The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the sound of horns echoed across the wilderness.

The entire First Army of the Divine Martial Army began their charge. They breathed carefully, conserving their strength, and exhaled white breath.

The blood flowing down from the city walls had long since congealed, but occasionally, the last skin of a human head would be torn off and fall down.

When the main force charged in, the vanguard battalion had already cleaved a gap several hundred meters long in the Xia army's solid defenses.

Blood, like thick dye, spurted from people's mouths, noses, and eyes. People's bodies were twisted and deformed in the brutal collision, and their bones were crushed and squeezed.

Although axes and hammers cannot directly chop or pound on a person's flesh, they can deform the armor along with it, thus squeezing the person's flesh and blood.

People encased in heavy iron armor can only live a little longer at most before being crushed alive.

All around me were the sounds of bones cracking and breaking, a sound that sent chills down my spine.

As more and more corpses lay on the ground, those behind had to step over the bodies of their comrades to get ahead.

The shield in Luo Xicheng's hand had been deformed by the cleavage, and the bones in his left hand had been shattered. Excruciating pain was tormenting him, and his whole body was tense, like a solid piece of steel.

The veins on his forehead were bulging, and his eyes had turned completely red.

The reaction force of the axe had cracked the web between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand.

Because the temperature was so low, the blood had congealed on the skin and flesh of his hands and on the handle of the axe.

He himself didn't know how many blows he had made, nor how many people he had killed.

He could no longer hear any sound.

Song soldiers kept approaching him, shielding their leader from enemy attacks.

Some of the armor was already deformed from the blows, and some had one leg cut off, fell to the ground, and were still swinging their hammers.

Others gripped their shields tightly with both hands, standing at the very front, their shields already dented in many places, their hands cracked, clinging to their last shred of willpower.

Luo Xicheng swung his axe one last time, the blade striking Xia Jun's head with a clang. The axe shattered Xia Jun's helmet, and then another Xia Jun severed Luo Xicheng's wrist with a single blow, his hand and axe falling to the ground together.

Before he could even think, another Xia Jun used his curved blade to hook his legs, pulled hard, and severed both his feet cleanly. His body swayed and he fell to the ground.

All his comrades who had fought alongside him had perished in battle.

He was an officer, and when he was severely wounded, Xia Jun rushed towards him like a madman, all wanting to take his head.

The First Army's Third Command Battalion was completely annihilated!

But the war became increasingly brutal, with the Second and Third Overseers now fully engaged.

Soon, the entire First Army rushed in.

Upon entering the city, they immediately split into two groups and rushed towards other streets.

The Xia army's front line had been pushed several hundred meters away by the First Capital Army and the Second Governor, completely beyond the range of the archers.

Therefore, the main force entering the city was able to be successfully divided and each headed towards their respective target streets.

From the air, the Song army's ranks were moving quickly and neatly to both sides, then each entered its own street and advanced into the city from different streets.

According to the emperor's decree, the mission of this operation was to drive all the Xia army out of Qingzhou City, and to kill any who resisted.

That's all!

Therefore, when Yue Fei devised his siege tactics, he adopted a pioneering and reclamation-style approach.

What is meant by "pioneering" warfare?

Just like using an iron plow to cultivate wasteland, place the iron plow in the wasteland and push it hard to turn over the soil.

Each command battalion of the Song army was equivalent to an iron plow, distributed to every street in Qingzhou City.

The five command battalions of the First Army were all inserted straight into Gyeongju City.

The Second Army launched a rapid assault and entered Gyeongju City.

Zhao Huan didn't know how long he had been pounding, until he was covered in sweat before he stopped.

As night fell, the dark clouds on the horizon slowly dispersed, revealing the pure white moon.

The fighting within the city continued, but the Song army's battle line had been forcibly pushed to the center of the city.

Yue Fei's Divine Martial Army, totaling 50,000 men on both the left and right wings, had all stormed into the city.

At midnight, with the city's defenses already paralyzed, the Imperial Guards who had been waiting at the East Gate also entered the city under Han Shizhong's orders.

Unlike the Divine Martial Army, which transformed themselves into a torrent of steel, pushing forward relentlessly until flesh was twisted, bones burst, and meat was scattered everywhere.

The Imperial Guards, known as a fierce and powerful army, split into countless hundred-man formations as soon as they entered the city, scattering wildly towards the small wolf packs and then viciously assassinating the Xia soldiers.

These are two completely different combat styles, merged within one city.

That night, the ice on the city streets melted, melted from being soaked in human blood.

The Xia army suffered heavy losses, and the Song army also fought an exceptionally fierce battle.

Both the Divine Martial Army and the Former Protectorate Army suffered their greatest blows since their establishment.

In the latter half of the night, flames shot into the sky from within the city.

Xia soldiers began setting fire to houses in the chaos, hindering the Song army's advance.

Richard frowned deeply, his anxiety and anger fermenting and swelling within him.

Why do people experience anxiety?

Because it's out of control.

The battle situation is now completely out of control, something Richard never dreamed of.

He was not defeated, but the Song army suffered heavy losses.

However, it still exceeded his expectations.

The State of Song was richer than the entire world; the population of any single region it occupied was greater than that of the State of Xia.

The loss of 50,000 men was insignificant to the State of Song, but it was like scraping flesh from the bone for the State of Xia.

Richard knew very well that the military strategy of the Great Xia Dynasty always had only one purpose: to extort the Song Dynasty!

Instead of fighting to the death with the Song Dynasty, the Tanguts were confident that the Song emperor and his ministers were afraid of trouble.

Therefore, most of the time, the Tangut military strategy was very effective.

But this time, it completely failed!

The current emperor of the Song Dynasty has not inherited the "fine traditions" of his ancestors at all. Not only has he not inherited them, but he also seems to be more like a war fanatic!

Richard's most elite Iron Falcons had already assembled on an open space in the north of the city.

The Iron Falcons were the strongest fighting force of the Tanguts, a type of heavily armored cavalry.

It's like an infantryman riding a horse fully covered in armor, with the rider and horse connected by iron hooks. Even if the rider is killed on top, he won't fall off, and the horse will continue to charge.

Richard was very reluctant to use the Iron Falcon here.

Cavalry belong to the vast grasslands and are not suitable for fighting in cities, but now he has been forced to use the Iron Falcons.

He couldn't just retreat like that; if he went back, he would surely die.