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As the sun gradually dipped towards the west, wisps of smoke from cooking fires rose amidst the mountains and gullies on the Dongzhiyuan side. Banners of black emblazoned with the Chen Star fluttered in the breeze, some stained with blood, transforming into patches of deep red. The atmosphere amidst the rising smoke was one of somber stillness, pregnant with anticipation.

Occasional onlookers dared to peer from the distant shadows, only to quickly retreat, much like the furtive creatures of Dongzhiyuan.

The force that had emerged from Small Azure River was now consolidating its position here. Just days before, the Iron Hawks cavalry that had descended upon them had plunged into a deep abyss. Aside from a small number of routed survivors, the lives of the remaining knights were almost entirely lost in a single charge. Now, nearly half of the Northwest was shaken by this news.

The West Xia king's hundred-thousand-strong army was advancing in this direction, seemingly with deliberation, yet with a hint of reluctance.

People feared the unknown.

It was difficult to imagine the expression on Zhong Lie's face in Huanzhou upon hearing the news. The remains of his Zhong family army numbered in the thousands, too few to stir up much trouble. But to the northeast, the Zhe family army in Fuzhou had already begun to stir.

While repeatedly sending men to confirm this unbelievable news, they mobilized their forces, and dispatched messengers, traveling day and night to the Small Azure River in the mountains. The Black Flag Army stationed at Dongzhiyuan and the advancing West Xia army were unaware of these developments – but even if they were, it was not the most pressing matter at hand.

The most important thing was the movement of the Black Flag Army.

Emerging from the mountains with ten thousand men, they had breached Yanzhou in less than two days, then immediately turned west, crushing the Iron Hawks in a single, decisive battle. Even the strongest troops suffered losses, and experienced physical and mental fatigue. It would be normal for them to retreat or send emissaries to negotiate. However, neither of these had occurred.

Thinking to the most extreme, it was not impossible that this army would not rest, but plunge straight into the center of the hundred-thousand strong army.

This possibility was terrifying.

Several miles away at the site of the great battle on Dongzhiyuan, the surviving corpses had become a horrifying, rotting hell under the scorching summer sun. Here in the mountain ravines, the Black Flag Army had been stationed and resting for four days, to outside observers, they were silent and still like a giant beast. But inside the camp, lightly wounded soldiers had largely recovered after rest, and more seriously injured soldiers had regained their mobility. Each day, the soldiers also performed labor – chopping wood nearby, making fires, butchering and smoking horse meat.

Of the twenty-seven hundred Iron Hawks, less than half died directly on the battlefield, two to three hundred cavalry fled, and nearly five hundred knights survived after surrendering, the rest were killed during the battlefield duel or while cleaning the battlefield. Fewer horses died, but many were injured, most of those that could be saved were saved. The Iron Hawks rode good horses, large and tall, some could be ridden directly, and some, even if slightly injured, could be used to carry things after recovery. Many of the dead horses were chopped up on the spot and dragged back. Horses with various injuries suffered for a few days, and in these four days, they have been killed one by one.

The five hundred who surrendered were forced to carry out the work of butchers. Most of these people were Dangxiang nobles who were Iron Hawks and spent their entire lives with warhorses. Many could not bring themselves to kill warhorses when they had to pick up sharp knives. Those who did not, were killed immediately. Some resisted and were also killed on the spot.

Soldiers whose morale had been shattered and whose courage had failed, even if they could take up arms to resist, posed a limited threat when prepared for. There were not many such resisters. The soldiers of the Black Flag Army did not have any womanly kindness at the moment. How the West Xia soldiers treated the people of the Northwest, in these days, was not only passed on in the words of the propagandists, but they had also seen it along the way. After seeing the villages destroyed by fire, the masses forced to harvest wheat, and the corpses or skeletons displayed on the roadside hanging on the trees, they only had one sentence for the prisoners of the West Xia army.

Dare to resist, good, then it's a life-or-death struggle!

These prisoners also felt this resolve. It was resolute, not fanatical. Over these days, what most of the soldiers in the entire garrison seemed to be doing was killing horses, and their daily food was also horse meat, but what they were really doing was not that, but: Killing Iron Hawks, and eating their horses.

As for the next step, the soldiers of the Black Flag Army also had discussions, but it became more formal today. Because the higher-ups wanted to unify everyone's opinions, to see whether everyone wanted to fight or stay before the arrival of the West Xia army, to discuss and summarize a resolution. After the news came, many people were surprised.

