Single Man Guarding a Lonely City, Invincible in the World

The morning of the third day.

In the camp of the Chinese army, the generals who participated in the war gathered together.

Coach Xu Ting's temples were as white as frost, and his face was solemn. He issued an order with passion:

"Today, Xu Ting has been ordered to command a million troops, and he vows to work with you to wipe out the barbarians, build an unworldly deed, and make the land of China clear and clear!"

"Since the great change of heaven, the Central Plains have been repeatedly defeated by barbarians and suffered an unprecedented humiliation in thousands of years of history!"

"How come this is?"

When raising the tent in awe, Xu Ting gasped and his tone gradually calmed down:

"Blindly defending and retreating in the Central Plains, all because we lack the courage to perish together."

"The lonely city is in danger, but it can hold on for sixty-four years without losing an inch of land. Gu Changan slaughtered thousands of troops with one sword and one sword. Courage lies in belief, and belief lies in the common people behind us."

"If you don't want the dead to go extinct, then fight for your life!"

The suppressed fighting spirit of the generals erupted suddenly, raising their tents and shouting:

"Together to the national disaster, the bloody battle to the end!

"

Suddenly, Xu Ting pulled out the golden sheath town army king sword from the handsome eucalyptus, slashed angrily, and the long eucalyptus smashed to the ground:

"Destroy the barbarians!"

...

The sun was rising, and the mist had not yet dissipated, and the Central Plains Great Array to the east of Yumen Pass was dispatched.

A burst of loud and urgent horns resounded for hundreds of miles, and the army of the camp in front broke out of the nest.

The flag fluttered high, and Xu Ting stood on the cloud car observation deck, overlooking the nearly 200,000 soldiers and horses slowly advancing.

He depends on the situation of today's offensive, and it is impossible to gamble on the first battle.

The first wave of temptations involved 100,000 central infantry and 50,000 cavalry on both sides.

In the endless flat wasteland, neither side has any terrain advantages to take advantage of, and the frontal collision depends on the real combat strength of both sides.

therefore,

The results of the first battle are very important. If the battle loss ratio in the Central Plains is too large, the subsequent battles must be won by odd tactics.

But throughout the history of China, 90% of the victors of the war were the positive victories of the stronger side.

Ten thousand to six thousand, you can rely on strategic tricks.

One million vs. 600,000, only head-to-head battles.

In the distance, drums were rumbling loudly, the ground seemed to be shaken, and thousands of flags of the barbarian army had appeared in sight.

Duke Qin of Soochow and the Master of the State of Chu were hanging in the air, behind them were the mighty cultivators, forming a defensive formation, and the front line was lined up with specially made shields of the Mohists.

"Children, we don't sacrifice demons, we don't respect ghosts and gods, we only respect conscience!"

"During the prosperous Tang Dynasty, it was the Central Plains that gave our tribes food, cloth and silk. Let us bid farewell to barbaric life and learn etiquette and shame. It's time for us to repay our gratitude."

"Everything we do today is absolutely glorious!"

Zhe Lansu, who was wearing heavy armor, carried the flag himself, fearing that Erlang would not have the will to fight, so he frantically inspired the army before the war.

At his level, once the Central Plains were defeated, the whole family would be cut into pieces by the barbarian country.

The only way is to fight to the death!

In case of death in battle, his son and granddaughter can still enjoy a title in Chang'an City.

"Transform the heroic soul, Zhenshanhe!"

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

"Kill!

"

Zhe Lansu roared with all his might, and led his subordinate Erlang and the left-wing cavalry to make the first wave.

The two army formations collided like mountains and seas. Ruolong and thunderous thunder shook the wasteland, and if thousands of hectares of angry waves slammed into the universe.

The dense rain of arrows covered the sky, the swords and axes were clamoring for each other, and under the shroud of dust and blood, the battlefield turned into a grinding field of flesh and blood, and the most primitive and bloody fight began!

After a stick of incense, Xu Ting at the Yunche Observatory had a tense face, and his voice was hoarse:

"Support the right wing, the Chinese army will break the enemy!"

"No!" The general's arm holding the command flag was trembling slightly, and he flew off the cloud car.

The savage dog is squirming backwards!

In the first wave of the charge, the coalition forces were victorious, almost overwhelming!

Spicy's heart is full of courage, and he will be on the edge of the blade!

This is the most tenacious will of Chinese civilization!

The sound of killing and the short roar made the battlefield tremble. The barbarian army in the west regrouped in two formations, and the giant Yanpeng birds flew out from the chariots, condensing a huge blood-colored net in the air.

In the coverage area of ​​the giant net, the speed of the elite fighting in the Central Plains has slowed down to the naked eye, and even the cavalry rushing with guns has become sluggish and slow.

"saint!

"As soon as the general roared in filial piety to the sky, he watched as his subordinates were all killed in battle, and the formation that had been rushing back retreated several dozen feet.

The dream of the Xishu battlefield reappears.

Damn web!

