At dusk.

In the courtyard of the border city, the atrium is high with birds and beast flags, magpies and crows perched on the trees, and a man hurriedly came with a medicine box.

"General Zhang, what about people?" As soon as Lang Zhong entered the hall, he noticed a brute dog that was as withered as a ghost.

"Save him, he's not a barbarian." After Zhang Yifang finished speaking, he helped Liu Shang to sit down.

Liu Shang trembled, his shriveled thighs couldn't help trembling, he was not afraid of death, but the story of Anxi's lonely city had not been written, and he couldn't close his eyes now.

Lang Zhong stretched out a hand and pressed it on his wrist, Liu Shang subconsciously dodged, and when he thought that this was not the purgatory of the Western Regions, he showed a simple smile again.

Zhang Yifang stared at this smile, turned his head slightly, and his nose was sour.

"It's okay, I'll get you the medicine." Lang Zhong looked calm, took out the pill from Sticky Lake and forcibly stuffed it into his mouth, and then motioned for Zhang Yifang to take a step with his eyes.

"The body is on the verge of limit, the internal organs are exhausted, and the will is only supported."

Lang Zhong was pale, he had never seen a patient with such a terrible will in decades of medical practice.

"He must be saved!" Zhang Yifang grabbed Lang Zhong's shoulder and pleaded.

"I died after the last breath, I can only hold off for a few days, General Zhang hurriedly sent him to Liangzhou."

Lang Zhong shook his head.

"No cure?" Zhang Yifang cried in his heart, the tragic Anxi couldn't add another heroic soul, he had just crawled back to the Central Plains from despair.

Seeing that General Zhang's pain did not seem to be fake, Lang Zhong hesitated for a moment and said bluntly:

"Unless the descendants of the medicine king Sun Simiao are willing to go out of the mountain, but he lives in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain, regardless of the world."

"That's good." Zhang Yifang turned sadness into joy, "Remember to keep it secret." ”

"General Zhang, if the descendants of the King of Medicine don't bend their waists for the powerful, the emperor won't move." Lang Zhong reminded euphemistically when he parted.

"Is he a descendant of Yan Huang?" Zhang Yifang asked.

"Of course......" Lang Zhong was puzzled by General Zhang's naïve question.

"That's enough!" Zhang Yifang was sonorous and powerful, and walked back to the hall quickly.

"Ahh......h

Zhang Yifang took the pen of rice paper handed by the guard, and said softly: "You slow down." ”

Liu Shang was lying on the table and writing hard, coughing violently from time to time, blood dripping on the rice paper, he gritted his teeth, but tears filled his eyes.

After a full three quarters of an hour, the pen fell to the ground, and Liu Shang fell into a deep sleep with satisfaction.

I fulfilled all my responsibilities.

It's time to rest.

I'm so tired.

"Send it to Liangzhou overnight, if the hero dies halfway, a certain slaughter you!"

Zhang Yifang glared at his cronies, and Liangzhou looked for the imperial doctor to continue his life, waiting for the descendants of the medicine king.

"Yes!

"The soldier was categorical and left the border city with the legend on his back.

……

In the middle of the night, the woman with her double-curled bun approached the study and heard a muffled sobbing sound coming from inside.

"Husband, I'm in." She pushed open the door with the food box, "Feeling bad?" ”

"It's fine." Zhang Yifang pretended to be free and easy, but his red eyes could expose his emotions.

"You and I, husband and wife, do you still use disguise?" The woman paced forward, patting her husband on the shoulder and smoothing out his stray sideburns.

Suddenly, the iron-blooded man who was born and died on the battlefield cried into tears in his wife's arms.

"It's too desperate, it's too bitter...... Zhang Yifang's body twitched slightly, even if he was a border soldier, he was afraid of being substituted into the desperate situation of the Anxi army.

The woman furrowed her brow, picked up the blood-stained rice paper, and began to browse through the first line.

