The war between Song and Xia really lasted too long. Millions of soldiers traveled across this land, and the original ancient roads in the Western Regions were beaten to pieces.
The people living on this land are displaced, and they are displaced in all likelihood.
Ever since Li Jiqian, who was named Zhao Baoji as the Yinzhou Defense Envoy in the Song Dynasty, ignored orders to kill, burn, attack and plunder everywhere, this land has never had even a moment of peace.
Decades later, his grandson Li Yuanhao founded the country and proclaimed himself emperor. He first killed the four armies of the Song Dynasty and left corpses everywhere.
He also annihilated 100,000 Liao soldiers in Helan Mountain, almost captured Liao Xingzong, and established an empire for the small party.
All of this may come to an end today.
The shouts of killing shook the tiles of the palace, and the Song army rushed towards the royal city like a tide. At this time, the Xixia people in Xingqing Mansion were all waiting in silence in front of the windows.
All the available hands on the city wall were also used. They were all manning bows and crossbows at the crenellations, firing wildly like crazy.
After a charge, Song troops had already climbed onto the city wall. The Xixia soldiers took off their heavy armor and jumped towards the charging Song troops, howling.
The walls of the palace had no defensive equipment. No emperor would be optimistic that the capital city would be captured by the enemy and still rely on the palace to survive.
The last defenders of Xixia were indeed brave, and they fought with the belief that they would die.
It's a pity that their number is too small. Looking at the dark crowds coming in the distance, despair is spreading.
The Song army, like a torrent, attacked the city wall and crushed the enemy in front of them.
Every Xixia warrior's body was covered in blood and flesh. The disparity between the enemy and ourselves was so great that many Song soldiers didn't even have time to cut them.
Rockets filled the sky and hit the royal city, causing fires and smoke everywhere, creating a scene of doomsday.
The Xixia people in Xingqing Mansion opened the door silently and came to the courtyard. They watched the smoke column rising from the palace and many people committed suicide with their families.
In the streets, there were only occasional sobbing sounds, like ghosts crying.
The patrolling Song army visited nervously, but anyone who left home would be killed.
At this time, there is no time to be merciful or careless. A person who travels a hundred miles is half a mile, and the Song and Xia have been fighting for hundreds of years. Soldiers like myself have to kill a way for future generations.
Whoever wants to have a son or nephew of his own cannot live past thirty-five, and the widows of the family gather together in a village.
Finally, the blood shed by Xia Jun penetrated the palace walls of this royal city. Liu Yanqing was the first general to climb to the top of the city. He stood on the wall of the palace of his century-old enemy and had a panoramic view.
"Is this the capital of the Xia thieves?" Liu Yanqing's sword fell to the ground and he murmured: "It's a pity that my father did not survive to this day."
Some people in the Western Army at the top of the city were already in tears. This is more than a hundred years old. How deep is the hatred?
The faces of father and brother can only be seen in dreams. Many of them were still in their mother's belly, but their father had already died in the battle.
In the Xixia Palace, Li Qianshun held a sharp sword and crossed the corridor of the palace to supervise the battle at the city wall.
The kingdom is at the end of the road, the hero is short of breath, Li Qianshun has plans and tricks, he pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger in several palace battles, and finally takes over the power of Xixia, but he encounters this situation.
On the bluestone floor of the palace lay the bodies of many women, all of whom were Xixia princesses who committed suicide.
Death is like a lamp extinguishing. No matter how high-ranking, powerful, or charming or youthful you were during your lifetime, you will only be a cold corpse after your death.
Li Qianshun stepped forward without even looking at them, followed by a group of proton troops and frightened ministers.
At this moment, there was a commotion outside, and someone shouted: "Get out of the way, where is Your Majesty?"
Brother Tuobacha, covered in blood, walked up to Li Qianshun and said: "Your Majesty, the Song people have come in. We are outnumbered and have no chance of survival. I hope that your majesty and my brother will die together and not become prisoners of the Song people."
With a clang, Li Qianshun's sword fell to the ground, and his last glimmer of hope was shattered.
Brother Tuobacha screamed ferociously and raised his knife to kill himself.
The hot blood spurting from his neck splashed onto Li Qianshun's face, causing him to wake up.
With a flick of his eyelids, the king who encouraged tens of thousands of men and Song people to fight to the death said in a deep voice: "The situation is now irreversible. Let's surrender."
The ministers all shouted in unison. At this time, a young general came out, pointed at Tuobacha Ge's body and said: "Your Majesty Baishi, there is no emperor who has surrendered to the enemy!"
After saying that, he was about to assassinate Li Qianshun, but was hacked to death by the guards. Under Li Qianshun's feet, two corpses were lying, with dark red blood flowing out.
The Proton Army is equivalent to the Imperial City Division of the Song Dynasty. It is a garrison composed of the sons of wealthy families who are good at riding and shooting. It is responsible for protecting the safety of the emperor. It is known as the "Six Squadrons Within the Imperial Encirclement" and is divided into three divisions.
The sons of these party aristocrats are quite brave, martial and brave.
The Dangxiang tribe has a tradition that people of the same clan must help each other. When they are hurt by foreigners, they must take revenge. Before taking revenge, they must be unkempt, barefoot, and eat no meat until the enemy is killed, and then they can return to normal.
"Xi Xia respected the old customs, so it was able to protect the country for hundreds of years."
The little Xixia was able to stand strong among the Song, Liao and Jin Dynasties because of this martial tradition.
Many people in the proton army raised their swords and committed suicide in front of Li Qianshun. Their king had lost his original blood, which made them ashamed.
The Song army opened the city gate and poured into the palace. Many people could not help themselves.
This is the square of the Xixia King's City, and this is the source of trouble for Qinlong for hundreds of years. The day has come for the Dangxiang Li family to pay off their debts.
After a day of desperate fighting, every brick and stone in the square was covered with blood. In the ditches on both sides of the square, the blood gathered into a stream, and the deepest part was enough to submerge a person's ankles.
In the cold spring, the blood has solidified into ice, and only the rich smell of blood lingers.
In front of this square, the Song army stopped. In front of them was a group of enemy troops in black armor.
This may be the last stubborn enemy. For some reason, the soldiers of the Western Army suddenly became excited.
How could the last battle, fought for a hundred years, end like this?
Let’s fight again! Let’s fight again on the square in front of the palace in this royal city!
With the hatred of father and brother, the entrustment of mother, the expectation of beloved wife, and the admiration of young son, let's fight again.
The proton army didn't want to die in battle on the day when the country was destroyed, in front of the Emperor of Xixia, and in front of the king of the Party members.
It's a pity that the Dangxiang people have lost their king, and now Li Qianshun no longer has this qualification.
Li Qianshun knelt down and asked for surrender. None of the soldiers on both sides of the square responded.
Only the officials of Xixia, who couldn't wait to show their loyalty and avoid death, showed all kinds of ugly behavior.
Under the gloomy and miserable sky, the wind blew thick smoke, witnessing the demise of a country and the decline of a martial race.