Xixia won’t die, but the emperor Li Qingluo can ask himself how to save himself in this rout.
It seems that I have tried it according to what this rebellious woman said.
Li Qingluo turned away.
Li Yanran looked around and cleared some thirsty voice Li Qiushui sat down beside him.
Just now, the two of them had no father-daughter feeling at all, because one didn’t regard himself as a father and the other didn’t regard himself as a daughter.
For Li Yanran, although he grew up in the Xixia Palace, the impression of knowing everyone after he was fourteen years old is even worse than that of Mu Guiying, who was not hunted with her for more than a month.
But Mu Guiying, no matter how impressed they are, can’t compare with a Li Qiushui.
Her hometown is not Xixia but Li Qiushui.
Now she expected to see this "hometown" low and decadent.
The body of that hometown is shrinking behind her, forming a shadow that is ten million times weaker than before.
Li Yanran sniffed a smell of smoke and blood, but for the first time he felt that heaven and earth were so vast.
The word "fate" used to feel like this.
There is no home to return to, and I will find another way.
"So this is called breaking the old relationship."
There is no smoke gorge. Although the Chinese and Western Xia armies are in decline, there is still room for the international troops to retreat. The generals of all walks of life seem to have a backbone. If they decide to retreat without chaos, they will finally save 60% of their troops and retreat outside the canyon.
On the same day, Emperor Li Qingluo of Xixia wrote a letter to ask for peace with Dasong, whether it was to redefine the border or compensate the horses for their annual tribute.
The words in the letter are sincere and sincere. It’s not like losing a canyon and losing less than 10 thousand foot soldiers. It’s like the whole Xixia royal family and senior officials were pinched by their necks and pressed by bloody knives.
The terms of the two countries have not yet been negotiated, but there is an early decision.
Li Yanran, Princess of Xixia, will bring the martial arts classics hidden in Xixia Palace and 3,000 pieces of gold, 2,000 pieces of silk and 100 pieces of refined swords into the Song Dynasty, and join the South Mountain Sect in Song Guozhi.
Show Xixia’s sincerity
Good news back to Tokyo, the capital of song dynasty is full of joy
The emperor learned that at the end of some incidents, the courtiers discussed whether to raise the true religion. Of course, it was urgent to readjust the troops to reinforce the northern border
Fang Yunhan moves too fast.
When he returned to Zhongnanshan with Li Yanran, Mu Guiying and other talents just came to the battlefield of Song and Liao Dynasties.
Yang Liulang, the battlefield marshal in Song Jun, heard that Dragon Wood had arrived and rushed out to Chengtou to watch the enemy lines in person.
"That’s the Tianmen Array."
Yang Liulang pointed to the north of Mu Guiying, and when he looked around, he saw that there was a vast fog in the five or six miles outside the city wall.
That piece of white land is divided into three days, but it is impossible to distinguish any clues from the fog.
Mu Guiying couldn’t see why and asked, "What’s the mystery of this array?"
As she said, she wrapped a stump in her back and held it in her hand. "There is no reaction when the dragon wood arrives here. How can we find a broken array?"
Mu Guiying’s direct theme is very suitable for the battlefield and should have a style of doing things, but her question stumped Yang Liulang.
Yang Liulang thoughtfully for a long time and said, "This Tianmen array looks like a fog. Once it is caught in it, it is a shura battlefield, where the Liao army soldiers turn into monsters, which makes it difficult for our soldiers to compete."
"And this law will go on in every city in the former Liao country, but in half a day, the fog will push past the captured city and chase us."
Mu Guiying frowned as he listened. "Will the array change? That is to say, how vast is that large array now?"
She looked at her hands dragon wood silence.
Although dragon wood is a kind of precious wood, there are also some rich families in the north of the Yellow River who have this kind of wood in their possession.
Only Mukezhai, a dragon tree, is said to have been tempered by lightning and fire for more than a thousand times, and dragons are very different in the wood grain on a full moon and night.
But no matter how unusual it is, it is a piece of wood about the size of an ordinary bucket
Compared with pushing six cities horizontally, it can accept hundreds of thousands of troops to kill the array. This piece of wood is like a drop in the ocean. It seems that a red bean is more important than a wild elephant. People can’t figure out how it can play a key.
"Chengtou can’t see the scenery, of course, and you can’t see what’s going on in your hands."
The first reaction of a cheerful voice coming to Mu Guiying was that a young woman several years older than her came.
For a moment, Yang Liulang, Yang Zongbao and others around her have bowed to the man.
Yang Liulang called his mother Yang Zongbao, his grandmother Yu Zhujiang, and the old lady Wang.
A woman in a apricot robe with hair like a crane’s feather looks like a full-fledged woman walking along the city wall with a luxurious crutch that doesn’t match her appearance.
It doesn’t look old at all. The old lady walked up to Mu Guiying and looked at the girl with a smile and said, "What do you want with this wood?"
Mu Guiying nodded and leaned down slightly, saying, "Please ask your predecessors for advice."
"Grant instruction? I don’t know what this thing is going to do. "
She spent a lot of time grabbing Mu Guiying’s shoulder. "So let’s go to that battle and have a try."
Taking Mu Guiying with her voice, she jumped from Chengtou, and several ups and downs rushed into the fog five or six miles away and disappeared from public view.
All the people on the wall reacted with an uproar. All the faces of the generals were surprised. Someone shouted at once.
She Laotai is the first master in the army of the Song Dynasty and the anchor in this city.
Although Yang Liulang is the marshal, I have seen her since the old lady rushed to the front, and many soldiers have faintly regarded her as the supreme commander
Then they, the "real coach", jumped from Chengtou alone.
Jumped!
Jumped! !
Oh, no, she has someone with her.