In the astonished gaze, the scrawny young scholar slowly walked in.

It seems that he has been inferior for a long time, so he does not dare to raise his head, his pace is timid and disordered, and he stands silently in the corner.

The women and children turned their faces away, and they all showed expressions of disgust.

There is only one coward in Qiuzi City, and that is the Liu family!

The scholar's name was Liu Shang, and his grandfather was the lord of Qiuzi City, who was responsible for the affairs of the city, such as arranging the harvesting of grain, coordinating the minting of coins, and so on.

At that time, there were more than 10,000 Anxi troops in the city, so naturally there was no need for scribes to go to the battlefield.

But in Liu Shang's father's generation, there were only more than 1,000 white-headed troops left on the city wall, but Liu's father still shirked it with busy affairs.

This Liu Shang is even worse, squatting in a thatched hut all day long to read, not so much to read knowledge, but to be locked in a narrow room to numb his heart.

There are only two youths left in Qiuzi City.

A body that faces the darkness on his own and is not very strong carries the burden of thousands of miles of lonely city and the territory of Shenzhou.

And the other is unsightly, can the book of saints save the common people? Can the Book of Saints keep this lonely city?

"I'll go!" Liu Shang's face was pale, but this time his eyes were extremely firm.

The old woman looked at him coldly, and despite her old age, her voice was still majestic:

"The desert is boundless, the goshawk does not cross, you sick and weak scholar, what do you take to get out of the Western Regions?"

"Hundreds of thousands of miles of territory, only the lonely city of Qiuci still flutters the banner of the Tang Dynasty, how much courage do you have?"

In her heart, only Chang'an has the ability to get out of the crisis-ridden desert.

Liu Shang's voice was low, clenching his fists:

"Climb, but also climb to Chang'an."

"I want to tell the Central Plains that the Anxi Army has been defending for sixty years, I want to tell the Cangsheng Li Shu that the soldiers on the border have not retreated a single step, and I want to tell the descendants of the heroic spirits that they are not abandoning their families, they have shed the last drop of blood for the Central Plains civilization!"

"The historian is straightforward, the Anxi Army should not be forgotten, we must shine in the annals of history!"

After speaking, his eyes were blood-red, and tears welled up.

Last night, Gu Changan stood alone at the head of the city, filled with blood mist, and the lonely back of looking at the desert made Liu Shang ashamed and embarrassed!

He is a scholar and can't run away anymore!

Can't carry the bow and crossbow spear, he has a pair of sound legs, he has a pair of hands that are quite flexible, and he will reach Chang'an when he crawls forward!

One year, two years, three years, he must bring this dawn to Chang'an and tell the Central Plains-

Someone has been holding on to China for 60 years in a desperate situation, how can you sit back and watch the barbarians sit big and the Shenzhou sink, and I implore you to recreate the glorious Tang Dynasty!

The women looked at Liu Shang, who was crying, his eyes gradually softened, and he was silent and no longer spoke.

Of course, they wanted Chang'an to leave Qiuzi City, but Chang'an's resolute attitude made it clear that he wanted to live and die with this territory.

For now, Liu Shang can only walk alone in the desert.

Is Liu Shang selfish?

Definitely.

Once he escaped death and arrived in Chang'an, there was hope for his life, he could study in peace, and even get an official position by virtue of his identity as an Anxi person.

After reading the map, everyone knows that it is impossible for Datang to send reinforcements, and it does not have the ability to open up the Hexi Corridor.

So a lonely city is a lonely city, and they will never have a chance to return to their hometown.

"He can't, you can go." The old woman's cloudy eyes stared at Gu Changan, almost pleading.

Why don't you want to live!

Chang'an will definitely be able to leave the desert, he is smart and clever, and he will also fight a bloody way in the Central Plains.

"Don't persuade me anymore, I will live and die with the lonely city."

"There is only one god in the world, and that is the god of death, and it wants to come to me? It's not time yet. ”

Gu Changan is as calm as ever, he was born in Qiuci City, and he will die in Qiuci City.

It's faith, it's faith!

This is the backbone of the Central Plains, and it is the glory of China!

He hopes that the history books can record his deeds and tell future generations that the territory cannot be lost, the civilization cannot be destroyed, and the backbone of the Han nationality lies across the long river!

What's more, more than 20,000 grandfathers are watching him from the sky.

After 60 years of fighting, there is only the last single seedling left, where can we retreat?

"Liu Shang, remember what you said, climb to Chang'an!"

Gu Chang'an's expression was cold, and he immediately walked into the mansion silently.

He found a pile of copper plates, which were self-casting, and the word "Jianzhong" was still engraved on them.

The coinage was only to maintain the circulation order in the city, and the market needed monetary equivalents so that there would be no chaos for sixty years.

When it comes to the trade routes controlled by the barbarians, the copper plates will definitely be rejected, and only gold will be accepted.

Gu Changan rummaged through the iron box and only found more than two dozen golden beans, which were still the trophies saved over the years.

……

The wind and sand are furious, and the moonlight is desolate.

Outside Qiuzi City, Liu Shang led a horse and carried large bags on horseback.

He stared at the crumbling walls, his eyes moist.

"You know barbarianism, first disguise yourself as a barbarian and sneak into the town, find an errand for a shop guy, and take advantage of the opportunity of trade in the Hexi Corridor to escape to the Central Plains."

Gu Chang stared quietly for a long time, and then turned around and entered the city expressionlessly.

"Have a good journey, I hope you arrive in Chang'an alive, and I hope you will make contributions to your career."

"Also, don't go back to the Western Regions."

Bang!

The gates were closed, separated by a wall, as if the dividing line between hell and freedom.

Gu Changan is willing to sink endlessly in hell.

Plop –

Liu Shang knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, he knew that more than 20,000 Anxi Heroic Spirits were watching him from the sky.

"Climb to Chang'an." This is the vow he made.

It's his mission!

Sixty years, year after year, day after day.

The Anxi Army could not be forgotten by the Central Plains, and they spent their lives defending the territory of the Tang Dynasty.

There is also Gu Chang'an, this man named Chang'an has never seen Chang'an, and he doesn't know how to speak Chang'an.

But his name must not be drowned in the sand.

In the Han Dynasty, Huo Quai, Feng Wolf Juxu, Emperor Taizong conquered the Quartet, and the imperial twin Li Jing and Li Tao, these are all famous generals who are thunderous in the history books!

But in a sense, Gu Changan is no worse than them!

In the dark abyss, he alone adhered to the imprint of the Central Plains in the Western Regions, and lived his life into light.

The torch of hope should be passed on to the entire Chinese nation!

"Liu Shang is gone."

The scholar's forehead was blurred with flesh and blood, and he changed into a barbarian costume, cut off his long hair with scissors, and buried it all in the loess.

In the middle of frequent retrospection, a ride detoured and disappeared into the night.

Looking upstairs, Gu Changan looked over the railing and watched Liu Shang leave.

The mission of nine deaths.

It is difficult to step out of the desert alone, let alone a thin scholar, who can only rely on tenacious willpower.

How strong the will can be determined by whether he can get out of the Yumen Pass and whether he can trample on the soil of the Central Plains.

Maybe he will die on the way, and the identity seal in the package is buried in the yellow sand, and no one cares.

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