Qiuzi City, full of yellow sand.

At the foot of the mountain is a dense number of tombstones, and the old woman pours a pot of wine on the surface of the monument with a smile.

Doesn't hear the cry.

Only laughter.

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

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

Inside the house, the frosty white temples were also on the verge of dying.

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

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

"Grandpa Qin."

The young man's facial features are exquisite, his skin is bronzed, and his starry eyes, which have always been sharp, are hollow at the moment.

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

"Geng Geng's loyal soul is as pure as a child, although it has gone through thousands of calamities, it is as bright as a pill."

"Ahem......" he said as he vomited blood, clutching his chest and coughing up blood.

"Although the glorious Tang Dynasty is gone, the soul of my Chinese nation will always be there, immortal and immortal."

"We will be able to restore the old things and revive them...... Reinvigorate! ”

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

After speaking, tears flowed down her eyes, and tears flowed down her wrinkled face.

Sixty years ago, he was still an ambitious teenager who left the Central Plains and came to the Western Regions.

This away from home is a lifetime.

After the Anshi Rebellion, the Tang Dynasty was devastated, and the Central Plains was no longer able to control the Western Regions, and even the Hexi Corridor, the choke point, was occupied by the barbarians.

The Anxi army was completely isolated, and there was only a lonely dilapidated city left in the vast Western Regions.

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 your feet belongs to the Tang Dynasty, and you would rather die than lose it!

"The white-haired army in the city, who will not lose the Mo knife when they die, has resisted alone for 60 years, and they dare not forget the Tang Dynasty."

"I am worthy of the grace of the country, worthy of the nation, only sorry for Xiao Yun."

Qin Shichang muttered in a low voice, his breath gradually withering, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

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

"What is the husband's going?"

"Fight the enemy!"

"When will you be back?"

"Next year, or the year after."

"Can't come back?"

"You remarry!"

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

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

Gu Changan stood silently in the corner.

Anxi Army, only he is left.

……

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

Some swarthy children had resolute faces, and when they reached the height of their spears, they would stand at the head of the city to meet the enemy.

"Only Chang'an is left."

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

Sixty years have not fallen, and they did their best!

Really tried my best!

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

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

He grew his own grain, minted his own coins to maintain circulation, and did not receive any reward, and completed such an impossible feat entirely by relying on the blood of the country.

Until now, there was only one person left in the Anxi army.

The ten-year-old Gu Changan, who went to the battlefield and was heroic, was born in Qiuzi City and grew up in a pool of blood.

The city has been held for sixty years, what's the point?

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

The women present burst into tears.

Let's drop!

He was only twenty years old, he was still young, he could not die on the walls again.

What's the point of staying there?

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 fall!"

The old woman stared at him and said sharply:

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

Guo Xin, Guo Ziyi's nephew, is also the protector of the Anxi Army, and died on the city wall thirty years ago.

"For sixty years, no one in the Anxi Army surrendered, no one was captured, grandma, do you think I want to set this precedent, do I want to be this coward?"

Gu Changan looked directly at her, and he was silent.

"You are different, you are brave and invincible, the barbarian country has persuaded you many times, promised you the position of general of Fenwu, and the tribes in the Western Regions have also let you surrender."

"There's no point in you sacrificing it, Datang, Datang, where the hell is Datang? Dead? Who the fuck knows. ”

"Do your best, and God won't blame anyone."

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

This kid grew up eating 100 family meals, and his name is the ambition of the entire Qiuzi City.

Changan.

Changan.

Look up and see the sun, but don't see Chang'an.

"This city has been held for sixty years, so why not hold it for the rest of its life? As long as I am still here, this Tang flag will not fall. ”

The young man, who was shaped like a pine and cypress, left silently after speaking, and walked in the direction of the city wall as usual.

The mottled and dilapidated city walls are full of blood, and the Tang Dynasty banner is hunting and flying in the wind.

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

His father died in battle, and his mother died when he was three years old.

Growing up from a snack of 100 family meals, he joined the army at the age of ten and stepped on the city tower, and it has been ten years since then.

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

[Kill the enemy and 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 at, but so what?

The white-headed comrades-in-arms around him died one by one, and he had to defend the lonely city and die slowly.

