As the artillery fire roared, the Daxia army, which was as dense as ant, launched a fierce attack on the city again.

Less than two quarters of an hour before the battle, Zhongsun Zhouting, the backbone of Xixia, who was commanding the battle on the city, was killed because of a stray bullet.

At this point, the three backbone generals who were most valued by Li Xiushu in Western Xia, Qu Rujian, Heliancheng and Zhongsun Zhouting, all sacrificed their lives for the country.

There is no young general in the army who can take on a great task.

After the elderly teacher Zhongsun Qifu learned that Zhongsun Zhouting was killed, his hunched body shook and almost fainted immediately.

Li Xiushu looked at Zhongsun Qifu like this and said, "Please help Taishi go to the city to rest..."

Unexpectedly, Zhongsun Qifu actually knelt down slowly and said, "Emperor, the old minister asks to lead the army."

Li Xiushu was slightly stunned, and then sighed, "Ti-speaker, you..."

Zhongsun Qifu said: "Although the old minister is a civil servant, he has been in charge of troops for many years and will surely block these enemy troops outside the city."

Li Xiushu couldn't say anything more.

The old master of Xixia was ordered to become the commander of the Xixia defender.

Later, the old teacher said, "Go and take the armor of the Zhouting!"

On this day, the old master of Xixia wore the armor of the fallen commander Zhongsun Zhouting, and then commanded the three armies on the top of the city, fighting hard with the Daxia army.

The Daxia army rushed into the east gate of the city six times, but were eventually driven out by the Xixia defenders.

In the end, due to too many corpses piled up in the corridor, the Daxia army had to use the sky thunder to clear the corridor.
Chapter completed!