y."Zong Bai's eyes welled up. Looking at his older brother and sister-in-law's resolute expressions, he nodded heavily."Thank you, big brother. Thank you, sister-in-law.""Okay, let's split up and ask...Chapter 1219: Even on the Day of Doom, Death Still Comes

To catch a thief, first capture the king. The Xixia army outnumbered them by several times, and Zongyu couldn't possibly allow A Sheng to dig pits everywhere. Once someone fell into the trap, the others would surely raise their guard soon after. No matter how many traps they dug, it wouldn't be very effective.

Traps are certainly a useful tactic, but they only work on a limited number of people.

When the Western Xia general heard that Zongyu had escaped from their encirclement, he was still shaken to his core.

This man is truly terrifying. The worst part is that he's the enemy commander. If Zong Yu were a Xia person, things would be so much better. He wouldn't have to fight such a formidable opponent.

With several times the manpower, he had spent over half a year without taking down his opponent. His face was already completely lost.

The Western Xia general had always known that people whispered about his mediocrity behind his back. Sometimes he really wanted to catch those who spoke ill of him and yell in their faces.

"Go ahead and try it then!"

Anyone who thinks they can handle Zong Yu's reputation, come on out. He can immediately give up the position of Generalissimo. The capable should take over.

But he knew he couldn't do that, for his accusation was bestowed by His Majesty, and military orders were absolute. Even if he knew the other party was a tough nut to crack, he had to face the challenge head-on.

"General, be careful!"

The Western Xia general was originally riding his horse to the battlefield at a good pace, but who would have thought that when the horse ran to the middle of the road, the ground suddenly collapsed!

Who is going to tell him what's going on

When the general fell into the pit, he was dumbfounded. Then came the sound of fighting from above. The pit was too deep, and the general failed several times to use his strength to climb up.

The fighting sounds only lasted for a while before stopping. The General felt strange, wondering why the fight would end so quickly. Neither side should have had such low combat strength, he thought.

The next second, he knew the answer. Zongyu's face appeared above the pit, holding a bow and arrow, its sharp tip pointed at him.

"If you want your general to be beheaded right now, then keep fighting!"

Those generals, having lost their commander, immediately didn't know what to do. If the generalissimo died, would their war with Da Xi continue

Even if the imperial court were to send new people, they wouldn't dare disregard the Grand General's life. They would be accused of intentionally causing the death of their commander upon returning.

Therefore, everyone stood rooted to the spot, afraid to move. Thus, Zong Yu, with a few hundred men, once again triumphed over thousands. Not only did he win this battle, but he also captured the opposing army's supreme commander.

When he pressed the local general back to camp, Da Xi's generals were ecstatic and ran over to lift Zong Yu high in their arms.

All the people were shouting, “Mighty General! Mighty Martial Duke!”

The Western Xia general was astonished by the scene before him. He had never seen a commander with such high prestige within the army; this reputation was too extraordinary.

It is said that he came from the countryside, and in his earlier years, the Umeng General clashed with him and suffered a heavy loss.

Therefore, you should never underestimate any opponent that appears on the battlefield, unless you think you know everything about them.

This time, he didn't even know what step he had taken wrong.

How could there be a big hole in the middle of the road he was passing through for no reason That's where their Western Xia army patrolled every day.

How did Zongyu manage to avoid the patrolling soldiers and quietly dig a pit there

He had too many things he couldn't figure out. Losing a battle wasn't really scary, what was frightening was that he didn't even know how he lost, nor did he understand what kind of strategies the enemy used. That was truly disheartening.

The Great General of Xixia was imprisoned, but Zongyu still gave him some face. Instead of imprisoning him with the other Xixia prisoners of war, he was kept alone in a tent, his hands and feet chained with iron shackles to ensure he could not escape. Then those who escorted him left.

There should have been guards at the door, but he was a general of the enemy nation. To only send two men to guard the door is clearly underestimating him. Besides, how could these chains possibly hold him

The general still has some confidence. If no one keeps an eye on him, he'll be able to break these chains and escape in three days.

But Zongyu didn't give him three days. On the first day, he didn't show up or come to see him.

The Great General was still pleased that Zong Yu hadn't come to question him yet. Finally, he couldn't remember if there was such a person as him.

It seems Zongyu's memory isn't that bad.

He didn't come the past two days only because there were too many things to arrange after the war, and he couldn't get away.

His wife had sent a batch of weapons through Ah Sheng that were truly exquisite and sharp. The armor worn by the Western Xia soldiers was so tough that ordinary swords and blades could only pierce one layer at most. To wound their vital points, one would need to continuously find opportunities to strike the same spot repeatedly.

On the battlefield, amidst the chaos, who would give someone the opportunity to continuously strike at their vulnerable points

So even if they hit the enemy, they couldn't kill them. To kill an enemy, they would have to cut off their opponent's head in one go, but that was also very difficult.

Even with honor on their side, they couldn't always guarantee a kill in one strike. In the end, it all came down to the weapons in their hands being simply too dull.

Before today, the soldiers had never considered that their inability to defeat the enemy could stem from a problem with their weapons.

But when Ah Sheng demonstrated the sharpness of this batch of weapons before them, all the soldiers' eyes boiled over with excitement.

Like a lecher seeing a stunning beauty, they were so excited they wanted to rush forward and grab her. Luckily, they remembered the General was watching them.

"Good knife."

Asheng smiled shyly.

Thanks to Madam Fang's continuous sharing of blacksmithing secrets, our villagers initially couldn't forge anything and could only fumble around, wasting a lot of materials.

"Luckily the iron ingot can be melted again, it's just a waste of time."

Later, Lady Fang also sent us a reliable blacksmith. This batch of weapons is just the beginning; in a few months, another batch will be sent.

"If you need grain and provisions," Madam Fang said, "we can also transport them together through the tunnel."

Upon hearing this, Zong Yu was overjoyed. He felt that this battle would be temporarily over soon.

When the time comes, he will go to Xixia to find Jinxiu.

Although Fang Jinxiu took care of the reputation of the Xixia while she was there, sending them weapons and aid in a timely manner, making it seem like she had everything under control, in reality, she was extremely troubled.

The Western Xia royal family had long since issued an obituary for Ah Sheng's death and announced it to the world. Now, even if Ah Sheng was alive and returned to the capital, the royal family would not easily retract their statement and admit they were wrong for the sake of a minor prince who was largely unknown.

Therefore, after arriving at the Xixia capital, Fang Jinshi did not let Asheng contact people in the royal family. She wanted to disrupt Xixia's internal affairs, and restoring Asheng's status as a prince was crucial.

But simply restoring his identity is not enough; he must also have sufficient leverage to enter the Xixia court alongside his restored status, otherwise, even if his identity is recovered, it would be meaningless.

How can we get enough chips to make the Western Xia royal family excited

To be precise, it was the things that moved the Xixia King's heart, and coincidentally, these very things were present on the body of this East-West embroidered piece.

That was the Lingquan Xiaoyao Pill she had originally given Fu Ming. It could help regulate one's body and restore some of their youthful feeling, but it certainly wouldn't make them immortal.

But indeed, it can allow the elderly who were not in good health to improve their spirits day by day, and even turn white hair black.

Long-term use can definitely add a few years to your life, but you'll still die when your time comes.

But even so, the effect is sufficient.

Now the difficulty is, how can she make the Western Xia King see the pill of freedom in her hand and believe in its effectsu only then realized that he had been played."This widow never intended to be with me from the start! She deliberately wanted to harm me!""Mother, you must avenge your son. That wicked widow dared to...