For example, after receiving the news, Hou Wu, who was covered in blood from processing horse meat that day, was stunned for a moment: "I thought we were waiting here to fight Li Qianshun... Isn't there a need to discuss it?"

"Yes." Mao Yishan and others also nodded foolishly.

"Why don't we need to discuss it?" Battalion Commander Xu Lingming frowned in front, "Li Qianshun's army of 100,000 will arrive in two days, it's not that we are afraid of him. But we did have losses in the two battles of attacking Yanzhou and fighting the Iron Hawks. Now, with seven thousand against one hundred thousand, we can't just rush over arrogantly! Is it better to fight, or to leave, even if we leave, our China Army has already shaken the world with these two battles, it's not shameful! If we want to fight, how should we fight? Do you still want to fight, is your will firm enough, can your bodies withstand it, the higher-ups have to know, and your own attitude is the most practical! Each squad, each company, each platoon, must unify their opinions tonight, and then the higher-ups will decide."

"Of course we have to fight." A company commander walked out with his hand raised, "I have something to say, everyone..."

"Luo Madman, you can talk later! Don't come to make trouble at this time!" Xu Lingming slapped the young general named Luo Ye back, "Also, you can talk, you can discuss, but you are not allowed to forcibly impose your ideas on others, Luo Madman, you pay attention—"

Soon after, the entire military camp became lively.

About thirty miles away, the advance of the army of 100,000 raised dust that blotted out the sun, and the flags that stretched out in front and back could not be seen from the main road.

This time, most of the elite soldiers of the West Xia Kingdom followed the main formation, the Bubaz soldiers who were good at walking in the mountains, the Qiangnu army in large groups, the Poxi who operated trebuchets, the Qinsheng army with high combat power, and thousands of Imperial Guard battalions composed of aristocratic children, like the Iron Hawks, and a small number of light and heavy elite cavalry, guarded Li Qianshun's central army tent. Just such a mighty formation was enough to boost the morale of the soldiers.

The tribal leaders who make up the high-level of West Xia also followed the army. The existence of the Iron Hawks and the survival of West Xia represent the interests of all of them. If this sudden army cannot be crushed in front of the army formation, this national southward move will become meaningless, and everything swallowed will be squeezed out.

No one could tolerate such a thing.

"...The other party is aggressive, and although their forces are less than 10,000, their combat power is extremely high, which should not be underestimated. If the other party is still scheming and wants to negotiate, we can negotiate first. But if we want to fight, in terms of military strategy, attacking quickly and defeating slowly, using few against many, the other party must attack the royal flag!"

At the military strategy meeting these past two days, General Asha Ganbu conveniently predicted the other party's actions. King Li Qianshun of West Xia gritted his teeth.

"With 7,000 men against my 100,000, if they dare to attack my central army, why shouldn't I accept them!"

"Your Majesty is brave and mighty, and this general admires you. But the art of war is to attack the weak with the strong. Your Majesty is the master of West Xia and should not be easily involved. This army emerged from the mountains, and has repeatedly come up with strange strategies in the two battles. We must not be careless. Once we engage, we should use our troop advantage to exhaust their energy and see if they have any backup plans. If the other party does not come up with strange strategies, our army is ten times larger than them, so we can easily wipe out the other party. If there are really strange strategies, our army of 100,000 is not afraid of him. Therefore, I suggest that once we engage, we should not be aggressive, but stick to being conservative. After all, the Iron Hawks are a lesson from the past..."

Asha Ganbu's words were somewhat of an arrogance to the other party, and diminished their own prestige, but this was only a high-level discussion, and with the example of the Iron Hawks, his words also represented the views of many people. Therefore, even though they felt aggrieved, the closer they got to the Black Flag Army, the more rigorous the defense of the West Xia camp became. At night, the layers of guarded camps stretched out with lights, like a huge fortress surrounded by stars, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

That night, no negotiating emissaries arrived, and many people knew that things were awkward.

At this time, thousands of miles away in Jiangning, the city streets were peaceful and auspicious, and high-level politicians had mostly taken action: Kang Wang's mansion, will be heading north in these two days.

