After burying Mrs. Guo, the women, children and children hid in the cave one after another, and unless the entire lonely city was destroyed, it would be difficult for the enemy to find it.

After 60 years of perseverance, the protective measures that should be in the cave are all available, but the food is scarce day by day.

Gu Chang'an stood at the head of the city, gently playing the gonghou left by his grandmother, the left and right strings were rusty, and the timbre was no longer clear, more ethereal, more like the sound of a landslide in the Lingling Snow Mountain.

The boring repetition of each day, until the yellow sand rolls in the hundred-mile area, the sound of iron hooves rumbles like a drum, shaking the horizon at the end of the sunset.

The sound of the horn is endless, as if it is deliberately sounding the death knell for the lonely city.

The banner covered the sky and the sun, and three thousand soldiers came like a black wave, and the power was overwhelming!

The leader will be dressed in pitch-black heavy armor, holding the black halberd weighing almost 100 catties, standing like a giant in the dusk of the world.

"Carry the coffin!"

He roared, and his subordinate Erlang lifted the Nanmu coffin in Shuzhong and threw it vigorously in the direction of Qiuzi City.

"At this point in the Western Regions, there is only the Great Barbarian Empire, please die with peace of mind."

Facing the wind and sand, the Lord looked at the lonely city with burning eyes.

Tuoba Weiyang in the team wore armor and held a sword, and also looked up at the snow-white figure of the watchtower, there was only one chance to surrender, the imperial heavenly soldiers came, and the only one died.

"Thank you for the coffin."

Gu Changan stood against the railing, calmly put on his armor and washed his sword, and took down the red flag planted at the head of the city.

His long hair danced wildly with the mountain wind, and in the eyes of the three thousand soldiers, he looked like a lonely and desperate banner from a distance.

In the midst of the killing of the black wave, the lonely city seems so fragile and small.

"Siege?" Tuoba Weiyang drove forward and asked the commander in a low voice.

The latter glanced coldly, if it weren't for the identity of the county lord, he really wanted to scold a blind and stupid girl!

The flags that symbolize the soul of the army have been taken, and Gu Changan clearly wants to go out of the city.

Tuoba Weiyang just wanted to ask again, his eyes were slightly stagnant, and he saw the city gate open suddenly, and a person walked out with a sword and a flag.

The atmosphere was suffocating, a real one-man legion, alone in the face of three thousand iron cavalry soldiers.

Even though he is an enemy, the Lord General can't help but be emotionally stirred when he sees his heroism, which is why the sanctioning officer gave the coffin.

The determination to defend the territory of the faith even at the end of life is a supreme spirit that transcends even racial realms.

"Soldiers swear allegiance to the country, you are, and so am I."

"Array!"

The main general waved his left arm, and the iron cavalry was scattered in three directions, bows and crossbows and shields were lined up one after another, and on the left flank was a stormtrooper in heavy armor.

The greatest respect for the enemy is to kill them all and go all out!

He did not have the slightest compassion, and directly attacked the enemy with the strongest army.

In the flying sand, the cold young man planted the flag into the land, the wind stood still, and he said slowly in the face of the strong killing force:

"The bearer of the Central Plains, Gu Chang'an."

"The whole army of Anxi, fight to the death with me,"

In an instant, the elite of the barbarian army quickly pulled the arrows, and after firing a round of crossbow arrows, they continued to sweep out like dense raindrops.

Gu Changan stepped in the rain of arrows, moving forward step by step, and the black arrows almost obscured his vision.

A man who began to experience life and death battles at the age of ten perfectly demonstrates the sense of touch and judgment honed by the horror of death.

The seemingly dangerous bolt grazed his shoulder, pierced through his armor and goggles, and bounced back into the dust, causing no damage.

"Dog barbarian!" Gu Changan, who was galloping fast, swung his sword and split a heavily armored iron rider in half, cracking the horses together.

Boom!

The bows and crossbows and arrows stopped in an instant, and the order was extremely strict, followed by dozens of spears and spears stabbed out in clusters, and more than a dozen soldiers pulled out their steel knives at their waists and rushed over silently.

Gu Changan strode forward, and took more than a dozen steps forward, the bronze sword suddenly covered and fell like a flat mountain, and the thick sword qi swept away, cutting all the barbarian soldiers in half.

Only one sword and ten people died, and even the death was exactly the same.

As far as the sword qi swept by, a large area of flesh and blood blurred, and the man's momentum instantly climbed to the top.

Tuoba Weiyang's face was pale, and she subconsciously clenched the reins of the horse, and her legs were clamped between the horse's belly, this terrible scene made her uncomfortable and even frightened.

The blood-stained armored man rushed to the battlefield alone, like a cold killing beast, wantonly opening his bloody fangs.

"Our army is in ......," she hurriedly looked at the main general under the banner.

The lord was calm and calm, and the hundred-pound black halberd in his hand did not move.

