Pang Ji sat in a small shop closest to the city gate. The window here was opened. He sipped slowly with a glass of wine. Han Qi and Wen Yanbo sat opposite him, and he held a glass of warm wine across a small table.

The wine was not good, and it was even a little turbid, but the three of them were not interested in the wine, and they all turned their attention to Daliangmen.

The State of Wei defeated the Chu army in Yiyi and Yuguan in 391 BC. The State of Wei occupied the Daliang area since then. After that, through the war against the State of Chu, it successively occupied a vast land south of the Yellow River, laying the foundation for the later capital of Daliang.

Since the territory of Wei is mainly in Hedong, southwestern Shanxi, and northeastern Henan, and the central part of Henoi, the east and west parts are dumbbell-shaped. Anyi is in the western part of Wei, too far from the east, and is connected to the east through Shangdang, which is rugged and mountainous, and has inconvenient transportation. Therefore, Anyi is not only inconvenient to control the princes of the east, but also inconvenient to rule the eastern region. If there is another incident like the rebellion in the first year of King Hui of Wei, Han and Zhao will easily capture Shangdang, cut off the connection between the east and west parts of Wei, and make Anyi trapped in Han, Zhao and Qin. In 340 BC, Gongsun Yang took advantage of the ambush of the 100,000 Wei army in Maling, and personally led troops to attack the Wei State, and fought to the capital of Wei State, Anyi, forcing the Wei State to make peace with Qin State.

Under such circumstances, in order to avoid the forefront of the strong Qin Dynasty, maintain and consolidate the dominant position of Wei, and to facilitate the rule of the eastern region and strengthen control of the eastern princes. Therefore, on the third day of the fourth month of the summer of 364 BC, King Hui of Wei moved the capital from Anyi, southwestern Shanxi to Daliang, east of Henan, which is now Kaifeng City.

However, Daliang City has been buried deep under the mud and sand brought by the Yellow River, and also buried the most glorious era of Wei Wuzhu. In the past, Zhu Hai and Hou Ying were strong and strong. Just like Daliang City, they were buried with yellow sand by history, leaving only the peerless prosperity of the Song Dynasty Tokyo Bianliang City and the low singing of talented men and beautiful women.

Han Qi sighed and said, "If it doesn't work, the Western Xia Iron Cavalry should be the first in this life. Wu Sheng's army has only been a year, and even the elite Jiazi Camp in Yun Zheng's army has only been a three-year army. Although they are invincible, they are facing bandits and the relatively weak Nong Zhigao. They are rushing head-on. They want to compete with the Western Xia Iron Cavalry who has grown up on horseback since childhood, and they are overestimating their abilities."

Wen Yanbo's eyes flipped, and looked at the Xixia people who were on the horse and asked Han Qi: "Since you have known the result a long time ago, why not stop it? Even if these people can agree to the decisive battle, wouldn't it be unfair to sacrifice for vain?"

Pang Ji put down his wine glass and said, "War is courage. One fight, one fight, and then one falls, and three out. Morale can be boosted and not discharged, and he knows that he cannot do it. This is a warrior.

A warrior can die in battle, but he cannot give in. As long as he gives in, he will give in countless times. This is the key to the confrontation between the two armies."

Wen Yanbo nodded and said, "Yes, if all of them lose their blood and courage, they are like those in the street market opposite. It is also a disaster for the Song Dynasty. I know at least one thing now. Wu Sheng's army is at least an army that dares to fight, and we can entrust major events in the future!"

Han Qi said painfully: "The wind on the border is tight and the snow is covered with bows and swords. When the battle of good water and rivers is good, I am humiliated. When I fail, Xixia uses iron cavalry as the front army, rides good horses, heavy armor, and cannot penetrate; use hook ropes to tie it. Even if the horses die, they will not fall. When encountering battles, they will first go out to break through the formation, and when the formation is chaotic, they will attack them; infantry carry cavalry to advance. After a hundred miles, they will go a long way, and they will come and go suddenly, if the electric shocks clouds fly. Whenever they encounter an enemy, they will encounter heavy armors, and the powerful general Ren Fu died in battle. This battle made me heartbroken. I thought about it in the middle of the night and cried and couldn't speak.

The thirty horses in front of me were covered with heavy armor, and swords and arrows could not be injured. Although Wu Shengjun was brave, he was not an enemy of iron armor. I would also like to turn my back to the battlefield to avoid any disturbance.'

Pang Ji picked up the spoon and added wine to Han Qi and said, "Zhigui, don't forget that Yun Zheng made the Western Xia upside down with his own strength, and there were endless internal bloody battles. Among the officials of the Song Dynasty, if they were familiar with the Western Xia, they might not even be compared with Zhong Yan, who was born in Huanzhou. I don't believe that a smart person like him would not fight with the Western Xia cavalry without his subordinates?

The Du Yuhou of Wu Shengjun must be a confidant general under Yun Zheng. Only in this way can he take on the important task of persuading His Majesty to allow them to march into Shenglong Mansion. This person talked clearly in the face of His Majesty, and was definitely not a reckless person. Now it depends on how Yun Zheng responds to the enemy."