In terms of the capital, Yingtian Prefecture, the secondary capital at this time, is obviously a better choice than Jiangning. Even if the Jurchens had already turned the area north of the Yellow River into a sieve, they had not formally occupied it. It was impossible for the new emperor of the Wu Dynasty to throw away everything north of the Yellow River and even north of the Yangtze River as soon as he ascended the throne.

The Jurchens had not yet digested the large amounts of wealth and slaves they had plundered in the previous two battles. Now that the new regime had purged the "Seven Tigers", if the new emperor and new officials could cheer up, it would not be impossible to resist the Jurchens and recover lost territory in the future.

Of course, what really determined the core of the regime to be set in Yingtian was not just Kang Wang Zhou Yong, who had been an idle prince in the past. Many forces behind the original Kang Wang's mansion promoted this step in a powerful way.

The will of the Princess of Cheng's mansion was the most critical part of it. During this period, Qin Hui, Huang Qianyan, Wang Boyan and other officials who went south to welcome the new emperor, lobbied Zhou Xuan, Kang Xian and others many times, and finally finalized the matter. Of course, there were also people who could not understand such things.

"...I can't figure out why we should set the capital in Yingtian. Grandpa Kang, here, you can come out to do things, and the imperial sister can come out to do things. What will happen when we go to Yingtian, who can't see it? Those high-ranking officials, their foundations and clans are all in the north. They can't let go of the things in the north. The most important thing is that they don't want the officials in the south to rise. I have seen through the infighting in the middle. Jiangning has been a pool of muddy water recently!"

Jun Wu, who was about to become the crown prince, was speaking loudly in Kang Xian's study, filled with righteous indignation. Kang Xian, whose hair was already white but whose eyes were still clear, sat in a chair and watched him, taking a sip of tea and listening to him shout.

"...I have nothing to say if it's really for the country and the people. The country is about to perish, and everyone is fighting for it, considering whether they have the final say. Give the country to them? That Qin Hui looks dignified and awe-inspiring, but I don't think he's a good thing! Grandpa Kang, I don't understand. And..." The young man lowered his voice, "And, Ning... Ning Yi said that within three years, everything north of the Yangtze River will be gone. At this moment, we should retreat south. My workshop is also here. I don't want to go to Yingtian to build another one. Grandpa Kang, that Kongming lantern, I can already make it fly, but it's not enough to carry people..."

"I think you are just doing it for your workshop." Kang Xian smiled, pondered for a moment, "You are still young, smart, but you should have heard the saying that clear water has no fish, and a perceptive person has no followers. Of course, these high-ranking officials have their own interests behind them. People from the north of the Yangtze River and people from the north of the Yellow River also have their own interests. For these interests, it is also for this country. The same is true for senior officials. Talking about interests does not mean being a traitor. On the contrary, those who don't talk about interests may really be the problem."

The old man poured a cup of tea: "In the north and south of Wu Dynasty, there are thousands of miles of traffic, and the interests are large and small. The wheat planted in an acre of land south of Yanmen Pass is the wheat of my Wu Dynasty. Wu Dynasty is this wheat, and the wheat is also this Wu Dynasty. The farmers who plant wheat there, if the wheat is robbed and the house is burned, his Wu Dynasty is gone. How can you say that he is not doing it for my Wu Dynasty because he is doing it for the wheat? The same is true for senior officials and small people. Wherever their home is, that's what they do for it. If you really don't want anything and don't care, Wu Dynasty is naturally nothing to him."

"You do it for the workshop, others do it for the wheat, and the officials do it for their families in the north. They are all good things. But what I fear is being blinded." The old man stood up, handed him the teacup, and his eyes were serious, "Since you are going to be the crown prince in the future, or even the emperor, your vision should not be short-sighted. The area north of the Yellow River is difficult to defend. Anyone can abandon it and flee south, but only the emperor cannot. That is half of the country, which cannot be abandoned. You are from the Zhou family, so you must do your best to defend it to the last moment."

"If we can't defend it, are we just going up to die?"

"If you haven't done it, how can there be anything absolute!?" Kang Xian glared at him, "If there is really another Bianliang incident, you can escape at that time, but as long as there is still a glimmer of hope, we should do our best. You said your teacher, how many things has he complained about? He still blocked the Jurchens from attacking the city for the first time. He said that the area north of the Yangtze River would fall, but that is not inevitable, but just a possible speculation."