When I saw the words "Lonely in the Western Regions, isolated from news for sixty-three years", there was a lake in front of me.

It's as if the dusty history is alive at this moment.

She couldn't help but feel sad, her fingers twitching slightly.

There were no reinforcements, no rewards, and for countless days and nights in the sixty-three years, Qiuci City witnessed the heroic martyrdom of 20,000 Anxi troops, and none of them surrendered.

The white-haired veterans stood at the head of the city, shouting "Nine deaths without regrets, swear not to retreat", their cloudy eyes looking east, as if looking directly at the sun, as if they were missing their hometown.

They are all dead, only Gu Chang'an, who dared to beat drums in the city at the age of seven, started killing enemies at the age of ten and has been ......

The woman was almost suffocated, and she looked up and did not dare to look at the rice paper again.

The whole article is a brisk and simple description, but she can clearly see that every line is full of "despair"!

She cried opposite Zhang Yifang.

"There is no food, no one is dead, and not an inch of land is lost."

"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."

"Chang'an, Chang'an, he is the only one left, all the burdens of responsibility are left to him, and all the darkness is borne by him......"

Zhang Yifang was choked up, and at the end of reading, his heart was like a knife, and he even hoped that the twenty-three-year-old man would die as soon as possible.

Yes, to die.

That's a relief.

Why?

I owe no one anything, so why should I endure hellish torments, why should I hold up my torches all over my body, why should I not surrender and go to the holy city to enjoy the glory and riches?

Because I want to defend the territory, because once I retreat, the most tenacious spirit of the Chinese nation will collapse.

So I killed four thousand barbarians by myself, so I sat in the watchtower day and night, so I beat the drum alone, raised the flag alone, and celebrated alone.

"Where's Chang'an?" The woman asked with difficulty suppressing her emotions in a trembling voice.

Zhang Yifang shook his head, Liu Shang left the lonely city, he didn't know what happened later, he only determined that the barbarians slaughtered hundreds of thousands of people, and the Western Regions were completely controlled, all because of Gu Chang'an!

"Are you still alive?" The woman's tears could not be stopped.

The news has returned, the dawn has broken, the lonely man must not fall on the eve of victory, he should accept the worship of the Chinese nation, he deserves the highest praise.

"I don't know...... Zhang Yifang was silent, but said firmly:

"Bei Liang will definitely pick him up, no matter what!"

"Bei Liang?" The woman wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and corrected:

"You should say the entire Central Plains."

"Yes." Zhang Yifang nodded heavily.

Zhongyuan won't lose you!

It is you who make the Chinese spirit greater, and it is you who have created an unprecedented legend of the lonely brave.

In the face of the flame-blazing barbarians, whenever the descendants of Yan and Huang are ready to give up, they will think of you who are guarding the lonely city alone.

No refund!

No refund!

"What are you still doing? Go to Beijing! The woman urged.

Zhang Yifang came back to his senses, carefully folded the rice paper into his clothes, and strode out of the study, he suddenly turned around:

"The Anxi Army has not lost an inch of land for sixty-three years, Gu Changan has one person and one sword to meet the darkness, how can the Huanghuang Central Plains be bullied by the barbarians?"

"Madam, I believe that henceforth ......

After a long pause, he said excitedly:

"Offensive and defensive trends, Kou can go, I can also go!

！ ”

The woman's smile was like a flower.

……

Liangzhou.

In the early light, Zhang Yifang grabbed the reins of his horse at the city gate and handed the identity documents to the guards.

"General, wait a minute." The guard left respectfully and called a seven-rank captain.

The lieutenant was puzzled and clenched his fists:

"General, you left your post without permission and returned to Beijing without an edict......

"The border defense line is well arranged, and there will be no chaos." Zhang Yifang took off his helmet and suddenly laughed:

"Why did you go back to Beijing? Because I have found one of the most fiery seeds of the Chinese nation, which is about to set the prairie on fire!

”