Single Man Guarding a Lonely City, Invincible in the World

The city of Qiuci is full of yellow sand.

At the foot of the mountain are densely packed tombstones, and the rickety old woman poured a pot of wine on the surface of the monument with a smile.

Don't hear the cry.

Only laugh.

She has been doing the same thing for 60 years, and her tears have long since dried up.

In a simple earthen house, a dozen women with sunken cheeks carried out five gray-haired corpses.

Inside the house, even the long haired man with white temples was dying.

The armor was stained with blood, the chest was pierced by arrows, and the breath was like a gossamer.

"Chang'an, Chang'an, you are the only one left." He held the young man's arm tightly.

"Grandpa Qin."

The youth's facial features are delicate, the skin is bronze, and the star eyes that have always been sharp are empty at this moment.

"Remember!" Qin Shi's long lips trembled, and he said decisively:

"Geng Geng's loyal soul's heart is as bright as a dan, even though it has been through thousands of eons."

"Cough cough..." He vomited blood, covering his chest and coughing up blood.

"Although the splendid and prosperous Tang Dynasty has passed away, the spirit of my Chinese nation is forever, immortal and immortal."

"It will be able to restore the old things, revive... revive the glory!"

The old man used all his strength, his eyes were wide open, and he almost shouted these words.

Tears welled up in his eyes, tears streaming down his wrinkled face.

Sixty years ago, he was still a smug young man who left the Central Plains and came to the Western Regions.

This is a lifetime away from home.

After the An-Shi Rebellion, the Tang Dynasty was devastated, the Central Plains could no longer control the Western Regions, and even the Hexi Corridor, the main throat, was occupied by the barbarians.

The Anxi Army was completely isolated, and in the vast Western Regions, there was only a single dilapidated city.

Unable to communicate with the outside world, let alone who the emperor is, there is only one reason to support their will to fight.

The territory under my feet belongs to the Tang Dynasty, I would rather die than lose it!

"The white-haired army in the whole city will not lose the Mo Dao in death. It has resisted alone for 60 years, and dare not forget the Tang Dynasty."

"I'm not ashamed of my country's kindness, I'm not ashamed of my nation, I'm just sorry for Xiaoyun."

Qin Shi murmured in a low voice, his breath gradually wilting, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

In his blurred vision, he saw another beautiful girl standing under the locust tree and looking into the distance.

"Husband, what are you doing here?"

"Defend against the enemy!"

"When are you coming back?"

"Next year, or the year after."

"Can't you come back?"

"You remarry!"

"Husband, I'll wait for you, as long as you can."

The door of the house was pushed open, and several women turned numb as they burned Qin Shichang's body.

Gu Changan stood silently in the corner.

Anxi Army, he is the only one left.

...

There were thousands of disabled women and children standing beside the tomb, none of them young and strong.

Some dark children have resolute faces, and when they grow to the height of their spears, they will also stand on the front of the city to meet the enemy.

"Only Chang'an remains."

The old woman was exhausted and her voice was hoarse, her turbid eyes looked at the flag of the Tang Dynasty fluttering in the distance.

Sixty years have not fallen, they tried their best!

Really tried my best!

Sadly, the Central Plains thought that all the Western Regions had fallen, and never sent a single messenger.

Yes, who would stick to the lonely city for 60 years?

Growing food and coining coins to maintain circulation, without getting any reward, accomplished such an impossible feat entirely with the blood of the country.

Until now, there is only one Anxi army left.

The brave Gu Changan who went to the battlefield at the age of ten, the child who was born in Qiuci City and grew up in the bloody war.

Qiuci City has been standing for 60 years, what's the point?

"Chang'an, come down; Chang'an, come down." The old woman repeated.

The women present burst into tears.

Come down!

He was only twenty years old, he was still young, and he could no longer die on the city walls.

What's the point of continuing to persevere?

They have been forgotten by the Central Plains, no one knows what they have done, and no one will applaud them.

Gu Changan walked out, his expression was as calm as ever:

"Don't drop!"

The old woman stared at him and scolded:

"As the widow of Guo Xin, the capital of Anxi, I order you to leave Qiuci City."

Guo Xin, Guo Ziyi's nephew, was also the protector of the Anxi army, and was killed in the city wall thirty years ago.

"For sixty years, no one in the Anxi army surrendered and no one was captured. Grandma, do you think I want to set a precedent, do I want to be this coward?"

Gu Changan looked directly at her, and he made a sound.

"You are different. You are brave and invincible. The barbarian countries have repeatedly persuaded you to surrender, promising you the position of general, and the tribes in the Western Regions have also made you surrender."

"It doesn't make sense for you to sacrifice, Datang, Datang, where is the mother of the Tang? Is it dead? Who the hell knows."

"Do your best, and God will not blame anyone."

In the crowd, the white-haired old man with his arms cut off hissed and roared.

This child grew up eating a hundred family meals, and his name is Yewang of the entire Qiuci City.

Chang'an.

Chang'an.

Look up to see the sun, but see Chang'an.

"This city has been standing for 60 years, so why not stick to it for a lifetime? As long as I am here, this Tang flag will not fall."

