In the fifth year of Taihe, Jiazi in September, Mao Zheng.

Victoria, outside the east gate of Xue Cheng.

When Zhang Yijun was woken up by Lu Qi, it was not yet dawn.

Zhang Yijun was originally a very light sleeper, and he would wake up at the slightest movement, not to mention that the hard bed in the camp was really not a comfortable place to sleep. After waking up, the chaos of people coming and going outside the tent and the neighing of pack horses were endless, which made Zhang Yijun really surprised that he slept so deadly.

However, if you think about it, Zhang Yijun didn't return to the Tang Army camp outside the east gate until the end of last night, and he only slept for more than an hour, and he didn't even have time to dream.

After packing his bags in the tent with half a cup of tea and stepping out of the camp, Zhang Yijun stretched his long lazy waist and found that the prisoner car was long gone, thinking that it had been sent to the city. Zhang Yijun found that his reaction to this was actually bland, presumably after all these days, no matter how much injustice and unwillingness there was in his chest, he had already been wiped out by the cruel reality at this moment.

In the city, the Tang army has led the following teams under the leadership of Yu Zangjian to leave the city in order. Before the position of Victorian assassin is hot, he will be forced to return to his post, but Victoria is really not as good as moisturizing in Chengdu Mansion, except for yawning on horseback, Yu Zangjian's face can be described as full of mixed feelings.

The news that the Tang army was going to withdraw was still poked out, and the people in the city rushed to the east gate, followed by the Wuwei Army and the Tianzheng Army at the end of the lineup, kneeling on the ground, begging the Tang Army not to evacuate.

However, this is ultimately unrealistic.

Even though all the generals in Xichuan are unwilling to abandon the people of Victoria, if the edict is like this, who dares to take this responsibility?

Zhang Yijun was numbly looking at everything in front of him, but suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey, I left you ......" Lu Qijun smiled and handed Zhang Yijun half a crispy cake decorated with sesame seeds, Zhang Yijun reached out and took it, but it was still a little warm.

The cake was thick to the touch, two palm-sized, and decorated with shiny sesame seeds, and as soon as I took it out, I smelled the strong fragrance of sesame seeds.

After thanking Lu Qi, Zhang Yijun stared deeply at the Victorian city wall for a long time, Lu Qi saw it, and also stood beside Zhang Yijun, glanced at him, and said softly: "Pack up your things, get ready to go......"

Zhang Yijun nodded silently, and when he was leaving, he wanted to say something, but he suddenly felt speechless; I was thinking about something, but my mind went blank. Only what can be seen is the mottled city wall, the weak Sanchen Tang Banner, the soldiers who are ready to attack and return to their hearts like arrows, and the Victorian people who are blocked back by the soldiers at the city gate.

What can he do when he returns to Chengdu?

At this time, Yu Zangjian rode over on a black horse, interrupting Zhang Yijun's thoughts. Seeing this, Lu Qi hurriedly bowed slightly and saluted with his hands crossed.

"The ...... of the Thorn History"

"Don't call me a stabbing history," Yu Zangjian dismounted, glanced at Lu Qi vigorously, and laughed at himself: "Victoria City is gone, my assassination history is a joke......"

Yu Zangjian looked left and right for a while, bit his lip, and asked, "Have you seen Captain Yang?" ”

"Uh......" Lu Qi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, "Didn't Yang Duwei go out of the city with Yu Tingshi?" ”

"Nonsense, if you go out of the city with Yu, Yu will still come to ask Lu Bingcao what he is doing?" Yu Zangjian said angrily with some anxiety: "If the Tubo people enter the city and find that the Tang army has not withdrawn, Yang Duwei will delay the military plane, he is not afraid of being punished by military law, I am still afraid!" ”

Zhang Yijun also looked around, indeed, although the Wuwei Army and the Heavenly Expeditionary Army were numerous, there were only a few generals wearing Mingguang armor, and Yang Zong was indeed missing everywhere.

When he landed, the words Yang Zong said last night suddenly began to echo in Zhang Yijun's mind.

“…… Since this is the case, Xiang Yi is afraid that he will have no face to go back and see Li Gong again......"

He won't be......

Coupled with finding Yang Zong at the highest place of the city wall last night, a thought that flashed through his mind made Zhang Yijun's heart sink, and then he hurriedly straddled the backpack behind the carved saddle of the "Sa Yuhu", and quickly stepped on the stirrup and got on the horse. With a clamp on the horse's belly, accompanied by a neighing of "Sa Yuqi", Zhang Yijun went straight to the city gate behind him.

Yu Zangjian and Lu Qi reacted at this time, and hurriedly shouted something behind Zhang Yijun, but they were muffled by the sound of horses' hooves.

"Although the assassin Shi led the army to Chengdu, Yi Jun will arrive later!"

"Sa Yuhu" is worthy of being a very good at sprinting and jumping Hedong horses, Zhang Yijun turned around and shouted like this, "Sa Yuhu" actually jumped on the horse, jumped over the soldiers who stood in a row to block the city gate, and then stood firmly on the ground. Seeing this, the people of Victoria gave way one after another, and "Sa Yuqiu" took Zhang Yijun straight into the city, and the speed made everyone who witnessed it look sideways.

The beginning of the day.

Victoria, Weichuan County, outside the west gate of Xue Cheng.

Zhang Yijun crossed the state city, and when he walked out from the empty west city gate, the sky had gradually brightened, and in front of him was the endless Minshan tundra. The Tibetan camp is still the same as last night, standing as far as the eye can see. The difference is that the Tibetan cavalry and foot soldiers have already poured out of the nest, lined up in two teams, and are heading straight for the city of Victoria, and it seems that there are no less than a thousand people.

Outside the city gate, there are people wearing bright light armor, holding Mo knives, and riding as a pass.

