Single Man Guarding a Lonely City, Invincible in the World

The white-headed carpenter with a broken hand and a lame leg walked up to the watchtower with difficulty, staring at Gu Changan who was standing on the tower.

I remember that when Chang'an was four years old, he shouted to wear snow-white clothes, a little doll who was not tall enough for a stool, wearing white clothes all day to show off his power in the city.

Mrs. Guo laughed at him: "You also want to learn from Chen Qingzhi of the Southern Dynasty, and avoid the white robe with thousands of troops?"

Little Chang'an raised his tender cheeks and said, "I will be more brave than him!"

At that time, thousands of old soldiers in the city were amused, and they scolded them and took the nickname of "Bragging Chang'an".

"Comrades, he didn't brag." The carpenter stroked the city wall and stared at the heroic soul of the Anxi Army.

He is a hundred times stronger than Chen Qingzhi!

But he no longer wears a white robe.

Quietly watching the man outside the city, wearing a bright red dress, perhaps Mrs. Zhang's tailoring skills have regressed, the cuffs and waist are very spacious, like wearing a red dress.

"Grandpa Qin." Gu Changan raised his head to say hello.

Qin carpenter squirmed his lips, but he stopped talking.

"I'm not crazy." Gu Changan smiled and explained, "I want to make my body feel more festive."

Carpenter Qin shook his head and walked to his side: "we're not afraid of you being crazy, you shouldn't bear all this."

If we stick to the lonely city for another ten years, the Central Plains nation can attack and defend and change its shape, and Chang'an will definitely rise to the top.

If slaughtering 200,000 barbarians can keep this territory forever, Chang'an will kill more and more vigorously.

But there is no hope!

A person holds a torch in the dark, walks very far, but still can't see his fingers, wants to retreat but can't retreat, wants to lie down but is afraid that the torch will go out, so he can only hold it numbly and continue walking.

What a torture this is.

Carpenter Qin paced over, took his blood sword, and said warmly:

"You are too tired, take a day off and go outside for a walk."

"Barbarians will attack at any time." Gu Changan vetoed.

"If there is no movement for a few months, it will be today? Besides, the barbarian army is pulling out, and there are sounds from hundreds of miles away in the lonely city. You can't fall down when you go to relax!"

Qin carpenter roared.

Gu Changan was silent, his long hair scattered to cover his confused eyes.

"Chang'an, you haven't really left the city." Qin Carpenter raised his head, holding back his tears.

How sad this sentence is, except for going out of the city to kill the enemy, this heroic and unparalleled man has never left Qiuci City in his life.

"Just today, live for yourself." Qin carpenter patted his shoulder heavily and said seriously:

"You are the leader of the team, old man, I am the centurion, this is the order of the superior!"

Gu Changan hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "Grandpa Qin, sound the horn immediately if there are signs of the enemy."

"Go." Qin carpenter pushed him.

"Or beat the drums. I won't go far. If there are barbarians, you must first let the relatives in the city hide in the burrows. Remember to check the city gate."

Gu Changan babbled.

"Mother, the old man is crippled, so he's not stupid." Qin carpenter kicked over with a gesture.

Perhaps it was the confused consciousness that needed to be rescued, or perhaps Gu Changan also wanted to be selfish once and live for himself once.

He left the watchtower, led a horse, turned back in three steps, and rode the horse into the rolling yellow sand.

Staring at Chang'an's back, Qin Carpenter couldn't help but burst into tears. The young man was supposed to be so unrestrained, but a city imprisoned all the young man's dreams.

...

"happy!"

In the boundless desert, the red figure galloped like an arrow drawn from a bow, and Gu Changan showed a long-lost smile on his face.

The free and sloppy wind, the sunset is especially gentle, in his opinion, it is extraordinarily romantic, running tirelessly, as if taking the world into his arms.

Tour the scenery all the way, in the evening.

