"Your false emperor is dead, why should you continue to work for the Xixia Dynasty that is about to be destroyed?"

"Those who know the current affairs should be regarded as heroes! If we don't leave the city quickly and surrender, when will we wait?"

Many Xia soldiers and generals guarding the Xixia Imperial City began to waver in their determination after hearing the Song army's shouting...

At the time of crisis, the Privy Councilor Weiming Anhui, who temporarily assumed the important task of supervising and guarding the imperial city, shouted:

"Command to the three armies, the enemy's propaganda in Song Dynasty is false! I, the Emperor of Daxia Kingdom, is on the east city of Xingqing Mansion, only slightly injured."

"Before I went to the city, I witnessed with my own eyes that His Majesty has returned to the palace. Our party, Xiang Erlang, must defend the imperial city to the death and wait for the arrival of King Qin's army..."

Most of the party soldiers guarding the city sighed, and some of them actually said:

"Alas! Even though Your Majesty was only slightly injured, the Song army has already broken through the city of Xingqing, entered the city, and marched under the imperial city of Daxia. We may have been buried before we waited for King Qin's army to arrive. I fell under the sword and arrow of the Song Army!"

"Alas! Xingqing Mansion, the capital of our Great Xia Kingdom, was fortified a few years ago. The person who presided over the construction of the capital was none other than Mr. Weiming! Now, why was the capital city, which is said to be impregnable, so quickly attacked by the Song Army? Where is the door? Mr. Wei Ming, why not make plans early!"

"If Mr. Weiming doesn't want to bear the blame, he might as well go to the palace quickly to persuade His Majesty to 'seek peace' from the Song army as soon as possible!"

"..."

An Hui, a man with gray beard and hair, was furious when he heard this. He pointed at the three generals in front of him who had just advised him, shouted and ordered:

"Come here, take down these three people and tie them up!"

"Follow orders..."

Weiming Anhui said bitterly: "In the face of a powerful enemy, these three people dare to mobilize reinforcements and quickly chop off their three heads!"

"Follow orders..."

"I am wronged..."

"I was wronged too!"

"Please forgive me, sir..."

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"Please give me a good name, Mr. Wei, and save someone under the knife..."

"Mr. Wei Ming, wait a minute!"

"My dear Mr. Weiming, please calm down! We are facing a formidable enemy, so why not let these three generals serve their crimes..."

"Hmph! Anyone who dares to dissuade them will be punished with the same crime and will not be spared!"

The persuaders were all afraid, bowed their heads and kept silent, and their bodies trembled...

"Ahhhhhh..."

"I am wronged..."

"I was wronged too!"

"Please forgive me, sir..."

"Click, click, click!"

Three knives fell, blood splattered on the city, and three heads fell.

Weiming Anhui, the Privy Councilor of Xixia Kingdom, ordered:

"Circuit these three heads among the generals of my city guards. Anyone who dares to attempt to surrender to the Song Dynasty will be killed without mercy!"

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At this critical moment, Weiming Anhui used this thunderbolt method to temporarily suppress many Xia army generals who attempted to surrender to the Song Dynasty.

He was worried, looked back at the Xixia Palace behind him, and said to himself:

"I wonder how your majesty, who was seriously injured, is doing now? Has the severe bleeding of your majesty's broken leg that was blown up by enemy Song's 'demon magic' stopped?"

"Your Majesty, has he regained consciousness?"

Weiming Anhui thought of this and hurriedly sent his messenger soldiers to run down the imperial city and quickly went to the palace at the rear to report to Emperor Xia, who was not sure whether he was awake or not, that the current war situation was not conducive to Xixia.

He silently begged God, hoping that the current Emperor of Xia could survive this calamity, and that Daxia could withstand the personal conquest of the Emperor of Song Dynasty, and that a miracle would happen in Xixia's favor during the current battle to defend the imperial city...

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In front of the Song Army's formation below the city, Liu Guangshi, enduring the pain of an arrow wound on his back, commanded his "propaganda team" vigorously and shouted in unison to persuade them to surrender.

However, he found that no one from the Xia army on the city surrendered, and he did not see much commotion among the Xixia soldiers guarding the imperial city.

Liu Guangshi was eager to make a contribution, and thought of the last trump card that the Zhao Guan family had given him before - the current Emperor Xia secretly dedicated it to Princess Cao of the Zhao Guan family.

His heart skipped a beat. Anyway, Zhao Guan's family had already announced it before. As for when the last trump card would be played, he could adapt accordingly.

Liu Guangshi took a deep breath, wiped the blood from his face, and walked quickly to a gorgeous carriage that was protected by his troops.

He said respectfully to the gorgeous carriage with curtains all the way:

"Wei Chen Guangshi is entrusted with the imperial edict of Zhao Guanjia: Please ask Princess Cao of Xixia to get off the sedan chair!"

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[PS, historical records: During the period of Li Qianshun, Emperor Chongzong of the Western Xia Dynasty, renovations were carried out on Xingqing Fucheng, the capital city. Jietan Temple, Gaotai Temple, Chengtian Temple, etc. were built successively. The person in charge was Weiming Anhui. Weiming'an

Hui was revered as Shangfu, Guan Taishi, Shangshu Ling, knew the affairs of the Privy Council, and was named the Zhengxian King of Liang Guo. He made many suggestions on political affairs. After his death, he was buried with a tomb in the Xixia Imperial Mausoleum, and the Shenzong Dynasty erected a monument in his honor.
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