This was the first time Kang Xian had mentioned Ning Yi in front of Jun Wu recently, and Jun Wu became happy: "Then, Grandpa Kang, do you think that if I really become the emperor in the future, it is possible to let my teacher..."

"Shut up!" Kang Xian scolded, "Don't mention it today, and don't mention it in the future. He committed regicide and caused chaos. He is the enemy of the world. The Zhou family cannot reconcile with him! If you reveal such thoughts in front of others in the future, you won't even be able to be the crown prince!"

"I haven't said anything yet..."

"I still don't know you, child." Kang Xian looked at him, sighed, then his face softened slightly, stretched out his hand, and patted him on the shoulder, "Jun Wu, you are a smart child, you have been smart since you were a child, but unfortunately, I didn't expect you to become the crown prince, and some things were taught too late. However, if you look more and think more, be careful in your words and deeds, you can see clearly. You want to stay in Jiangning, for your workshop and for the power of the Princess of Cheng's mansion in the south, thinking that it is easy to do things. You still want to hide from the rain under the eaves of the princess's mansion, but in fact, you have become the crown prince."

"Once you become the crown prince, you have to become someone else's eaves and let others hide from the rain. You said that these senior officials are all doing it for their own interests, that's right, but you are the crown prince and the emperor in the future, and it is your problem to settle them. Some problems in this world can be avoided, and some problems cannot. Your teacher, he never complained. The situation was difficult, but he still defeated the resentful army in Xia Village, and survived nine deaths. In the end, the road was blocked, and he killed the emperor with one knife. It was very troublesome after killing the emperor, but he went directly to the Northwest. In the current situation, he is surrounded by the north and south in that mountain, but Grandpa Kang is betting with you that he will not sit still and wait for death. Soon, he will definitely take action. The road is narrow, you can only walk. If you can't walk out, you will die. It's that simple."

"When you become the crown prince and become the emperor in the future, if you can't walk out, can you kill yourself? The officials are fighting with you, the people are fighting with you, and the Jin Kingdom is fighting with you. If you can't beat them, it's just death. Before you die, you have to do your best. You said that the officials are bad, try to make them better. They are in the way, try to make them do things. If you are really annoyed, kill them one by one, kill them until the corpses pile up like mountains and the heads roll, that's also the emperor. The most important thing in doing things is the result and the cost. Do it after you see clearly, and pay the price that should be paid. There is nothing strange about it."

Kang Xian waved his hand, his words still echoing in the room, Jun Wu was a little dazed, and then saw the old man breathe a sigh of relief and smiled kindly: "You just have to remember these things first. Grandpa Kang can't accompany you to the north. After going to Yingtian, I don't know if I will ever see you again. But in this world, there are many people who are lovely and respectable. When you become the emperor, you have to earn a way out for them. Of course, just do your best."

Jun Wu was stunned for a long time: "I remember it. But, Grandpa Kang, don't you think we should hate the teacher?"

"Gentlemen make friends with each other based on principles. If the principles are the same, they will follow the same path. If the principles are different, they will not conspire with each other. As for whether to hate or not, your teacher puts his life on the line when doing things, and he is upright in everything he does. I am an old man, and I don't know if I will ever see him again in my life, so what is there to hate? It's just a pity that when we were in Jiangning, playing chess and chatting together, I knew too little about what he was thinking."

The old man paused, then lowered his voice slightly: "Your teacher acts like Lao Qin, and pays great attention to effectiveness. You once worshiped him as your teacher, and those senior officials may not know it. They still pushed your father to become the emperor, and it has something to do with the Princess of Cheng's mansion, but among them, there may also be a reason for valuing you and the way your teacher does things. As far as I know, when your teacher was in Bianliang, he did things in all aspects. Some of the people he used have left, some have died, and some have stayed, scattered here and there. The crown prince is noble and is a good shelter. You go to Yingtian and study things, it doesn't matter, but don't waste your identity..."

Jun Wu's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly, then said: "I just don't know how my teacher is doing in the Northwest, in the midst of that predicament."

He arranged for some people to collect news from the Northwest, but after all, it was not systematic. Relatively speaking, the Princess of Cheng's mansion's information network was much more well-informed. At this time, Kang Xian was able to talk about Ning Yi without any grudges, so Jun Wu took the opportunity to inquire about it, but the old man then shook his head.

