However, the number of one hundred dead soldiers was too small to make waves among the hundreds of thousands of huge Mongolian troops. They were quickly submerged and no longer heard.
Weiming Linggong was at the top of the city, watching all this quietly. It wasn't until the Mongolian camp returned to calm that he picked up the wine in his hand, poured it on the ground towards the place where the dead soldiers were fighting, and said:
: "Brothers, have a good trip."
The next day, the Mongolian army launched another attack on the city. Wei Mingling took the lead and commanded the battle at the top of the city. Not only that, he also ordered Zhang Gutao to lead 10,000 people out of the city to fight in the field with the Mongolian army at the west gate.
Although Zhang Gutao did not achieve great results and withdrew his troops after losing three men and horses, the Xixia people dared to go out of the city to fight in the field. This greatly shocked the Mongolian army and made them put aside their contempt for the Xixia people and had to take it seriously.
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That night, Duke Weiming summoned another hundred dead soldiers and sent them out of the city to attack the Mongolian camp at night.
The dead soldiers were not afraid of death, and after attacking and killing more than a hundred Mongolian soldiers, they all died in the battle.
When some dead soldiers were about to be captured, they still did not choose to live, and then bravely cut their own throats and committed suicide to sacrifice their country.
In the next half month, the fighting situation during the day was still bad. A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood could no longer describe this battlefield. The total number of soldiers killed by both sides exceeded 80,000, which can be described as extremely tragic.
This was the last struggle and the most powerful resistance of the Xixia people before facing the destruction of their country and annihilation.
At the same time, the dead soldiers continued to attack the Mongolian army at night.
Every night, Weiming Linggong would personally send a hundred dead soldiers out of the city to attack and kill in the Mongolian camp. Then he would watch all the dead soldiers being killed with his own eyes, and finally pour wine and send them on their way.
The Mongolian army seems to have become accustomed to all this, but the Mongolian army is not anxious at all, because the Xixia people's casualties are far greater than their own, and they have the initiative in this war, and the Mongolian army decided to trap Weiming Linggong to death.
"How many people are there in our army?" Weiming Linggong asked.
"Go back to the general, there are still 40,000 people."
Duke Weiming did not speak, but quietly raised his eyes to look at the Mongolian army camp outside the city. The soft night light shone on his lonely body, making him look even more lonely.
"Call a hundred dead soldiers."
"Yes, General."
As usual, another hundred soldiers will die tonight to die for the country. Everyone has long been accustomed to it, and the subordinates nodded in agreement and went down to make arrangements.
At this time, Weiming Linggong summoned Zhang Gutao and Tahai Ghost Beast again, saying: "You two have ordered your troops and horses to go out of the city with me tonight for a decisive battle."
The moment of decisive battle came suddenly without any recruitment.
But there seemed to be signs, because the casualties were huge every day. The Xixia soldiers and horses were beaten from 100,000 to 40,000, and more than half of them were lost.
They were very tired and felt that they could no longer hold on any longer. If they didn't fight hard, they wouldn't even have a chance to fight in the future.
At midnight, a hundred dead soldiers quietly left the city and entered the Mongolian camp. The Mongolian army was naturally prepared for this. Some people had been waiting for it. They just didn't know where the dead soldiers would attack.
Soon, the sounds of fighting began. The dead soldiers were divided into three teams and started fighting hand-to-hand with the Mongolian army in three places.
Just when the Mongolian army thought that this night would be the same as before and would soon end, the Lingzhou city gate opened wide, and Weiming Linggong led 20,000 troops out of the city and attacked the Mongolian army stationed at the north gate.
At the same time, Zhang Gutao and Tahai Ghost and Animal Generals also came out from the east gate with 20,000 horses.
Forty thousand people suddenly launched a fierce and decisive offensive. The Mongolian army had no preparation at all. Many people were still sleeping and were suddenly awakened. They thought it was another small group of dead soldiers attacking like in the past, but they didn't know that a decisive battle was coming.
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"Kill, brothers, we have no way out."
Duke Weiming roared loudly on his horse. His eyes were filled with tears and his face was distorted by the strong emotion. Tens of thousands of soldiers were greatly encouraged and everyone was excited. They were not afraid of death and pursued the Mongolian army to kill them.
Finally, at a moment, they broke out the wildness of the party members.
They were like huge rocks falling into the sea, scattering the unprepared Mongolian army in front of them, and then entered the Mongolian army camp, killing and beheading everyone they saw.
The soldiers of the Mongolian army were in chaos. They were panicking and some even ran away. In the panic, many people were trampled to death.
The Mongolian general Borshu was so shocked that he led hundreds of people to stop them without thinking too much.
Weiming Linggong looked at him angrily and hurriedly led his men to kill Borshu before he could organize a large number of men.
Weiming Linggong knew that he would win. He could only hope to win by relying on the Mongolian army, which was unable to organize an effective resistance, and then the camp roared, or simply collapsed and fled.
Once the Mongolian army reacts, with the bravery of the Mongolian army, it will be difficult for him to escape.
Weiming Linggong was worthy of being possessed by the God of War. At this time, he directly faced Borshu, and a horse-killing sword roared towards him. His fighting power was fierce. Even Borshu, a general under Genghis Khan, was difficult to defeat and was beaten.
Backpedaling.
"Brothers, kill, leave no one behind."
Weiming Linggong's murderous intent was so great that his soldiers fought bravely and fought to the death. This overwhelming murderous intent only made real Mongolians like Borshu tremble with fear.
This is not surprising, as this is the case in night attacks. Whoever takes the advantage and takes away the opponent's morale can defeat the strong with the weak, and defeat the many with the few.
Why is it that when a man is angry, his blood can be splashed three feet away?
Normally, no one would look down on a common man, but when he has such a determined spirit, even the toughest man will be frightened. This is "qi".
Soldiers also rely on this breath when fighting. As soon as the "qi" rises, a coward can turn into a murderer, and he can brave mountains of fire and swords.
Otherwise, there are so many strong armies in the past dynasties. Are these soldiers born heroes who are not afraid of death?
There are really so many heroes and good men, so the words "heroes and good men" are worthless. They are just trying to force them out.
Under the leadership of Wei Mingling Gonghan, who was not afraid of death, the Xixia army ran rampant inside the Mongolian camp, killing only the Mongolian soldiers who ran around howling.
Many heads of hundreds and thousands of households of the Mongolian army tried to organize people to resist, but it was doomed to be in vain.
Every time they organized some people, the Xixia army came over again and scattered them. Each failure further exacerbated the collapse of the Mongolian army. They could no longer control so many people, and they panicked and fled in all directions.
At this time, the arrogant Mongolian army actually collapsed and fled just like their defeated generals.
Tuo Lei was furious and ordered his men to stop the collapse and escape. Then he was defeated like a mountain and healed like a thread. No matter how he stopped or killed, he could not stop this rout.
"Why is this happening! Why is this happening!" Tuo Lei resentfully muttered to himself.