The young man was like a pine and cypress. After speaking, he left silently, heading towards the city wall as usual.

The mottled and dilapidated city walls are full of bloodstains, and the Tang Dynasty flag flutters in the wind.

Gu Changan took off his armor and stood alone in the watchtower, letting the wind and sand pierce his cheek.

Once he passed through the city of Qiuci, his father died in battle, and his mother fell ill from overwork. He died when he was three years old.

He grew up eating food from hundreds of families and stepped into the city tower at the age of ten. It has been ten years since then.

It seems that every traveler has a golden finger, and he is no exception.

[Kill the enemy to become stronger].

In the past ten years, his personal martial arts have reached the realm of transformation, and he doesn't even know what level he is in, but what can he do?

The white-headed comrades around him died in battle one by one, and he also died slowly while guarding the lonely city.

In this lifetime, can you take a look at the imperial capital Chang'an?

"I'm the only one left." Gu Changan laughed at himself, "Will history books remember me? Will future generations praise me?"

After a long silence, he asked gently to the setting sun and evening wind:

"Is Tang Dynasty still there?"

Yes, he is familiar with history books, and guesses that it is probably Tang Dezong or Tang Suzong who is in power, in short, they are puppets supported by eunuchs.

But what if history has changed?

"The nine heavens close the palace, and all nations wear their crowns and pay their respects."

"Your magnificence will be admired by the world in a thousand years, and your downfall will make the descendants of China sigh with embarrassment. Datang, Datang, there are idiots who are still sticking to you."

Gu Changan's eyes were in a trance, quietly like a sculpture.

In his previous life, he had also seen the deeds of Anxi's white-headed army defending the lonely city alone. Every time he burst into tears, he was proud of the character of the Han family.

But when he became one of them, he knew how desperate he was!

Boundless despair!

Tang lost the Western Regions for thousands of years, and goodbye is already Kang Qian.

It was not until a thousand years later that the Western Regions returned to the embrace of the Central Plains!

There can be no reinforcements in the current Qiuci City, and the trade routes have been cut off by the barbarian countries.

A tired and desperate soldier.

A single soldier with no applause.

Gu Changan could see the end of himself. He was exhausted from killing the enemy again and again. His fists were invincible to ten thousand hands, and he finally died of exhaustion.

In fact, he is not afraid of death.

But he didn't want to live up to 20,000 Anxi undead for 60 years!

He just wanted to let Chang'an know, he wanted the whole Central Plains to know.

Anxi did not retreat!

In the Western Regions, there is also a piece of land under the jurisdiction of the Tang Dynasty!

This blood-stained land has not changed hands for 60 years, and the Anxi Army has not lost its territory!

Not a single one of them surrendered, not a single one was captured!

"That's my mission, and that's what my life is all about."

"People are in the city, and they will never retreat."

Gu Changan took off his helmet and walked down to the watchtower in a disheveled manner, checking the defensive equipment in various places on the city wall.

For 60 years, the Anxi Army has built a solid city wall defense, which is one of the reasons why it can hold on for 60 years.

"Qin Shi Mingyue Han Shiguan, Long March people have not returned."

"But let Longcheng Fei be there, and don't teach Huma to go to Yinshan."

Gu Changsheng sang softly, and the song drifted far and far along the wind.

This frontier poem was adapted into an Anxi military song. I remember the year when I was born, thousands of voices on the city wall roared in unison, shocking the sky.

When he joined the army at the age of ten, he could still hear thousands of chorus and melody, and the faint smiles on the faces of the white-headed grandfathers.

At the age of fifteen, there were only 200 people left to sing the song. Everyone held the jug and sang while drinking, and the voice was loud enough.

At the age of 20, he was the only one left to sing, clear and peaceful, with a loud echo.

suddenly.

There was a roar and roar in the distance, and the galloping horses shook the ground violently, rolling up the sand.

Gu Changan's eyes were calm, he wore a helmet and armor, and calmly wiped the bronze long sword.

Born in the desert, he knew that there were about 300 enemy troops about to attack as soon as he heard the movement.

The bright yellow flag gradually appeared, and three hundred cavalry galloped in the desert, spared the long river, and reached the foot of Qiuci City with an unstoppable momentum.

They raised their heads one after another and looked at the condescending Qingjun man with deep fear and admiration in their eyes.

Yes, it is admiration.

In fact, the entire Western Regions have nothing to do with Datang, and even the most relied on Hexi Corridor has been lost. Datang is now a sick tiger on the verge of death.

Not to mention meddling in the Western Regions, how dare anyone from the Central Plains dare to approach Yumen Pass?

This lonely city has stood for sixty years!

At first, the Great Barbarian Empire consumed a lot of troops to attack the city, but was stubbornly resisted.

To this day, the empire slowly doesn't care about this tasteless city, not to mention that the white-headed army inside is already dead, so fewer and fewer troops are dispatched to attack the city.

but.

The capture of this city seems to have become an obsession!

Now, if Gu Changan does not surrender, he will be crushed!

"The surnamed Gu, let's go down or not!"

The blond and blue-eyed general, who was the first, shouted loudly with tongue-in-cheek words.

