The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

Yao Gu sneered and said: "When the Western Thieves were powerful, we had to use them, and no one dared to weaken us easily. Now that the Western Thieves are almost finished, we will be worthless soon, why bother here to hinder others from smoothing over Xixia, why don't you go back to your hometown early, we have been operating in Shaanxi for a hundred years, and we can still have some means of making a living, so we don't have to beg on the street, it's better than being slaughtered like this."

These people have already quarreled to such an extent before Xi Xia was eliminated, if Yang Lin was here, he would be dumbfounded.

In the Song Dynasty, Wen Tian and Wu Xi played, and civil servants suppressed generals for a hundred years, and these generals who commanded the army were willing to degenerate, and there were still a few people who cherished the country.

Making calculations privately, fighting for power and profit, is not much behind the literati.

Tong Guan finally got up slowly, looked at the generals in the hall, and said slowly: "Everyone is familiar with the story of the Five Dynasties. The feudal towns embraced their soldiers to become their heroes, and hijacked the court until the Taizu succeeded, and the Song Dynasty established the country. It is indisputable that civil officials suppressed generals. fact.

So far, our Great Song Dynasty's martial arts have declined, with fewer victories and more defeats. Khitan went south several times, and Chanyuan formed an alliance in shame.

Today's big victory is a golden opportunity, maybe it can save our military officials for more than a hundred years, and the combination of civil and military is the right way.

Why do you guys bother to complain so much here? It is better to destroy Xixia with one heart. Although a certain envoy is a mere envoy, can't the veteran generals of the Western Army ask for a title? "

These words are very tempting. Who doesn't want to really hold the power and not have to look at the faces of civil servants?You don't have to be careful to do things under the tight control system of civil servants, scholar-bureaucrats, and bureaucracy, and you are afraid that you will be blamed if you move.

Zhong Shidao shook his head secretly in his heart, if you are a real hero, why would the Western Army make things difficult for you.What kind of thing you Tongguan are, our Western Army already knows.

Tong Guan was in the northwest, and it was true that he wanted military rations, but he was not asking the imperial court for the rations that should belong to the Western Army.Instead, they forcefully confiscated military rations along the way and apportioned them to the people of Qinlong. These people are all family members of the Western Army, dead fathers of dead fathers, widows of widows, how can you gain a foothold in the Western Army with you.

As for the materials allocated by the imperial court this time, you also paid a large sum of money privately, and gave priority to equipping your Shengjie army.

Old Zhong smiled, raised his arms and waved away the leggings on his body, stood up and said: "Anyway, first take Li Qianshun first, Yao Gu, Zhong Shizhong, Zhe Keqiu, Yang Keshi!"

"The end is here!"

"You and others lead the elite soldiers of the headquarters and attack the Xia Thief Palace from all sides, while the other generals guard against sneak attacks from the remnants of the city."

"As ordered."

Tong Guan's face no longer looked like a human being, it turned blue and red, and his lips were pale.

The commander-in-chief of the three armies actually saw other people ordering troops in the big tent, and all the generals under him took orders generously.

The already rebellious Xijun became even more dishonest when Xixia fell.All his future is in the Northwest military, Tong Guan doesn't want to go back to Hangzhou to collect stones for the emperor.

After Zhong Shidao gave orders, all the generals stood up and retreated, while Tong Guan stood motionless.

After a while, the horn sounded, and Tong Guan sat down sadly on top.

Chapter 185 The Kingdom's Destruction

Between Song and Xia, the fight was too long.Millions of armored soldiers roamed across this land, and the ancient roads of the Western Regions had been beaten to pieces.

The people living on this land have been displaced, often in ten to nine.

Ever since Li Jiqian, who was named Zhao Baoji as the defense envoy of Yinzhou in the Song Dynasty, disobeyed orders to kill, burn and loot everywhere, there has never been even a moment of peace in this land.

Decades later, his grandson, Li Yuanhao, proclaimed himself emperor after the founding of the country, and first killed the corpses of the four armies of the Song Dynasty.

He wiped out [-] Liao soldiers in Helan Mountain, almost captured Liao Xingzong, and built an empire for the small party.

All of this may come to an end today.

