the city will become solid. Unfortunately, Xizhi came earlier than expected.

However, he did not expect that the Song army could actually build a city, and there were not many siege equipment on hand, so he could only let his subordinates cut down poplars, make cloud ladders, and attack the city.

The tide of people rushed through the dense rain of arrows and rushed to the city. Someone stepped on the ladder and rushed to the top of the city. He was greeted by a sharp sabre.

Zhao Zongxiang suddenly turned around and chopped off the head of an enemy. The corpse of the headless Karakhanate soldier. Half of his body showed a strange posture. He was wearing a white feathered helmet and rolled away.

It took a full second before the body fell to the city.

"Huhh!"

Zhao Zongxiang was gasping for breath while leaning on the hilt of the knife. At this time, another sword flashed in front of his iron armored chest like a poisonous snake, leaving a white mark.

Zhao Zongxiang took a half step back, and without thinking, he just slashed his hand. The other party hurriedly blocked it, and only a harsh metal impact sounded, and several sparks flashed out. Before he could stand still, Zhao Zongxiang took the lead and another knife penetrated the other party's mouth and directly protruded from the back of his head.

In just a short time, Zhao Zongyuan was exhausted both physically and mentally after killing two enemies in a row.

Sure enough, this battle was too dangerous.

Not far away, Di Yong had just finished watching this short and thrilling melee fight, and suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from the front. Di Yong, who was always vigilant, quickly rushed to strike a knife, and then another scimitar was seen directly at Di Yong's chest.

This knife came fiercely and quickly, ruthlessly and tricky.

Di Yong's kung fu was indeed not a blow. He took two steps in a row and a face full of dust appeared in front of him. It was ferocious and distorted, full of hatred, and he wished he could swallow Di Yong alive.

The king has already said that as long as you kill the generals of the Song army, you will receive generous rewards, marry the princess, and become a nobleman!

The Karakhanate is different from the Song Dynasty.

They are completely determined by their bloodline, and as long as they are born, they will never be able to change in their entire lives.

As long as you are a noble, even a pig can enjoy endless wealth and honor.

If you unfortunately become a slave, no matter how much credit you make, it will be just a tool in your master's hand.

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

This time, Xizhi followed the example of the Song Dynasty, not only gave him an illusory paradise, but also gave him real wealth and glory. Everyone was extremely crazy.

The young tribal warriors were as tight as a knife, and they all slashed at Di Yong with gritted teeth. It was as heavy as a mountain and as powerful as a mad tiger. It made Di Yong a little busy at the beginning and couldn't react.

The young tribal warrior swears loudly while chopping, calling on other brothers to come and help. His tone is full of joy and madness, as if he is rich and rich, and is within his reach.

Di Yong, who was already a veteran of the battlefield, did not give the soldier a chance to continue dreaming. He saw the opportunity and stretched his sword from the tribe soldier's arms. When he cut the warrior's neck, the sharp horizontal knife immediately shut up the tribe soldier.

Di Yong pushed forward again, and a hissing spray sounded around the necks of the tribe soldiers. Blood spewed out like money, blurring his vision, and there was a terrible red in front of him. The young warrior's eyes were spinning with difficulty. He was about to ascend to heaven, but when he was dying, he did not see the angels, nor the golden roads, nor the fragrance of flowers, nor the music of immortals. Perhaps the gods did not exist at all, right?

He suddenly became very regretful, but he could not stop the blood from splashing out in the hissing sound, nor could he stop life from passing rapidly in the sound of pain.

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

Although Xizhi and his tribal alliance armed forces suffered heavy casualties, the high-intensity attack also consumed a lot of firearms from the defenders. The special arrows fired by the large city guard crossbow alone consumed one-tenth of them.

As one of the two commanders, Zhao Zongjing, who was once confident, was in a particularly heavy mood. The firearms hoarded by the Song army were almost comparable to those of the frontier city. It only took a few hours to consume so much, and there were so many battles in the future. What should we do?