"The sky is high and the road is far. The situation in the Northwest is a mess, and how can Grandpa Kang know all the information there? The actions of those rebels have not been reported yet. It's just that West Xia and Jin Kingdom are surrounded on both sides, and most of the Northwest has fallen, so it's not easy..."

The old man sighed, and Jun Wu also nodded. When he left the Princess of Cheng's mansion that day, he still had some regrets in his heart. Although Kang Xian was teaching him as the crown prince at this time, his desire to be the crown prince was not very strong. On the contrary, he was more interested in the workshop in his hands and the situation of Ning Yi in the Northwest.

Soon after, Kang Wang moved north to ascend the throne, attracting worldwide attention. The young crown prince will know from the news that followed, that on this day, the Northwest had been stirred up by the dispatch of troops from Xiaocang River, and the countless strings had been stretched to the extreme and were about to break.

Dusk at Xiaocang River.

Ning Yi was sitting in his study, watching from the courtyard, Min Chuyi's parents were leading the little girl, carrying a gray and white rabbit to the door.

The farmers, who were accustomed to hardship, were not good at words. The fact that Ning Xi and Min Chuyi were injured while catching rabbits had little to do with the little girl, but the two still felt that their daughter had caused the trouble. In their minds, Mr. Ning was a great man, and they were even afraid to come to the door. It was not until they caught another wild rabbit that day that they timidly led their daughter to the door to apologize.

Su Tan'er, who was thin but in good spirits, received them, and then sent Ning Xi, whose injuries had healed, to play with the little girl.

"The days to come may not be easy. My husband said that boys have to be able to withstand beatings in order to take on things in the future. Brother and sister Min, your daughter is very sensible. She knows more about things in the mountains than Ning Xi. Let Ning Xi play with her in the future, it doesn't matter."

He turned his eyes back, bowed his head to the work at the table, and after a while, he picked up a few pieces of intelligence and looked at them, then put them down and looked out the window, slightly lost in thought.

The Black Flag Army broke Yanzhou, and the Black Flag Army broke the Iron Hawks in Dongzhiyuan. Now the army is camping on the edge of Dongzhiyuan, waiting for the West Xia army of 100,000. He had read these pieces of intelligence back and forth many times. Zuo Duanyou came over today and asked about this matter. The old man was an old-fashioned Confucian scholar. On the one hand, he had the emotions of an angry youth, and on the other hand, he did not agree with Ning Yi's radicalism. Furthermore, he was quite worried about the possibility of such a capable army being buried outside because of radicalism. He came to ask Ning Yi if he had any confidence and a backup plan - Ning Yi didn't actually have one either.

The place that tactical deduction can reach is limited. First of all, the speculation about the morale of the army is vague. If the battle of Yanzhou was still under deduction and control, the battle against the Iron Hawks in Dongzhiyuan could only grasp a general idea. The Black Flag Army brought cannons and gunpowder, and could only estimate that there would be a chance to meet the Iron Hawks in the future. If the previous battle was not fierce, the cannons and gunpowder would be hidden and used in this key place. After the battle of Dongzhiyuan, the earlier deduction has basically lost its meaning.

With 7,000 men against 100,000, considering the great deterrence of the complete annihilation of the Iron Hawks in one battle, these 100,000 people must have been prepared and will not be negligent again. The 7,000 men will encounter a tough nut to crack. At this time, Ning Yi had no way to estimate how far the morale of the Black Flag Army could support them. At the same time, after the battle of Yanzhou, the defeat of the Iron Hawks was too fast and too simple. It did not affect other West Xia armies and form an avalanche, which was also a pity.

The more than 100,000 soldiers of West Xia will still form an overwhelming advantage over the Northwest, and they will not withdraw after the destruction of the Iron Hawks. Once the Black Flag Army retreats, they will continue to attack Yanzhou, and even attack Xiaocang River. Judging from the strength of the Zhong family and the attitude of the Zhe family at this time, these two families cannot cause a decisive blow to West Xia with their main force.

Considering these factors, Ning Yi is no longer the decision-maker for the front line. He can only wait for the news of the next development with some tension, whether it is war or retreat, victory or defeat, or whether to use Qingmu Village - a place that has been doing business for a long time, and the periphery has been penetrated into a sieve by nearby forces, which is quite sensitive - and this requires including the attitude of the Jurchens and even the surrounding forces. That will be a new strategy.