This time, he is conquering this city of Tang Dynasty, which is isolated in the Western Regions.

But in terms of value, it is clear that the men on the city walls are thousands of times more.

The real Brave Champions and Three Armies can only be described as terrifying in their force.

"Not going back."

Gu Changan repeated the action of wiping the sword.

Two words that are understated, showing his tough attitude.

The barbarians looked at each other in dismay, and their eyes gradually became cruel. In this case, the only option was to capture them alive, and continue to resist and kill!

"Climb to the city!"

The blond leader roared angrily.

In the past, it was possible to use catapults, kerosene, etc., but now that the city wall was alone, Gu Changan would definitely be able to avoid it easily.

For today's plan, only to go to the city.

It is impossible for one person to stop the three hundred riders from ascending to the city.

The knights dismounted in unison, the black spears in their hands were all lowered, and the black raven was like the teeth of death.

"Ho!"

With a low voice, the two city ladders were moved to the city wall, and the barbarian army quickly climbed, with no attacking arrows at all.

That's right, only one person, how to deal with the long dragon?

"Boom!"

"Dong Dong Dong!!!"

The war drum was beating, and Gu Changan held a mallet and beat the giant drum frantically.

No one beat the drum, he beat.

The people in the city stood on the street, quietly staring at the figure at the top of the city in the distance, their straight spines never bent.

After beating the drums to cheer, Gu Changan gently held the bronze hilt, his eyes bright.

Like a butcher hunter waiting for prey.

For a moment, the barbarian army climbed to the top of the city one after another, shouting and killing the river.

Suddenly, he saw a spear, like a meteor chasing the moon, slashing towards Gu Changan's arm.

Clang!

In the splash of sparks, Gu Changan swung his backhand horizontally, as if splitting a spear in two with his palm.

Power down! !

The Huihe soldiers only felt that their internal organs were overturned, and when they glanced sideways, blood was dripping from the support of the hand holding the knife, and the tiger's mouth was cracked.

He was horrified, and when he came back to his senses, a cold light flashed.

The head with constricted pupils rose into the sky and was cut off alive by the long sword.

Gu Changan swept away the enemy army like a gust of wind, and the killing power poured out like a shower.

The minds of many barbarians are blank, all thoughts are in despair, and blood is pouring out of the holes all over their bodies.

"Go away!" Gu Changan's eyes were scarlet, and he started a killing spree in the tower, but no one could hurt him.

Can't even touch the armor.

The blond and blue-eyed leader was very panicked. He boldly came to fight, and he had already prepared his formation, but he still underestimated Gu Changan.

Is this goddamn human?

It's like killing a god reincarnated!

The battle was fierce, and the barbarian army became more and more timid. As long as they defeated this person, they could sit on this city that had not been broken in sixty years.

But the man was like an insurmountable mountain, calmly laying in front of him, telling the Western Regions in a brutal way of slaughter—

He is not dead, and the city is not lost.

"Withdraw!" The leader was terrified. He really didn't dare to gamble with his life. It was better to run away and be punished than to die.

One by one the Huihe soldiers fled to the city ladder like crazy. The leader threw his spear and just touched the bloody city wall, an arrow pierced his head.

Gu Changan stared at him indifferently, and then drew his bow and crossbow to face the fleeing barbarian army.

At dusk, there was blood all over the city, and there were large smears of scarlet blood everywhere, and scattered fragments of severed skulls and stumps. The scene was extremely tragic.

...

Some women piled up the corpses and burned them, and the ashes were scattered on the yellow sand outside the city.

Gu Changan stayed in the watchtower to drink, took off his blood-stained armor, and his long white hair fluttered in the wind.

The night has not yet come, the sky is already high with the bright moon, the cold wind suddenly comes, and the blood mist swept the air.

"Zhao Zhao has Tang, and heaven serves all nations!"

Gu Changan roared without warning, his emotions suddenly lost control, and tears wet his cheeks.

He never frowned when he killed three hundred enemy troops, but now he burst into tears.

He is so lonely.

He wanted to tell his comrades that he had killed 300 people with great prowess, as simple as picking grass and cutting flowers, but where are there people around?

He is so desperate!

Killed 300. Next time, if you get another 1000, he can still handle it. How about another 30,000?

Thousands of miles are a lonely city, he has no reinforcements, and behind him stands a thousand old and weak women and children.

"I'm only twenty years old."

Gu Changan couldn't control himself any longer, curled up in the corner, hugged him tightly, his body twitched violently.

He knew the formula of black powder, and he wanted to blow up the enemy, but Qiuci City didn't even have the most basic materials.

Yes, a city that has been closed for 60 years, it is enough to have food security, how can you expect more?

The ancients said that the body of a mortal is comparable to that of a god.

But I am only flesh and blood after all.

How long should this despair last?

I can't die, I have to stick to it, and I want to let the Central Plains know the tragic story of the Anxi Army for 60 years.

Wiping away the tears of loneliness, Gu Changan slowly got up and regained his usual composure.

When the night falls, he stands alone at the head of the city, and the moonlight shines on his shoulders, which is his hometown.