The Tang State was close to the three provinces of Shuofang, Hexi, and Longyou in the desert, and the three Jiedu envoys had long known that the Qin State was about to send troops to attack.

But no one had any intention of rescuing Anxi, but only sent troops to guard their own territory.

Anxi's location was so far away that they didn't even regard it as the territory of the Tang Kingdom.

But when the news of the defeat of the Qin army came, the three Jiedu envoys were the most surprised.

Because they know best what's going on over there.

"A deserted city where birds don't, the soldiers of the Beiting Mansion in it are dying of old age, right? How could it be possible to defeat the Qin army? ”

"Check, send troops to check."

Groups of cavalry broke through the wind and sand and ran straight in the direction of the desert.

Secret agents from various countries, disguised as merchants, homeless people, and so on, are also gathering to the location of Anxi City.

A lonely city that has not been cared for for decades has unconsciously become the focus of attention of people all over the world.

At this time, Song Yun didn't know anything about it.

The Qin army was defeated and fled, and he did not go out of the city to pursue, because the [Anxi Real-time Map] could only see the situation inside the city.

In the city, all enemy positions are under control.

But when he went out of the city, his eyes were black, and he was easily attacked by the martial arts masters of the Qin army.

Song Yun stood at the head of the city, saw the remnants of the Qin army fleeing away, and circled around the city wall of Anxi again, observing the situation outside to see if there were any enemies stranded nearby.

When they came to the southeast section of the city wall, they found a pile of corpses stacked outside, as well as several mules and horses that had been hacked to death with knives.

Song Yun's eyesight was already very strong, and he could still see the physical characteristics of the corpse clearly from a distance of two miles.

"Oh no, these days are the days when caravans enter the city!"

His heart tightened.

The old soldiers have been guarding the city for 50 years, and they are not completely self-sufficient.

Every two months or so, a caravan enters the city.

The old men would buy other necessities from the caravans with cloth, corn, bacon, and the like.

In fact, this was a completely loss-making business for the caravan.

At the risk of being robbed by sand bandits, they go deep into the desert and end up trading in some ordinary goods, which a shrewd businessman would never do.

The reason why the caravan insisted on entering the city regularly was that it knew the situation of the veterans of the Beiting Army, who were isolated and lacked supplies, but they have held on to this day.

The members of the caravan had heard of the glory of the Tang Dynasty, and hoped that the old soldiers' perseverance would wait for the results, so they supported them as much as possible.

Otherwise, the trade route would have been cut off long ago.

Song Yun looked around, and when he saw that there was no abnormality nearby, he quickly jumped down from the city and went straight to the place where the corpses were located.

Turning over several corpses and wiping the sand and blood from their faces, they were all familiar faces.

This caravan should have arrived yesterday evening, and originally planned to enter the city for the night, but it was met by the cavalry of the Qin State.

Many of these caravan members have martial arts and carry blades, so it is not a problem to deal with ordinary sand bandits, but in the face of the elite Qin cavalry, they have no power to resist.

Song Yun slammed his fist to the ground, smashing the sand into a deep pit.

"Qin Guoren, next time you are caught by me, none of you will be able to escape!"

At this time, there was a weak muffled snort from the pile of corpses, so slight that ordinary people couldn't even hear it.

Song Yun hurriedly spread out all the corpses, facing them up, and leaned in to look at them one by one, checking his breathing and pulse.

Finally, a thin teenager with a broken arm was found alive.

This person Song Yun has seen, the son of an old member of the caravan, the son inherited his father's business and followed the merchant, and he had been to Anxi twice before.

Song Yun took out a Restoration and Healing Pill, gave it to him, and strangled the wound on the broken arm with a string to prevent the blood from continuing to drain.

After some treatment, the boy's pale face finally regained a little redness, but he was still in a coma.

Song Yun carried him back to the city, including the bodies of the other caravan members, and moved them into the city, waiting to be buried with the old soldiers.

There are only a few remains of mules and horses left outside the city, and there is no need to dispose of them, because soon the vultures of the desert will fly in with the smell of blood.

At this time, there were only two living people left in Anxi City, Song Yun and the boy with a broken arm.

Beyond the firelight, there were broken walls everywhere, and charred corpses, horses, and flags lay crookedly in the streets.

Only one area south of the city, the last stronghold of the old soldiers, had enough sandbags and trenches dug to prevent the fire from spreading, and a few houses were left intact.

Song Yun settled the boy with the broken arm in the house, and then began to dispose of the corpses all over the city.

The corpses of the Qin army were directly piled up and burned, and the heads of the Qin generals were cut off, and the fish scales and armor and sophisticated weapons were put into the [Void Storage Box].

Although the main general of the Qin army was not killed in this battle, Song Yun and General Guo killed a total of six innate martial artists, all of whom were at the level of generals.

In addition, there is a little marquis, whose status is only high and not low.

The heads of these men are the best sacrifices.

The banners of the Qin camp, which were slightly intact, were all put away by Song Yun.

When the corpse of the old soldier was found, he wrapped it in a Qin flag and moved it to an open space in the city to prepare for burial.

This is more time-consuming, and it takes half a day to deal with a small part of the city.

Song Yun fought fiercely from last night to dawn, and tossed until noon, and finally felt a little tired, so he rested for a while.

The one-armed boy had woken up and was kneeling beside the caravan corpse, holding his dead father's cold hand and weeping silently.

Seeing Song Yun, his eyes widened slightly, and he hesitated: "You are Song, Song ......"

Although the two know each other, Song Yun's temperament is no longer the same, his body is strong for a whole circle, his actions are vigorous and powerful, and his eyes contain fierce killing intent.

The one-armed boy glanced at him, and couldn't help but shudder, naturally he didn't dare to recognize each other.

"I'm Song Yun, you should be called Gao Hanqing, right?"

The one-armed young man Gao Hanqing nodded, raised his head and said to Song Yun: "Thank you Brother Song for rescuing, are the others here still there?" ”

Song Yun pointed to the distance, where there were already hundreds of corpses of old soldiers lying neatly on the ground, wrapped in the black Qin camp banner.

"Beiting Army, I am the only one left, and the rest of the soldiers have all died."

Gao Hanqing's eyes trembled, "Did the people of the Qin State do it?" ”

Song Yun nodded, "The Qin people have been killed by me, you don't have to worry, recuperate here first, and tell me when you want to go home, I can give you a ride." ”

Gao Hanqing's face showed a sad expression, and he shook his head and said, "All my relatives are in the caravan, and when they die, I will have no home." ”

"You have to have a place to stay."

Gao Hanqing continued to shake his head, "It's just an empty house, there's no point in going back." ”

He lowered his head and stared fixedly at the faces of the caravan members, his eyes gradually changing from sadness to grief.

"My father once taught me that when we travel in the northwest, we must believe our words, we must achieve results, we must repay our kindness, and we must repay our revenge!"

"Brother Song, if you can kill the Qin soldiers, you must be a martial arts master."

"Can you teach me a chance to get revenge?"