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

"I'm the only one left." Gu Changan laughed at himself, "Will the history books remember me?" Will the Hereafter sing my praises? ”

After a long silence, he asked softly at the setting sun and the evening breeze:

"Is Datang still there?"

Yes, he is familiar with the history books, and guesses that it is probably Tang Dezong or Tang Suzong who is on the throne now, in short, they are all puppets who have been supported by eunuchs.

But what if history has changed?

"Nine days open the palace, and all nations are crowned."

"Your magnificence makes the world admire thousands of years later, and your downfall makes the descendants of China sigh, Datang, Datang, there are fools who are still sticking to you."

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

In his previous life, he had also seen the deeds of the Anxi Baitou Army guarding the lonely city, and every time he burst into tears, proud of the Han family.

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

Boundless despair!

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

It wasn't until a thousand years later that the Western Regions returned to the embrace of the Central Plains!

It is impossible for there to be reinforcements in the current Qiuzi City, the trade routes are all cut off by the barbarians, and it is difficult for even a merchant to pass through, and it is impossible to pass on the news, let alone reinforcements.

A tired and desperate lone soldier.

A solo soldier who has no one to cheer for.

Gu Changan could see his end, he was exhausted from killing the enemy again and again, and his fists were finally invincible, and he finally died of exhaustion.

In fact, he is not afraid of death.

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

He just wanted Chang'an to know, and he wanted the entire Central Plains to know.

Anthy did not retreat!

In the Western Regions, there is also a territory 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 taken prisoner!

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

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

Gu Changan took off his helmet, walked down the watchtower with his head scattered, and inspected the imperial equipment everywhere on the city wall.

For sixty years, the Anxi army built a strong wall defense, which is one of the reasons why it was able to hold out for 60 years.

"In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned."

"But to make the dragon city fly, do not teach Hu Ma to Yin Mountain."

Gu Changsheng chanted softly, and the sound of the song drifted far and far along the wind.

I remember that when I was born, thousands of voices on the city wall roared in unison, shocking the sky.

Joined the army at the age of ten, and can still hear thousands of harmonic sounds, and the smiles on the faces of the white-headed grandfathers are faintly visible.

At the age of fifteen, there were only 200 people left singing, and everyone held wine jugs, drinking and singing, and their voices were loud enough.

At the age of twenty, he was the only one left singing, clear and peaceful, and he could still hear loud echoes.

Suddenly.

In the distance, there was a wild roar, and the galloping horses shook the ground violently, rolling up the sand.

Gu Chang'an's eyes were unwavering, wearing a helmet and armor, and calmly wiping the bronze long sword.

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

The bright yellow banner gradually appeared, and three hundred horsemen galloped through the desert, sparing the long river, and arrived at the foot of Qiuzi City with an unstoppable momentum.

They looked up one after another and looked at the condescending handsome man, with a deep fear and admiration in their eyes.

Yes, just admiration.

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

Not to mention meddling in the Western Regions, which Central Plains person dares to approach Yumen Pass?

This lonely city has been held for 60 years!

At first, the Great Barbarian Empire consumed heavy troops to attack the city, but was met with stubborn resistance.

Today, the empire slowly doesn't care about this chicken-ribbed city, not to mention that the white-headed army inside has also died, so there are fewer and fewer soldiers and horses sent to attack the city.

But.

Capturing this city has become an obsession!

Now, if Gu Changan doesn't fall, then crush it!

"The surname Gu will not descend!"

The blonde and blue-eyed general at the head of the group spoke awkwardly and shouted violently.

This time, he is conquering this Tang city that hangs alone in the Western Regions.

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

The real brave champion of the three armies, their force can only be described as terrifying.

"No retreat."

Gu Changan repeated the action of wiping the sword.

Two words of understatement, indicating his tough attitude.

The barbarians looked at each other, their eyes gradually became ruthless, since this is the case, they can only be captured alive, and continue to stubbornly resist and kill!

"Ascend to the city!"

The blond-haired leader roared.

In the past, he could still use trebuchets and fire oil, etc., but now that the city wall is alone, Gu Changan will definitely be able to easily dodge.