Gu Changan came to an empty town. Due to decades of abandonment, the house collapsed and was buried by yellow sand.

At the entrance of the town, there is a towering temple with several steles erected, and a statue of a warrior in the Central Plains. Gu Changan was attracted by him.

Lines of small characters are engraved on the stele.

[Today, I entrust thousands of miles to seal the borders, all of them are kings and soils, and I hope that thousands of family officials and concubines are all blessed by the heaven and khan. 】

The statue is Hou Junji, one of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion.

Gu Changan can imagine the scene two hundred years ago——

The king of a certain country in the Western Regions wagged his tail and begged for pity, flatteringly cast a table of descent, and ordered a bronze statue of General Hou to be carved.

In the past, when the Shenzhou army was prosperous, all nations surrendered.

Now the grief of collapse, barbarians can be bullied.

Gu Changan stood there for a long time, then looked at another stele, probably left by a certain soldier before he died.

[My generation was born in the Tang Dynasty, and was blessed by the peaceful and prosperous times of the Celestial Dynasty. When I was young, there was no military disaster, and I did not experience famine. I was called by the Son of Heaven to guard the border for the Celestial Dynasty.

[Although the world is big, behind me is Chang'an, so why fear the barbarians]

Gu Changan's fingertips poured out his inner energy, and he bent down to carve words under the tablet.

"Today's Divine Continent is unfortunate. The barbarians are arrogant and arrogant under the care of heaven, and their comrades died heroically. I instructed me, Gu Changan, to stick to the territory."

"The desert of thousands of miles is lonely and alone."

"Although I haven't gone to Chang'an to be rewarded by a saint, I haven't seen the prosperous Central Plains, I haven't experienced the majesty of the country, and I haven't accepted the honor of warriors."

"But I won't take a step back. Before I die here, barbarians will never step into the territory of China!"

Gu Changan left.

He hoped that the Han people in later generations would find this tablet, knowing that a long, long time ago, a fool named Gu Changan insisted on it.

...

The mountain moon is the pillow, and the thin dew is the quilt.

In the cold desert at night, at the foot of the bare mountain, Gu Changan rested his arms and looked up at the stars.

He had never had this kind of relaxed mood before, his soul broke free and was free.

"Wow!"

A young eagle on the top of the mountain was dropped by the mother eagle and struggled in the air.

"Learn to fly." Gu Changan watched the little eagle closely.

The young eagle wailed and fell, and the mother eagle hovered indifferently in the air.

The desperate young eagle neighed, seeing that he was about to fall to his death, and fluttering his wings in mid-air in a hurry, his movements were rigid and obscure, but with his innate flying talent, he soared in the sky for the first time.

Two eagles, one big and one small, flew together and slowly disappeared from Gu Changan's sight.

"Before death, there is still hope for everything." He muttered to himself.

Suddenly.

The wind blows.

Torrential downpour.

Birds migrated in a radius of hundreds of miles, a terrifying wind howled with fist-sized raindrops falling for no reason, the red robe stood alone under the night sky, and waves of air swept in, like a curtain of wind and rain covering only one person.

Short-term freedom can often touch the shackles of the soul, and the comfort in the numbness resonates with the power of heaven and earth.

Break through!

The superficial knowledge of the old world made Gu Changan ignorant, and it was difficult for him to understand what happened to him.

The only thing that is certain is that he will have stronger strength to fight against the next barbarian siege.

and more insane killings.

...

The Gobi Desert is densely populated.

Iron-clad warriors set up checkpoints, swordsmen with high martial skills patrolled back and forth, and caravans with "grain" flags were subject to strict inspections.

"Do you have to go?"

The blond general in black armor with a halberd stared indifferently at the fat and frightened proprietress.

The latter said in a trembling voice: "My family's royal businessman in the holy city has complete identity documents."

"I asked if you must go?" the general roared.

The proprietress's attitude was submissive, but her firm eyes showed her attitude.