The sound of shouting and killing shook the tiles of the royal palace, and the Song army rushed towards the royal city like a flood. At this time, the people of Xixia in Xingqing Mansion were all waiting in front of the windows in silence.

All the available hands on the city wall were also used, and all of them were holding bows and crossbows on the crenel, shooting wildly like crazy.

After charging for a while, Song Jun had already climbed to the top of the city. The Xixia soldiers took off their heavy armor, howled and jumped towards the rushing Song Jun.

The walls of the palace do not have the equipment to defend the city. No emperor would be optimistic that the capital was captured by the enemy and he could survive by relying on the palace.

The last defenders of Xixia were brave and brave. They fought with the belief of death.

It's a pity that their number is too small. Looking at the dark crowd that keeps coming in the distance, despair is spreading.

The torrent of Song army charged against the city wall, crushing the enemies in front of them.

Every Xixia warrior's body was covered in blood and flesh, and the disparity between the enemy and ourselves was so great that many Song soldiers didn't even have time to cut a knife.

Rockets shot all over the sky into the royal city, and there were fires and smoke everywhere, a scene of doomsday.

The people of Xixia in Xingqing mansion opened the door silently and came to the courtyard, watching the smoke column in the palace rise into the air, many of them committed suicide with their families.

In the street, there are only occasional whimpers, like ghosts crying.

The patrolling Song Army visited nervously, but all those who left the house were beheaded.

At this time, there is no time to be soft-hearted and careless. Those who travel a hundred miles are half-ninety. Song and Xia have fought for a hundred years, and soldiers like myself will kill a way out for future generations.

Whoever wants his own nephew will not live to be 35, and the widows in the family gather into a village.

Finally, Xia Jun's blood permeated the palace wall of the royal city. Liu Yanqing was the first general to climb to the top of the city. Standing on the palace wall of the centuries-old enemy, he looked down and had a panoramic view.

"Is this the Xia thief's capital?" Liu Yanqing dropped his sword and murmured, "It's a pity that my father didn't live to this day."

The Western Army at the head of the city has already shed tears like rain. This is more than a hundred years, how deep is the hatred.

The appearance of father and brother can only be seen in dreams. When many people were in mother's womb, father had already died in battle.

In the Xixia Palace, Li Ganshun held a sharp sword and crossed the corridor in the palace to supervise the battle on the city wall.

The kingdom is at its end, the hero is short of breath, Li Qianshun is scheming and tricky, he pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger in several palace battles, and finally monopolizes the power of Xixia, but he encounters such a situation.

On the bluestone slabs of the palace, there are many corpses of women, all of them are the concubines of Xixia who committed suicide.

A person's death is like a lamp being extinguished. No matter how respected or powerful he was, or how charming and youthful he was, he is just a cold corpse after death.

Li Qianshun didn't even look at them, and stepped forward, followed by a group of proton soldiers and terrified ministers.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside, and someone shouted: "Get out of the way, where is Your Majesty?"

Brother Tuobacha was covered in blood, he walked up to Li Qianshun, and said: "Your Majesty, the people of Song Dynasty have come in, the enemy is outnumbered and we are widowed, and there is no way out. May your majesty go to death with your ministers and not be prisoners of the Song people."

With a bang, Li Qianshun's sword fell to the ground, and the last glimmer of hope was shattered.

Brother Tuobacha let out a groan, and raised his knife to kill himself.

The hot blood gushing from his neck splashed Li Qianshun's face and woke him up.

With a flick of his eyelids, the king who encouraged tens of thousands of men and Song people to desperately said in a deep voice, "The situation is irreversible, let's surrender."

The ministers shouted at Shengming, at this time a young general came out, pointed at Brother Tuobacha's body and said, "My Lord Baishi, there is no emperor who surrendered to the enemy!"

After speaking, he was about to assassinate Li Ganshun, but was hacked to death by the guards.Under Li Qianshun's feet, lay two corpses, with dark red blood dripping out.

The Proton Army is equivalent to the Imperial City Division of the Song Dynasty. It is a garrison force composed of those who are good at riding and arching selected from the children of the wealthy family. It is responsible for protecting the safety of the emperor.