The general is on the queen of Xixia

Xixia, Xingqing Mansion.

"boom!"

The peaceful night was shattered by a loud noise.

Residents in the imperial city were awakened and walked out of the house one after another, talking about what happened to each other.

The flames soaring into the sky in the northern outskirts of the city burned that part of the night sky red.

All the soldiers on duty in the palace were fully armed and nervous.

Wu En hurriedly came out of the bedroom and asked the commander of the imperial army.

"what happened?"

Everyone was at a loss.

"I don't know." The commander of the imperial army was sweating on his forehead.

Seeing the flames in the north, Wu En thought of a possibility, and his heart was awe-inspiring.

"Call Qimuge here, and you take 1000 people with me to the north to have a look."

There is no curfew in the Imperial City of Xixia. Some courageous people invite a few people to go out of the city to have a look. When they arrive at the north gate, they find that the city gate has been closed by guards, and no one is allowed to leave the city.

In the northern suburbs, dozens of tents turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Wu En, who was riding on the horse, was in a daze until he smelled the pungent smell of gunpowder and hurriedly ordered everyone to retreat several hundred meters.

Did it fail after all?

Soldiers wrapped in wet cloths dragged out several mutilated and charred corpses.

"Wang, only a few charred bodies were found, and no one escaped." Qimuge said.

A few years ago, when Wu En got Song's fire/powder formula, he immediately gathered craftsmen who were good at it.Let them research weapons that can be used in war.

The research on its application is going well, but the power of black fire/powder in this era is very limited, relying on this to conquer the world is tantamount to nonsense.

Wu En had no choice but to send someone to continue researching the formula of the yellow fire/medicine, using the knowledge he had almost forgotten, and wasted countless financial resources and manpower to get the raw materials.

How to match the ratio, how to detonate, I don't know at all, I can only keep trying.

As a result, the northern suburb of Xingqing Mansion became a forbidden area. Many people were curious about what was inside, but under heavy guards, no one could find out.There are even rumors that the King of Xixia raised countless beauties in the imperial city.

During the truce, in addition to letting the Xixia people cultivate their health and rest, Wu En was just waiting for the final weapon to be completed.

A few months ago, the technician said that he had finally tried out a reasonable formula, made twenty shells with a diameter the size of a carriage wheel, found a deserted Gobi, and tried five shells.

Even though Wu En was far away, the sand and rocks from the explosion splashed on his face, and Wu En was so excited that he forgot the pain on his face.

Although only three of the five bombs were successfully detonated, Wu En still asked the technicians to start mass production.

Sure enough, all eggs should not be put in one basket!The technicians and craftsmen died, and the priceless raw materials were destroyed. Wu En had a painful expression on his face.

Xixia has been fighting for years, and the treasury is unable to make ends meet. If Wu En wants to collect so many materials, it will be impossible without tax increases.

After returning, many soldiers had red rashes on their faces, and some had difficulty breathing.

Although Wu En reacted quickly, the soldiers who were close to the fire were still slightly poisoned.

Wu En tore up the half-year tax increase decree in his hand. After all, militarism is the worst policy. Such a dangerous thing should not appear in this era.

Even if she only uses cold weapons, she can still take down Song Liao!

Song Dynasty, Bianzhou.

In a remote and dilapidated Town God's Temple, a woman in Tsing Yi, disguised as a man, sat in an inconspicuous corner, with her luggage standing in front of her, covering half of her face.

Not many pilgrims came to offer incense, and no one noticed her.

A woman in coarse sackcloth walked into the temple without offering incense, but walked straight towards her.

"Girl, this is the boat ticket at You o'clock this evening."

Putting the boat ticket into her hand, the rough-clothed woman turned back and burned a stick of incense, and left unhurriedly, as if she was just the most ordinary pilgrim.

A month ago, Liu Tiantuo ran to the Prince's Mansion of Nanping County and said anxiously that Liu Xiyin hadn't returned all night.Ye Zhao led people to search the whole of Bianjing, but couldn't find anyone.

Hu Qing felt that it was unlikely that Liu Xiyin would be kidnapped by bandits, and Liu Xiyin should have been hiding by herself.

Ye Zhao didn't say a word about it, but with a livid face, she asked people to guard all the main passes in Bianjing, and she even asked her contacts to help seal the Bianhe River.

The movement was so loud that the emperor was alarmed, and the emperor sent someone to ask why this was so. Zhao Yujin went to explain that a thief had stolen Ye Zhao's sword.

After the waterway in Bianzhou was blocked for several days, Nanping County Prince's Mansion had to resume shipping. Although Zhao Yujin was a son of the royal family, she never had much real power.No matter how much the emperor favored him, he could not ignore speech.Zhao Yujin was only allowed to send some people to the dock to investigate.A month later, Liu Xiyin was still not found, and the officers and soldiers who investigated yesterday also withdrew.

Liu Xiyin's Qingcheng face was covered by makeup, and she made a simple disguise. At this time, she looked like a weak scholar with a package on her back, and hired a carriage to drive to the pier.

After the Western Xia forces in Bianjing were eliminated last time, Wu En spent another half a year slowly infiltrating a group of people.During this month, Liu Xiyin was hidden in the house without anyone noticing, and a dark room was built, and Ye Zhao and the others couldn't find it no matter how hard they searched.

When Ye Zhao relaxed his vigilance, he took Liu Xiyin out.

The orange glow is shining in the city of Bianjing, and some shops that close early have begun to put down the bamboo curtains in front of the shop, and men and women walking by from time to time with their children, their faces are tired of going home.

It's been a long time since Liu Xiyin walked on the street openly, but at this moment she has no time to appreciate the street view, and she worked hard to hide for a month just for today.

As long as you leave Bianzhou, you will be out of Ye Zhao's control.

Ah Qing, I haven't seen you in over a year, are you fat or thin?Did you practice martial arts well?

Put away distracting thoughts and stuff the gloves into the package.Liu Xiyin took a deep breath, trying to slow down the beating speed of her heart.She packed her bags, got off the carriage, and walked to the pier.

A flash of lightning pierced the sky, several thunderclaps exploded, and a violent storm kicked off.

Liu Xiyin opened the umbrella, the rain made her feel a little depressed, and the sound of thunder always made her tremble. She has survived many thunderstorm nights this year, and she is not afraid of this day.As long as I can see Ah Qing again, these are nothing.

Western Xia, the royal palace.

When the rainstorm fell, Wu En practiced sword skills in the school grounds. After returning, he practiced martial arts and kept fit. No matter it was windy or rainy, he never missed a single day.

Only by surviving can she destroy Song and take Liu Xiyin back.

The rain soaked/drenched all her clothes, and the clothes stuck to her body, and she began to hinder her swinging the knife, but her neat movements did not have a trace of stagnation.

The rain clouds covered the moonlight, and several lightning bolts intersected in the dim sky and the earth. Among the flashes of white light, was Wu En's flickering figure.

Wu En raised the knife, under the light of lightning, on the smooth surface of the long knife, Wu En saw his own eyes.

These eyes are very familiar, she has seen them with her father, with Yinuo, even when Ye Zhao wanted to kill her.

"Tell me, what's the matter." When Qimuge walked not far away, Wu En found her.

Qimuge knelt down on one knee.

"Wang, Bianjing failed."

Wu En still focused on the knife.

"Understood, let's go down."

"Yes."

The long knife is held in front of him.

Looking at himself reflected on the knife, Wu En suddenly smiled.

"Since they won't let you go."

With a twist of the wrist, the knife was sheathed.

"Then we can only wait for the king to pick it up in person."