The corpses were everywhere, the blood was gurgling, the wounded soldiers were crying miserably, lying in the wasteland and being trampled by horses' hooves, the battlefield was as brutal as boundless purgatory.

The two martial arts saints cast spells in unison, and the sky mesh gradually became the lake, but the offensive and defensive situation did not change.

When night fell, the huge gongs with hundreds of faces also sounded "dignifiedly".

The two armies withdrew their troops and slowly retreated to the edge of the battlefield.

Bloody men with broken arms and stumps were squirming everywhere in the Yumenguan Wasteland, and there was a roar of despair and pain everywhere.

The wounded soldiers held a barbarian head in each of their left and right hands, and their line of sight gradually blurred.

He didn't know whether the battle would be won, and he didn't even know whether the Central Plains would win, but his rough palms still grasped the barbarian dog's head.

"I'll be a father in three months, what a pity..." The soldier closed his eyes with a smile, lost his head before dying, and took out the family letter from his armor and put it on his body.

...

On the golden platform of the barbarian army, everyone walked fast, and the battlefield information fell on the platform like snow.

The barbarian emperor had a gloomy breath, drank the three nobles, and tried his best to suppress the raging fire of anger in his chest.

"C-section and apology!" he cursed.

Six corpses with glaring eyes sat upright and knelt under the stage, lined up in a row, clenching the daggers inserted into their stomachs with both hands.

The judge's face was expressionless. In the first battle, these six people were extremely humiliated, and they had to give an explanation to the Emperor Erlang who died in the battle.

"Take it away!" The purple-haired old monster strode forward and said:

"I roughly counted the battle situation, and an elite of the empire consumed two and a half Han slaves. What does your majesty think?"

The barbarian emperor said nothing.

The Inquisitor was silent. In previous battles, one elite could defeat four Han slaves.

Obviously, this battle loss ratio is very embarrassing!

Before using special weapons, a Han slave even killed two elites of the empire. At that time, the battlefield was about to collapse, and special weapons were used to save the situation.

"In the face of absolute strength, will is useless." The barbarian emperor's voice was low, and he added:

"If the blood of doom is not resolved, it will be a one-sided slaughter now!"

When he thought of Gu Changan's madman, he became mad with hatred, and his heart was cut like a knife.

Single-handedly destroyed the empire's greatest strategy.

"The abyss is very satisfied with this battle." The purple-haired old monster said suddenly.

His Majesty lined up his troops in person, whether it was using special weapons or follow-up additional troops, generally no flaws could be picked out.

The abyss has always adopted a Gu strategy for the imperial throne.

A group of excellent Gu worms killed each other in the bottle, leaving a powerful Gu worm in the end.

Although His Majesty had done all his ugliness before, he was also facing a shocking lunatic, and he was definitely at an excellent level in this battle.

The Barbarian Emperor breathed a sigh of relief and was finally recognized by the harsh old monster. He calmly said:

"We will continue to work hard, the Western Regions Great War will completely wipe out millions of Han slaves!"

...

In the Central Plains Barracks, Xu Ting stood silently in the Yuanmen, and all the generals at the conference table looked solemn.

It's hard to say who won or lost the first battle.

Compared with the previous battle loss ratio, the Central Plains can be said to have tried their best to consume the barbarians.

But the way of heaven is to take care of the country, and the man's body is strong and strong. This innate advantage cannot be made up for by a tenacious will.

What's more, the giant net weapon that reproduced the battlefield of Xishu has yet to be cracked in the Central Plains. The two saints took time to resist, but the battlefield has long been unpredictable, and the giant net must be broken at the first time.

The pale Zhe Lansu outside the barracks, after thinking for a long time, walked in the direction of the Empress' chariot.

Seemingly guessing his intentions, the academy master hesitated for a moment, then followed suit.

"Go to the lonely city to recruit Chang'an, and kill Yama with one sword and one person!"

"May Your Majesty accept the advice!"

Arriving outside the chariot ceremonial tent, Zhelansu knelt down and bowed to the ground, and his voice spread far and far.

The arrow wound on his shoulder didn't have time to deal with, blood soaked the front of his shirt.

"Please Chang'an strengthen my Central Plains!" Zhe Lansu said loudly, with a hint of panic in his eyes.

The battle of the Western Regions is hard to win!

He knows it, coach Xu Ting knows it, and the elite who survived also know it!

At that time, the morale was so high that it was unstoppable. It was the most powerful spiritual will in the Central Plains.

There is a huge gap in strength. He has been loyal to the barbarian country for decades, and he clearly feels that the barbarian army is in good order.

This is how the barbarian country is. If there is no disorder in the order, the combat power will not collapse.

Only by hitting them head-on can they subvert the order and cause panic to the barbarians.

And the lunatic in the hinterland is the perfect candidate.

He really has the ability to kill thousands of armies. Even if he leaves the lonely city and his strength is halved, he can definitely disrupt the rear of the empire.

"Go back!" The Empress walked out slowly in golden armor, her delicate jade cheeks extremely cold.

