The Destruction of Western Xia!
Wang Yue had experienced many worlds and possessed an abundance of battle experience. Of course, he wasn't just sitting around waiting. On one hand, he was waiting for reinforcements; on the other, he was waiting for a strong wind.
Wang Yue had chosen this time to attack because a northwesterly wind could spring up at any moment. Once it did, if he attacked eastward, the Western Xia soldiers would be the ones in trouble.
So he wouldn't commit to a decisive battle until the wind picked up. The casualties would be far too high otherwise.
Since he was dealing with ordinary people, he didn't want to bully them too much. It was better to rely on tactics.
Thus, when Li Yuanhao mustered the entire army at Xingqing Prefecture for a decisive battle, Wang Yue learned of it in advance and deliberately retreated a hundred li.
He retreated so far to get farther from the Helan Mountains, where the wind would be stronger, while also leaving enough room for the battlefield.
Li Yuanhao had no idea. After hearing the reasoning of his military advisor, Zhang Yuan, he decided that if they couldn't quickly defeat this Northern Liang army, Western Xia would surely be finished.
So Li Yuanhao mobilized thoroughly this time. He recruited nearly every able-bodied Tangut man, assembling a full sixty thousand troops—about as many as Wang Yue's army.
Once an army numbered more than ten thousand, it already seemed endless. With fifty or sixty thousand men on each side facing off, you could barely see where they ended.
The wind had originally been blowing from the north. Northern Liang and Western Xia faced each other from east and west, and neither side had an advantage.
When Zhao Jian saw that Li Yuanhao's army had