Han Qi nodded and praised his kindness, barely moved his body, his face twitched and prepared to witness a life-and-death battle with his own eyes.

Zhao Zhen stood in front of the window, glanced at the sun that was about to set, and asked Han Lin beside him: "The sun is half set, why is Wu Sheng's army not coming yet? Could it be that this is a trick to confuse the enemy?"

Han Lin shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, there is no joke in the army!" His ears suddenly moved and said to the emperor, "Here you come!"

Zhao Zhen looked towards the sunset. No cavalry appeared on the street, but the archer who was riding on the horse blew a whistle. Thirty cavalry were already rushing forward slowly, and soon formed a sharp arrow formation. The war horses also started jogging from walking. The archer slowly landed behind, and three thumb-sized arrows were already on the big bow in his hand...

Zhao Zhen stared at the Xixia people's battle formation for a moment. He was very unfamiliar with the battlefield. Such a life-and-death battle was far away from him. This was the lesson he lacked the most. Now he really wanted to make up for it.

The tea in the tea cup gradually rippled, and then the sound of thunderous horse hooves came into Zhao Zhen's ears. His breathing became rapid, and his fists were clenched tightly, and he stood on tiptoe and wanted to see more clearly.

The inner street of Daliangmen is not wide, less than a hundred feet long. Both sides of the street are full of elm willows. The leaves of the elm have long fallen, and only there are few leaves on the willow trees. Now they are also falling in the sound of horse hooves like thunder, just like the spring flowers falling during the Flower Festival in Xiangguo Temple.

Lang Tan held a small shield in his hand, stood in the stirrups with his feet, and kept shouting numbers in his mouth. When he shouted to six, the horse speed of the Xixia people had gradually increased, and those people had already set their bows and started shooting arrows.

Three thick arrows were already roaring from Lang Tan, who was led by the back of the Xixia people's battle formation. The Legend of the Condor Heroes was indeed well-known. At this time, the two armies were still fifty feet apart, less than the best shooting distance of a powerful crossbow, and the powerful bow of the four stones could fully exert its power.

Seeing the three-point cold star pounced towards him, Lang Tan still yelled at the digit five, but put the shield in front of him. The arrow arrived instantly. Lang Tan felt that his arm was like three giant hammers. The powerful force hit the shield and pushed the shield back. If he hadn't been tied to the horse, he might have fallen off the war horse and was trampled into a meat paste by the war horse behind him.

Sun San pulled his powerful crossbow, and at the same time, the other companions also pulled the trigger, with one arrow and three shots. Fifteen people and fifteen people flew out like wasps. Only the Xixia people shot out the arrows in their hands and immediately raised their arm shields. The crowd of dense crossbow arrows came from the crowd, but it was not the person who was injured, but the war horse. Wu Shengjun's powerful three-sided crossbow arrow easily penetrated the chain armor of the war horse. A war horse with an arrow in his eyes fell to the ground. The other four or five war horses also fell down. The knight on the horse was not able to stand up and was trampled to death by the war horse behind.

A blood hole appeared in Sun San's throat, which was a tearing wound caused by the arrow passing through. Blood spurted out from the hole behind and was blown into a bloody rain.

At the same time, three soldiers were also shot in the arrow, one of which was not shot into the vital position, but his left shoulder was penetrated by the arrow.

"Three" Lang Tan roared angrily and pushed his war horse to one side. The remaining soldiers on the left dodged and at the same time strongly tied the reins to make the horse slow down.

Seven or eight spare horses emerged from the back of the crowd, with a knife inserted on their butts, and charged like crazy with the soldiers who had already died in battle but did not fall off the horse. The injured soldier did not dodge to the side, but instead brought the group of spare horses to the enemy.

The Xixia people seemed to know something was wrong, and they wanted to push the horses aside, helplessly, all of them fell to the ground to slow down their horses. The Xixia eagle roared and shot out three arrows again, all of which were firmly nailed to the injured soldier, and they flew him out of the horse, and were dragged by a rope and fell heavily to the ground. As the war horse ran, a thick blood mark appeared on the ground. As the crazy war horse took him into the enemy formation, a cold light flashed, and the heads of the three soldiers who had already died in battle flew up, and blood that had not yet solidified had flowed out of their necks like a spring water.

Blue smoke emerged from the back of the war horse, and a small flame rushed out, followed by a large ball of fire rising from the crowd. Pang Ji could not hear the sound, but only felt a wave of heat coming towards him. The old servant blocked his body tightly. He watched helplessly as a bloody horse's legs slammed heavily on the old servant's back.

Han Qi was tying his ears hard and looking out in a dirt face. He wanted to see if the Xixia people had all been killed. Wu Shengjun had never planned to discuss winning or losing with the Xixia people immediately. The only reason why they rushed was to send gunpowder bullets into the enemy's battle formation...

Zhao Zhen felt that the water and land temple was running in his head, and the clock, prick, chime, and bell were ringing. He finally settled down and felt his face was wet. He wiped his hand and found that there was blood stains there.

"Your Majesty, it's horse blood, you are not injured." Han Lin quickly explained.

Zhao Zhen sat in a daze for a moment, and asked in a sharp voice: "All of them are dead?"
Chapter completed!