"You shouldn't have come."

"Why is Captain Yang here?" Zhang Yijun rode to the side of the man, "If it is a confession, it is not necessary, if a person is not a sage, who can be without fault?" Li Gong still trusts Yang Duwei as before, and has no resentment! ”

Yang Zong didn't answer, just smiled bitterly and glanced at Zhang Yijun.

"Since the honorable driver is here, I hope to help Xiangyi keep a thing...... Yang Zong finished speaking, then put down the reins with his left hand, took out something from the belt of his armor, and threw it to Zhang Yijun.

Zhang Yijun stretched out his hand to catch it and found that it was actually the seal of the King of Yanqi.

"Yi can't accept this precious thing!"

Yang Zong just shook his head lightly and ignored it.

"When I was a child, my uncle always told me stories, and I grew up listening to the stories of Su Dingfang, the Duke of Xingguo, Li Jing, the Duke of Weiguo, and Guo Ziyi, the king of Fenyang County, in the northwest border. In the more than 200 years since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, there has never been a shortage of loyal and righteous people, let alone elite soldiers and strong generals, and there are no brave and small people. Therefore, I always fantasize that one day, I can lead the troops, bravely kill the enemy, make meritorious contributions, and restore the thirty-three states of Longyou in the Tang Dynasty......"

Yang Zong paused and sighed: "However, it is ashamed to say that Xiangyi is stupid, and in the end he is just eating imperial grain, taking a meager salary, and following the veteran oil to make a living......

Zhang Yijun found that Yang Zong's speech at this moment was not as stumbling as before, and it was extremely smooth.

Yang Zong let the horse take a few steps forward, revealing the heart shield behind him, shining in the morning sun. However, Zhang Yijun didn't know that Yang Zong was like this, just to prevent Zhang Yijun from seeing his slightly reddened eyes.

Yang Zong snorted, staring straight at the Tubo cavalry coming in line in the distance, carrying a Mo knife on his right shoulder, without fear, his eyes were like fire.

Now Xiangyi's life experience is clear, but he suddenly feels that his body has shrunk for a lifetime, and it is difficult to recover his ancestors...... Anxi has been lost for more than 30 years, the court is weak, and the children are not filial, so it is difficult to go to Yumen Pass to toast, and today I will replace wine with blood! ”

"Yang Duwei......" Zhang Yijun looked at him in a daze, but he was speechless for a while.

“…… Xiangyi promised a lot of things, took Uncle Chang'an to see the bustling street market, and did his duty for Duke Li, but he didn't do it...... Now, Xiangyi promised the 5,000 people in Victoria that the Tang Army would never leave again, and this time, I will never break my word! ”

Yang Zong breathed deeply, he swallowed his saliva, stuffed a mint leaf into his mouth, and his voice was a little hoarse in his voice, just like the bleak autumn wind whistling in the tundra of Minshan.

"The hearts of 5,000 people in Victoria are to Datang, and on the day they entered the city, they greeted Yang on the road, and Yang has not dared to forget it. Today...... Yang reciprocated, even if there was only one Tang soldier left in Victoria, Rong Kou would not want to enter the city......"

Zhang Yijun listened quietly, his eyes fixed on Yang Zong's extremely determined eyes, and in a trance, he felt that the flame burning in his eyes at the moment seemed familiar......

It was the same look as Ling Fox's eyes - seeing death as home!

"I'm about to leave, and I want to ask Mr. about ......"

Zhang Yijun nodded silently, only then did he feel that his nasal cavity was already a little sour, and his eyes gradually became hazy.

"With people like Yang Duwei here, why worry about the Tang Dynasty?"

Zhang Yijun's voice was like a whisper, but Yang Zong didn't hear it clearly, but just asked softly.

"Xiangyi is just a pawn, but he is also curious, if he can have a nickname, why?"

Zhang Yijun pondered for a long time, choked in his throat, looked up at the cloud-covered Minshan sky, took a deep breath, and said in a straight voice: "Serve it in danger, and have merit to reassure the people!" ”

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Yijun faced Yang Zong, his eyes were moist, he arched his hand very solemnly, and said loudly: "Loyalty...... Violent! ”

Hearing this answer, Zhang Yijun and Yang Zong looked at each other speechlessly and were silent for a long time. Yang Zong pondered for a long time, and then he raised his head, pulled the corners of his lips, and smiled with relief.

The Tibetan cavalry and foot soldiers were approaching, and they didn't know what the two Tang cavalry standing in front of the city gate were doing. From Zhang Yijun's position, he could clearly see the face armor worn by the leader and the gold ornaments wrapped around his arms.

"It's time to go," Yang Zong put the mint leaf in his mouth on the ground, stretched out his index finger in the direction of Victoria City, and said calmly: "This is Xiangyi's fate...... It's not a respectful one! ”

Zhang Yijun had no intention of leaving.

Seeing that Zhang Yi had no reaction, Yang Zong was furious. He opened his heavy palm and slapped the "Sa Yuqi" horse's neck hard. "Sa Yuqi" pulled out a long neigh, as if he had been enlightened by human nature at this moment, immediately turned the horse's head, rode in the dust, carried Zhang Yijun, and went straight to the Victorian city gate, no matter how Zhang Yijun pulled the reins, he refused to stop.

Human strength and fragility are always beyond one's imagination. Sometimes, you may have already gritted your teeth and walked a long way, and sometimes, you may be so fragile that a sentence or a scene will bring tears to your face.

Zhang Yijun looked back at the rider who was holding a Mo knife and rushing straight towards the Tubo army, closed his eyes, and two lines of hot tears slipped down.

It was a day when snow was falling in the skies over Victoria.

"Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass. Yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned if it is not broken! ”