On the bright side, it was food, but it was actually selling jewelry, spice and pearls. Moreover, they were all booked by the holy city dignitaries, and they were not delivered to the end.

The general frowned deeply. He knew very well what kind of business. The records about the fat woman were very clean, and there had been no trouble in the 20 years of business.

"You can live, the rest must go back." He sneered.

The proprietress twitched, "Don't you think it's funny how I do things by myself?"

Snapped! !

The blond military general directly waved his palm the size of a palm fan, and threw the woman three feet away.

"Is it funny?" His eyes shot with murderous intent.

The proprietress curled up on the beach and cried, the caravan man was silent, Liu Shang's face was tense, and the pain of his fingers embedded in his palm kept him calm.

Five thousand miles away!

With huge bribes and negligence at checkpoints, the caravan has successfully traveled 5,000 miles.

"God bless, God bless..." He prayed frantically in his heart.

"Okay." Hook-nosed dressed in fancy clothes walked over to the general and whispered a few times.

The general nodded.

"I want an explanation!" The proprietress rolled on the ground. She had never experienced such a cruel and dangerous rule.

She also knows a lot of powerful people, she is not some kind of cat or dog!

"Sanction Zun is guarding the territory of seven thousand miles, when do you need to explain to a little guy like you?"

The general looked down at her from a height, and then said coldly:

"Except you, cut your tongue!"

Hundreds of guys were pale, as if struck by lightning.

Liu Shang was dizzy, and his heart was as hard as stone in an instant, still as still as water.

"No, you want the Holy City..." The proprietress said halfway, and the general stepped like a meteor, kicking her a few feet away.

"If you want to pass, just do it!!" The general shouted fiercely.

The rumbling sounded suddenly, and the fierce pawns rushed into the caravan without any reason, and knocked the men down on the beach.

"Goodness!"

It was useless to beg for mercy, the tongue that had turned purple due to clenching his teeth was cruelly cut off, and the blood quickly mixed with the river.

Wails and shrill roars came one after another, and soon it was dead silent.

Before Liu Shang fainted, his lips trembled as he stared at the execution barbarians.

With a deft turn of the dagger, the soft tongue was spun down.

As if he had stabbed his heart, the severe pain made his entire mouth lose its sense of pain, and blood gushed out like a spring.

The things in front of Liu Shang began to blur slowly. Seeing his tongue being kicked into the river by the barbarians, he closed his eyes and smiled softly.

The barbarians are scared!

Hahahaha, barbarians are afraid of the man in Gucheng!

The barbarians are afraid of the great national beliefs and the Chinese spirit that stands tenaciously in the dark! !

It is because they are afraid that they will be ruthless!

My tongue is valuable, it allows me to safely pass through the most severe barrier in the territory of 7,000 miles, and it brings me one step closer to Yumen Pass.

The dawn of the dawn is just ahead. Without the tongue, you can still write by hand. The lonely city of sixty years will never be forgotten.

I will definitely go to Chang'an! !

...

The Adjudicator's Mansion.

The atmosphere was as rigid as iron.

Yue Jiuling's silver silk was meticulously combed, and she covered up the wrinkles on her face with light powder, and she returned to her former high-spiritedness.

"Grandmother, the three great masters are here." Yueya forcibly suppressed her excitement, but her voice couldn't help but cheer.

The time has come!

That Han slave is a nightmare, a haze shrouded in the family's head, and that lonely city is the most humiliating mark of the empire.

Everything is ready, finally can be completely buried!

"Tomorrow swears to go to war!" Yue Jiuling said coldly.

"How many soldiers and horses?" Yueya asked.

Yue Jiuling's brown eyes were full of hatred, and she said word by word:

"twelve thousand!!"

Yueya's expression froze, and she lost her composure almost instantly.

The old woman, known as the witch of the empire, slowly clenched her fists and swung it out again.

"It's all done in one battle!!"

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