The battle situation was expected, if Gu Changan fell so easily, how could it be worthy of this well-built Nanmu coffin, and how could it be worth three thousand sons to go to the battlefield.

But.

When manpower is finally exhausted, this is a true saying that has been circulated in the empire, the Divine Continent, and the rivers and lakes.

No matter how powerful the giants are, they will also fall into an embarrassment when they are exhausted.

"Attack!" The Lord will wave the black halberd, accompanied by the sound of a loud trumpet.

Thundered!

The battlefield is changing rapidly, and the barbarian warriors are holding all kinds of weapons, swapping positions, and the formation is like a pyramid that has fallen to the ground, with one person at the top of the tower, two people on the second floor, and three people on the third floor.

The sword qi broke through the armor, and the scarlet bronze ancient sword easily harvested the lives of several people, and when the heads flew one after another, the fierce soldiers rushed up one after another.

The simplest trapping tactic is to discard three black discs to force white to move, and then discard seven discarded discards to force white to move, until the last twenty black discs press and trap white in the corner, unable to move a single step.

Looking at the miserable blood-colored sky, Tuoba Weiyang's heart beat violently, and his life on the battlefield was not as good as grass mustard.

But she could see that Gu Changan couldn't maintain his peak posture, his sword swinging movements were getting slower and slower, and his steps were getting heavier and heavier.

It's about to collapse!

At least five hundred imperial sons died under his sword, and they will eventually be exhausted.

Burst!

There was a violent collision, and the bronze blade was pulled out of the enemy's neck with difficulty, and the head was not cut off.

The Lord will have a cold face, catch this subtle detail, and immediately roar and order:

"Listen to the order, hit him to death!"

The heavily armored iron cavalry roared and shouted, and as the main general rushed into the battlefield with a black halberd in hand, hundreds of heavy cavalry shot out like bows and crossbows ready to fire.

The monstrous momentum of the mountain and the tsunami slammed into the independent man, and the bronze sword slashed past, and the sword momentum did not disturb the long snake formation.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it was as if a giant dragon was coming, Gu Changan was like a mountain that had been broken by his waist, smashing seventy zhang into the distance, and a corner of the city wall collapsed.

Gu Changan spit out a mouthful of pitch-black blood, and barely supported his body with the long sword in his hand.

"Great!" Tuoba Weiyang danced with a long whip in his hand, and the general who could lead 3,000 soldiers was really not an ordinary person.

Gu Chang'an's death was already a certainty, she took off her helmet and galloped in front of the heavy cavalry battle array, and Qing Yue's reserved voice spread far away.

"Do you regret it?"

If it collides again, the lonely city, which has been sixty years late, will become the territory of the empire.

Toast without eating and drinking, and the powerful and wealthy women don't want it, but they want to be buried under the city of Qiuzi.

Blood oozed from the corners of Gu Changan's mouth, his eyes were unwavering, and he said softly:

"You are not qualified to ask me this as a victor."

After saying that, he looked sideways at the watchtower of the city wall, where every inch of the veins had been touched, and he was even so bored that he counted the bricks of the city wall.

I can't afford to lose it.

Zheng!

Without hesitation, he picked up the long sword and stabbed it towards the chest, not an inch into his body until the bloody blade came out of his back.

The atmosphere of the battlefield was suddenly dead, and such a terrifying and terrifying scene made the barbarian soldiers tremble.

Then I felt that it should be so.

Killing oneself is always the most dignified way to die.

"Good death!" Tuoba Weiyang muttered, seeing this man die was not much pleasure.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, he is a lonely hero after all, and the destruction of heroes will always tug at the heartstrings of the world.

But in an instant, she felt that something was wrong.

Gu Changan's eyes shone with a terrifying red light, as if a strange phoenix nirvana was happening in his pupils.

Several streams of scarlet blood gushed out from his facial features, and a terrifying invisible force was devouring the wind, no, it was poured in from heaven and earth.

He slowly pulled out the bronze sword in his body.

There was not a drop of blood on the sword, only the fiery red color of the whole body, as if it had been drawn from the 10,000-year-old fire slurry.

"Kill!"

The main general's expression was hideous, and for the first time, a terrifying look appeared, and he frantically called for the whole army to charge.

Gu Changan leaned against the city wall, quietly staring at the blood hole in his chest, ignoring the tearing pain coming from his internal organs.

When he killed the enemy for the first time, he found that fire was born in his body, and as the number of heads under the sword increased, the fire gradually grew.

Today, he pierces the fire and pierces the body.

I just want to do my best to defend the territory of the Chinese nation, that's all.

Rumbling iron hooves swept in, and crossbow arrows and spears covered the walls of the bloody men.

"This sword swept away the enemy, and this sword is worthy of the Central Plains."

Gu Changan was not hysterical, let alone unbridled madness, only abyssal calm.

He swung his fiery red bronze sword and said only two words:

"Slash the sky."