Pei Jingshu, who was standing behind him, also had a cold face. What is this, let His Majesty bind the chains of national justice to Gu Changan?

"Everything is for victory!" Zhelansu was grief-stricken, he lost five thousand sons.

The Minister of War, Li Deyu, hesitated, moved his lips for a while, and then said in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, according to the scout news earlier, the barbarian army is undefended, and Gu Changan has enough to play..."

"Don't talk!" The Empress cut off his words, her eyes bright.

The surrounding atmosphere was as rigid as iron.

Master Ruan Xian and other martial arts saints looked at each other, but did not stand up in the end.

Too cruel!

If it wasn't for Gu Chang'an to absorb the bad qi alone, at this moment, the millions of heroic divisions would collapse without a fight, and he had already made the greatest contribution in the battle of national fortune.

But now let him attack, the barbarian army is hundreds of thousands, it is tantamount to death.

Do heroes deserve to die?

Liu Shang at the far end was dizzy for a while, and almost stumbled to the ground. He roared like crazy to attract attention, "No... No... No"

God knows how many times he repeated these two words, only to feel a cold sadness in his heart.

He always thought that the meeting must require a grand ceremony. He would wait until the million heroes, he would wait until the victory of the Central Plains, and pick up the heroic soul of Anxi in the most ceremonious way, as well as Chang'an, who guards the family.

It shouldn't be like this!

"Yangyang Huaxia, a million heroes, but hope that one person will break the game, aren't you ashamed?"

"Gu Changan has been so difficult, and I want to stab him in the heart with my own hands!"

The empress couldn't control her emotions, and there was a deep cold in her eyes.

"Zhelansu, what is your intention?" Princess Chu also asked sharply, snapping a hat.

"Could it be that you want to surrender to the barbarians again?"

Zhelan's heart was ashes, she stood up and stopped talking.

Although the proposal is very vicious and cruel, he believes that Gu Changan has the ability to break the ice.

Just imagine, if there is a fire in the backyard of the barbarian army, the front line will definitely panic.

Besides Gu Changan, who can disrupt the army alone?

He has the ability, and he is in the hinterland of the Western Regions.

Countless people in the square were silent, so dead that a needle could be heard.

They don't understand, but this barbarian doesn't know what the most important thing in the Chinese nation is.

conscience.

Conscience is the most important, and ghosts and spirits are hard to deceive.

I really give this order, and I will have a restless conscience for the rest of my life.

"Please Chang'an strengthen my Central Plains."

A hoarse voice came suddenly, and the coach Xu Ting walked in slowly surrounded by guards.

Holding a stack of blood-stained family letters, he calmly said:

"So many ordinary people sacrificed for the Central Plains, and I implore Gu Changan to move on, all for the sake of victory."

"This is a pre-war military order, and the land of Shenzhou cannot be violated."

"This villain, I Xu Ting did it."

After speaking, he walked towards Liu Shang, who was restless, and said softly:

"Feel sorry."

"Are there reinforcements?" Liu Shang had tears in his eyes.

Xu Ting was suffering in his heart, but as the coach of the Million Alliance Army, how could he reveal any weakness.

"No!"

"No, hahahaha...No." Liu Shang suddenly laughed unbridled, and the sharp-edged laughter echoed in the square.

Whether it is the civil and military officials of the Seven Kingdoms, or the martial arts practitioners, they all felt colic, and grief and guilt swept over them.

No reinforcements.

As before, Gu Changan had to fight alone.

"Did Chang'an come to the world to be punished?"

"I'd rather not climb out of the Yumen Pass, I'd rather not learn ventriloquism, I'd rather Qiuci City fell sixty-three years ago!"

A drop of water dripped into Liu Shang's eye sockets, and suddenly he squatted down and covered his face, his thin back twitched violently, and tears flowed silently from his fingers.

It is the Central Plains that pushes Chang'an to an even crueler hell, and it is the national righteousness that Chang'an has longed for!

Everyone said with guilt:

Chang'an, you have the ability to do these things, and you can still be a little crazy.

But how much pain and torture he must endure!

"Go to your mother's Central Plains!"

Liu Shang suddenly got up and left without looking back.

"It's your turn to attack hundreds of thousands of troops?" He stared at the master of the academy with scarlet eyes.

The master averted his eyes.

"It's yours?!" Liu Shang stared at Bei Liang Ruan Xian.

Ruan Xian also bowed his head.

Liu Shang smiled fiercely:

"You want to say that you are not afraid of death, but you can't. Only Chang'an can slaughter the army, right?"

"Why don't you stab you 10,000 times first, crush your intestines, and see if it hurts?"

"I really regret why I didn't die on the road to the Western Regions."

Tears swept across his guilty faces.

It was this group of people who asked Chang'an to die!

But when Liu Shang walked through the barracks and looked at countless ordinary men with firm faces, and at the young faces standing upright, he suddenly looked like a white-headed old soldier who swore to the death in the city.

He stopped, sobbing silently.

for the Central Plains.

For the fucking Central Plains!

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