But it was worth it to him that it was worth it in this battle for only half a day. At least five thousand enemy soldiers died under the city wall. The city wall was not directly impacted. The simple primitive siege weapons of the Karakhans did not even touch the city wall, and they were directly crushed by the Song Dynasty crossbow machine. The only thing that makes people feel distressed is the poplar wood.

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

Here, any little green is extremely precious.

This bastard Xizhi actually cut down poplar and made weapons without restraint. His behavior is no less noble than Murong Qingchen destroying the Kanerjing!

Sure enough, if you want to survive, you must be shameless and ruthless!

After a brief rest, the battle began again.

Xizhi's offensive was even more fierce. Since the Song army had the advantage of weapons, it would be better to fight with human lives. Anyway, his confidants were only 30,000, and the rest were servants of other tribes, and a large group of fanatical believers, let them consume it!

It would be better to consume all the weapons of the Song army!

"The enemy was exhausted!" Zhao Zongxiang casually touched the black and gray on his face and said anxiously.

"There are not many crossbows on the bed!" Di Yong seemed much calmer, but the news he brought was still not very good.

Zhao Li also came to ask for assistance, and he consumed most of his tincture oil.

Faced with everyone's request for help, Zhao Zongjing immediately found Murong Qingchen.

"My general, please transfer it from the warehouse! Don't you have that much inventory!"

"no!"

Murong Qingchen shook his head firmly.

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

He was really anxious, "You didn't see that Xizhi's people are all crazy! I don't want to mess with all my brothers! I will tell you!" Zhao Zongjing suddenly became very ferocious, "Don't look at you sent by Jingping, what kind of friendship do I have with him? You know in your heart that if you don't nod, I will ask Jingping and sue you!"

When talking about Wang Ning'an, Murong Qingchen sighed rarely, and his handsome face showed a hint of helplessness.

"I must stay the weapons, it is for the sake of Wang Xianggong...We have defeated the northwest!"

His voice was very low, but Zhao Zongjing seemed to hear a thunderclap.

"What did you say?"

"The northwest was defeated. It was Wang Shao who sent me the news. Some eunuch sent troops privately and fell into the tricks of Xixia. The 100,000 troops were gone!"

Murong Qingchen said: "This is the news from Qing Tang. Fei Ge sent a letter, so it is absolutely impossible to be wrong."

"ah!"

Zhao Zongjing sat on the ground with his legs in a mess.

There was no trace of his eyes, as if he had been evacuated. After a long time, Zhao Zongjing suddenly hit the city wall and gritted his teeth!

"Murong, what do you want to do?"

"It's very simple. I can't waste more equipment on Xizhi." Murong Qingchen said: "I must use my weapons to attack the Xixia people in Shazhou. I must use my own strength to open up the Hexi Corridor, restrain the Xixia army, and share the pressure for Wang Xianggong... We may be defeated in the battle, and even have the worries of life, but we must not sit idly by!"

Zhao Zongjing praised: "Indeed, Erlang is in trouble, I can't ignore it! But the question is, can Xizhi's 100,000 troops be thrown away? Will they let us go?"

"Won't!"

Murong Qingchen laughed extremely cruelly, "The mission Wang Xianggong gave me must be completed. Xizhi, I will not let him go! He must die here!"

Zhao Zongjing felt a little bad, and a chill came from his back. He asked tentatively: "Brother Murong, what do you want to do?"

"Dig the Tarim River! Flooding Xizhi!"

Murong Qingchen glanced at Zhao Zongjing who was frightened and destroyed the Kanerjing, which made countless people unable to bear it. Digging open the only river is even more ruthless!

"What, Prince, are you scared?" Murong Yu was contemptuous.

Zhao Zongjing jumped up and reached out and grabbed Murong Qingchen's chest!

"Tell you, for my brother, I have never been afraid of anything in my life! Not to mention digging rivers, even if I fill the Puchang Sea, I will do whatever I want! But the water in the Tarim River is limited, can it flood 100,000 people?"

Murong Qingchen was stunned for a moment and suddenly smiled, "Mr. Wang is indeed aware of people! Prince, you are right, a river is not enough, I want to shine the water of Bosten Lake!"
Chapter completed!