More than 23,000 cavalry gathered from all over the plains. These burly men usually grazed, but once they picked up their swords, they immediately became fearless warriors.

The flags started to fight, and warriors of all races had been on standby for a long time. Chen Ao beat the horse, led Gui Zhihuan and a group of lieutenants to patrol the various battalions.

In the early morning of the fourth day, the food and fodder were ready and transported out first. The imperial edict also issued to various prefectures to prepare the reward materials along the way.

In the wet air, the morning breeze was blowing, and on a flat grassland in the middle of Hengshan Mountain, Chen Ao Pegasus rode past a team of more than 20,000 people. When these people saw Chen Ao, they were suspicious, indifferent, and awe.

Chen Ao's reputation has long been spread. He killed Li Cheng and the villagers have surrendered. Many of these warriors have become impressed.

Chen Ao waved his arms and said, "Send troops!"

"Set off!"

The messenger sent an order, and the horse team began to move along the intersection of the mountain. The team was winding, like a long snake, crossing the plain, and starting to go out from the mountain road. There was only one road that could provide the army with a better walk, and it could accommodate more than a dozen cavalry in parallel. Therefore, this is also the place where Hengshan people defended the most closely. Now the post has been removed, and teams of cavalry crossed the mountain road, flowing endlessly.

Gui Zhihuan rode on the horse with a heroic look. Her beautiful figure was wearing leather armor. The fiery red cloak behind her fluttered in the wind when she was in the Pegasus, which was very eye-catching. Her face was still wearing a ghost face, which gave her a bit of awesome temperament. Chen Ao did not talk too much along the way. The woman turned on the horse and regained her slightly arrogant temperament and indifference. Her riding skills were also superb. A long Xixia sword hung around her waist, which made her feel a little more solemn.

Chen Ao did not have the mood to talk about love at this time, but just urged the army to move quickly. Sometimes he would pay attention to the movements in the north and send scouts to inquire about the news.

Before the army in Yinzhou had withdrawn, when they left the mountain pass, they saw dozens of camps on the plain grassland that were unobstructed. When Chen Ao and his lieutenants appeared from the mountain, dozens of officials of all sizes knelt on their horses to greet them in fear, and they said one after another: "The officials are late to rescue the king. Please forgive your crimes."

Gui Zhihuan, wearing a ghost face, turned his face away, and his beautiful pupils seemed to be enjoying the beautiful scenery of the plump water plants swaying in the wind in the distance. But Chen Ao knew that she was used to seeing her arrogant aura, and she felt a little unyielding in her heart. Chen Ao smiled faintly and sat on the horse and said, "Everyone has nothing to do with you. I am living well now. I have withdrawn the army here, and by the way, I will inform the Khitan and the Song Dynasty, and ask them to remove the army."

The officials felt lucky and said His Highness's wiseness, and they all went to convey Chen Ao's edict.

The army did not stay in Yinzhou for too long. It was very fast all the way north. The prefectures along the way were all supplied with food and grass, so they did not bring much supplies, so it would not drag down the journey. But at this time, news from Qilian Mountain finally came.

The Jurchens broke through several borders and did not greedy for merit and advance rashly. Instead, they sent many cavalry to the pass along the way to disturb the army and stationed the army on the eastern foot of the Qilian Mountains. At the same time, the morale of the Xixia border army was in chaos and repeatedly fought with the Jurchen army, but they were defeated in a row. In addition, many resentful and arrogant generals led their troops to surrender, and the entire border almost lost its role as a barrier.

In dealing with the Jurchens, cities and passes have a great effect. In the wilderness, the confrontation with the Jurchen cavalry is at least in the eyes of various countries, and at least in the eyes of various countries, the Khitan cavalry was once powerful. Although it had declined in this era, its strength should not be underestimated among all countries. However, hundreds of thousands of iron cavalry were defeated by the Jurchens with one blow, and they were killed for hundreds of miles. Later, they were frightened. After that, the Khitans and the Jurchens clashed with each other and dared not fight in the wilderness, and they only dared to hide in the city and hold on.

At present, Xixia is facing a great crisis, that is, the role of border cities has disappeared, several passes have been broken, and the surrender of a large number of border troops has opened its doors in the eyes of the Jurchens.

The only way to stop this torrent is to fight against the Jurchen cavalry head-on in the vast plains in the Qilian Mountains, and there is no possibility of luck.

The people in Beiguan have begun to flee south in large numbers, and even many officials have hung their seals. Panic is spreading to everyone's hearts, and a large number of rumors have made the situation extremely bad. In other prefectures in Xixia, countless problems have also been raised due to the large influx of refugees, and some forces are ready to move. It can be said without hesitation that the upcoming decisive battle has already affected the survival of the entire Xixia.

Xixia is from the Shen family. Shen Ao's bloodline will continue in this kingdom. At this critical moment of survival, if Shen Ao doesn't fight, no one will fight.

The army was staying in the camp overnight, and Shen Ao wiped the Shangfang sword in the tent. This sword had been with him for a year. Perhaps in ten days, perhaps in half a month, or at the latest in March, Shen Ao would take it to make the biggest gambling in his life. He could not bear the failure and would not win, so he would rather live and die with Xixia.