For now, the only way to do this is to go to the city.

It is impossible for one man to stop three hundred horsemen from ascending the city.

The knights dismounted in unison, the black spears in their hands were pressed down in unison, and the black black black was like the teeth of death.

"Ho!"

With a low shout, two ladders moved to the city wall, and the barbarians climbed quickly, and there were no attacking arrows above.

That's right, there is only one person, how to deal with the long queue in the city?

"Boom!"

"Knock Knock Knock !!"

The war drums sounded, Gu Changan held a mallet in his hand and beat the giant drum frantically, and the sound of one person was enough to reach thousands of troops.

No one beats the drum, he beats.

The people in the city stood on the streets, quietly staring at the figure of the city head in the distance, and their straight backs never bent.

After beating the drum to cheer up, Gu Changan gently held the bronze sword hilt, his eyes shining.

Like a butcher hunter waiting for his prey.

In a moment, the barbarian army ascended to the top of the city one after another, shouting and killing for a long time.

Suddenly, he saw a spear stabbing at Gu Changan's arm like a meteor catching the moon.

Boom!

In the splash of sparks, Gu Changan backhanded horizontally, and his palm force seemed to split the spear in two.

Powerful and sinking!!

The Hui soldiers only felt that their internal organs were turning over the river and the sea, and when they glanced at it, the hand holding the knife was dripping with blood, and the tiger's mouth was actually cracked.

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

The head with constricted pupils rose to the sky, cut off alive by the sword.

Gu Changan swept away the enemy army like a storm, and the killing power poured like a shower.

The minds of many barbarians were blank, all thoughts were lost, and blood gushed out from holes all over their bodies.

"Get out!" Gu Changan's eyes were scarlet, and he went on a killing spree in the city tower, but no one could hurt him.

Not even the armor could be touched.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed leader was very panicked, he came to fight majestically, and he had already made full preparations for the formation, but he still underestimated Gu Chang'an.

What the fuck is this?

It's a god-killing reincarnation!

The battle was fierce, and the barbarians became more and more cowardly, and if they defeated this man, they could sit on this city that had not been breached for sixty years.

But the man was like an impassable mountain, calmly standing in front of him, telling the Western Regions in a cruel slaughter—

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

"Withdraw!" The leader was so frightened that he didn't dare to gamble with his life anymore, and it was better to be punished for running away than to die.

One by one, the Hui soldiers fled to the ladder of the city like crazy, and the leader threw away his spear, and just touched the bloody wall, an arrow pierced his skull.

Gu Changan stared at him indifferently, and then pulled out his bow and crossbow to face the fleeing barbarians.

At dusk, the city was full of blood, and there were large patches of crimson blood everywhere, and fragments of severed skulls and stumps were scattered on it, and the scene was extremely tragic.

……

Some women piled up the corpses and burned them, and the ashes were scattered in the yellow sand outside the city, and the ashes of the enemy were not worthy to stay in the territory of the Tang Dynasty.

Gu Changan stayed in the watchtower and drank, shedding his bloodstained armor, and his long white hair danced in the wind.

Before night fell, the sky was already high with a bright moon, a cold wind suddenly came, and blood mist swept through.

"Zhaozhao has Tang, and the heavens are all over the world!"

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

He had never frowned after killing three hundred enemy soldiers, but now he burst into tears.

He was so lonely.

He wanted to tell his comrades-in-arms that he had killed three hundred of them with great might, as simple as picking grass and cutting flowers, but where were there still people around?

He was so desperate!

Kill three hundred, and next time another thousand, he can still handle it, and what about another thirty thousand?

Thousands of miles in a lonely city, he did not have a single reinforcement, and there were a thousand old and weak women and children standing behind him.

"I'm only twenty years old."

Gu Changan couldn't control himself anymore, huddled in the corner, hugged himself tightly, and his body twitched violently.

He knew the recipe for black powder, and he wanted to blow up the enemy, but the city didn't even have the most basic ingredients.

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

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

But I'm only flesh and blood after all.

How long will this despair last?

I can't die, I want to hold on, I want the Central Plains to 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 came, he stood alone at the head of the city, and the moonlight sprinkled on his shoulders, which was his hometown.