But in general, Ning Yi is satisfied with this attack, because it proves that the morale and combat power of the Black Flag Army have reached an extremely high level. This satisfaction is accompanied by some regrets. Comparing it horizontally, the Jurchens won a great victory in Hedaodian, with 3,700 breaking 100,000, and in Hubudagang, 20,000 broke 700,000, and without complete siege equipment and tactics, they broke through the upper capital city in half a day - and they didn't have gunpowder.

At what level has this China Black Flag Army reached now, and whether its morale has really become indestructible, is it higher or lower than the Jurchens in a horizontal comparison. For these, Ning Yi, who is not at the front line, still has some doubts and regrets.

In fact, as Zuo Duanyou said, enthusiasm and radicalism do not mean that one can understand things, and being able to risk one's life does not mean that one has truly opened the people's minds. Even in the era he lived in, the popularization of knowledge did not mean that one could possess wisdom. More than 90% of people could not pass the entry requirements for autonomy and wisdom - that is, the problem of the unity of opposites between world view and outlook on life - let alone in this era.

Getting rid of Confucianism, changing some things, and stuffing in some things, no matter how generous the words are, he is walking cautiously every step of the way. It's just that since the road has already started, there is no possibility of turning back.

He worried about the situation on the front line for a while, then lowered his head and began to continue summarizing the arguments and inspirations he had with Zuo Duanyou that day.

……

In the Black Flag Army garrison, the Iron Hawks prisoner Tuoji was being escorted through the tents, and the surrounding area was noisy. He tried hard to listen with his not-so-proficient Chinese ability, and was not quite sure what was happening.

Before being escorted out, he was still whispering to his fellow prisoners about what might happen next, the negotiations between this strange army and the West Xia royal army, the possibility of them being sent back, and the punishment they might face, and so on.

Soon after, in a rush of surprise and astonishment, he learned what had happened and what might happen.

"...Why did we leave Xiaocang River? Why did we attack Yanzhou and fight the Iron Hawks? Now if we retreat, Li Qianshun will catch his breath and chase all the way to Yanzhou. Can we afford to waste our time with him? Now is the only chance to fight him! Scare him! I'm not saying that this opportunity is easy to grasp, or that Li Qianshun is easy to defeat. Even 100,000 pigs are not easy to kill. But if we can't do it, our dead brothers will have died in vain."

"...What did Mr. Ning say before we came out? Why are we fighting? Because there is no other possibility! If we don't fight, we will die. It's the same now! Even if we win two battles, the situation is the same. If he lives, we will die. If he dies, we will live!"

"...Tell you, two days later, the army of 100,000, I want Li Qianshun's head!"

"...How to fight? Isn't that simple? Mr. Ning said that if the combat power is not equal, the best tactic is to rush directly into the main formation. Are we going to kill 100,000 people? As long as we cut off Li Qianshun's head, what about 100,000 people?"

"...Are they prepared? Do you not fight if they are prepared? Do you only think about fighting enemies who are not prepared!? If they are prepared, we can only charge—"

"...Who can't talk big! Who can't talk big! Facing an army of 100,000, don't you have to think about how to fight? Should we divide into one, two, or three routes? Have you thought about it? The West Xia people's tactics and arms are different from ours, Qiangnu, light cavalry, Poxi, how to fight and how to charge when we encounter them? What terrain is the best? Don't we have to think about it? Since everyone is here, tell you, I have brought people out, those prisoners, bring them out one by one and ask them one by one..."

"...This brother, where are you from in West Xia? If you don't want to die, please help me..."

Before being pulled out to the open space, Tuoji was a little dazed by the incoming information tide. His Majesty the Emperor was coming with an army of 100,000 - he looked at the scene like a barbecue party: Facing the oncoming army of 100,000, this army of less than 10,000 was as excited as if it were a festival.

Were they discussing running away?

He looked around, and in the light of the bonfire, countless discussions were echoing far and near. In this small open space between the tents, one seemingly normal military uniform madman was looking at him.

"...Talk, the first question, how do you usually fight when your Poxi encounter the enemy?"

……

The long wind swept across the vast land of the Northwest. This summer is about to pass.

On the morning of June 29, the West Xia army of 100,000 marched from its camp nearby and advanced to the edge of Dongzhiyuan, slowly entering the combat range.

A most fierce battle will come with the arrival of autumn.

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