The battle is imminent, and it is inevitable that there is a little nervousness. The red candles in the tent are burning quietly, the lights are swaying, and the tent made of cowhide is blown open by the night wind from time to time, and some night wind is poured into it.

He dunked the silk cloth with water, wrung it away, and then rubbed it gently on Jianren. Under his long eyebrows, his clear eyes were thoughtful. Shen Ao let out a sigh, suddenly threw down his sword, and fell on the couch, familiar close relatives appeared in his mind. He thought quietly, sometimes smiling, sometimes browsing deeply, pillowing his head with his hands, eyes passing through the curtain, and looking at the top of the tent, Shen Ao suddenly laughed. He vaguely remembered that he once liked to see the beams of the house the most, and at that time, he was still a sour death-stealing student, shaking his head all day long, and was idle.

"The days were so happy at that time!" The guy couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, a cough sound came from outside the tent, followed by a crisp sound: "Have your Highness been asleep?"

Shen Ao turned over and sat up, and nodded.

The curtain rolled up, Gui Zhihuan walked in lightly. The two of them didn't communicate much along the way. Gui Zhihuan was still wearing the ghost face and still wearing leather armor when he came in. He said to Shen Ao: "Your Highness, the scout has returned. Fifty miles ahead is Lu Xingqiao, but there are many refugees there, and I'm afraid it will be delayed when tomorrow passes."

Shen Ao was already in trouble when he heard the word "distant". The panic of the Jurchens in Xixia had reached its peak. Now the refugees fleeing south can be seen everywhere, and these refugees brought the panic to places where they passed. Some places far away from the border still had people fled with their families. This emotion could not be stopped, so they could only issue an edict to let the prefectures and prefectures try their best to contain them.

Seeing Chen Ao frowning, Gui Zhihuan took off his mask and sat happily with Chen Ao. He looked at him with his eyes and said slowly: "Are your highness worried again?"

Chen Ao smiled bitterly and said, "It's all the troubles, it's up to this battle."

Gui Zhihuan chuckled and said, "Then are your highness afraid?"

Chen Ao sighed and said, "Of course I am afraid, why not? I am a scholar. How can I not be afraid when I meet a soldier?" He said with confidence, but he felt that he should have a reward if he was afraid. He continued, "But in the eyes of others, I cannot be afraid. I should be calm and laugh, and should be heroic. I pretend to be like this all day long..." Chen Ao covered his face with both hands and rubbed his face, then raised his head and said, "It's so painful."

Gui Zhihuan smiled faintly, as if touching his heart, and pursed his lips and said, "Why am I the same?" She continued, "But I have full confidence in Your Highness. Your Highness is the pride of the emperor and will definitely win."

Chen Ao laughed, "Why do you believe this?"

Gui Zhihuan rarely showed a bit of playful look and said, "Because you are the man I have ever seen the most and hateful."

Chen Ao couldn't help but smile bitterly, like and hate the most? Are these two words very much aligned?

Gui Zhihuan rose up long and picked up the Shangfang sword that Chen Ao had thrown on the table. He carefully put it into the scabbard. Then Yingying squatted down Shen Ao, raised her face, staring at Chen Ao with her eyes like starlight, and raised her jade hand slightly raised Shangfang sword, saying: "After a thousand years, a legend will surely spread in the world: the regent of the Western Xia ruled the world. The point of the King of Sword is like raising a fire to burn grass, overturning the sea and washing everything, no one can resist it. He has the spirit of a mountain, and the broad-prairie cannot accommodate his kindness, and the place covered by the clouds in the sky is not enough to show his martial arts. Your Highness, the battle in Qilian Mountains is just the beginning of your small test of your sharpness. You are ordered by heaven, extremely noble, wise and courageous. Will you be afraid of the robbers and bandits in the desert?"

Chen Ao couldn't help but be moved. Seeing the Shangfang sword raised in front of his chest, he couldn't help but reach out to grab it, pressed the hilt of the sword and pulled the sword out an inch of the sword body, and said with great enthusiasm: "There is another legend that you forgot to say."

Gui Zhihuan smiled faintly, and his starry eyes flashed with relief, saying, "Please tell me."

Chen Ao looked at her, gently stroked her hair, and said, "The King of Xixia will meet the most beautiful female leader here. The female leader has a goose-like face, fat-like skin, and black hair. She has a stern face, but she is afraid that she will be too beautiful when she smiles, and will be charming in the whole country." Chen Ao continued, "The King of Xixia and the female leader fall in love at first sight and will give birth to many children in the future. The eldest daughter is called Chen Zhaodi, the second daughter is called Shen Zaizhao, the third daughter is called Chen Damn, the fourth daughter is called Chen Damn, and the fourth daughter is called Chen Damn, and the fifth daughter is called Chen Damn, and the fifth daughter is called Chen Damn, and the face is filled with tears...."

Gui Zhihuan smiled sweetly, stood up, and said, "Your Highness, let's rest soon. The battle is about to happen, why bother to think about it?" After that, he put on the ghost face and walked out of the tent lightly without waiting for Chen Ao to react.
Chapter completed!