Susu Nadine looked down at Zhang Chang'an, his eyes finally fell on Saidianchi beside him, and sneered: "Saidianchi, sure enough, you betrayed the true god and betrayed the caliph, you are really hiding deep enough! I will give you a chance, immediately kneel down and surrender, otherwise, I will let you live rather than die!"

Saidianchi's face was pale, his whole body trembled slightly, and he looked left and right, his eyes flickering.

"You can't live, but you can die like a warrior!" Zhang Changan always stared ahead, but he seemed to see Saidianchi's reaction, knew the other party's thoughts, and said coldly without looking back.

He had calculated, he only had the strength to make four moves, and according to the position of the more than three hundred Great Food Cultivators in front of him, he could kill one percent, including two True Realms.

One monk, two real people, this will be the last achievement that Zhang Changan can cut for the Tang Dynasty.

A wisp of wind blew and stirred his robe, and he didn't wait for Nadine to say anything, his knees bent slightly, and his hind feet hit the ground hard, and he jumped out like a tiger and a leopard!

"Kill Er and the others, Datang Zhang Chang'an!"

When he reported to his home, Zhang Changan's expression was solemn and almost pious. When he was dying, he did not have any fear, but only a high fighting spirit and unyielding will.

He is a warrior of the Tang Dynasty.

A horizontal slash, the sword is like a practice, and the team of Great Food Qi Cultivators at the front, before they have time to react, their bodies are cut off one after another, bursting through huge blood mist.

Behind Zhang Changan, more than 30 Tang monks rushed out at the same time, and they all tried their last bit of strength, leaving no room for survival. Therefore, even if their strength is exhausted, they are still fierce, the arc drawn by the long knife is sharp and domineering, and the aura is like a fire cooking oil.

In mid-air, two shamans were like geese, one swooping left and one right towards Zhang Changan, and dozens of qi cultivators on the ground then rushed out, roaring and holding knives straight forward, their eyes fierce, as if they were going to break Zhang Changan's body with a knife.

Zhang Changan never retreated, and completely gave up his defense. The second sword slashed, and a shaman was killed closely, and the sword light from the forehead to the chin and then to the chest cavity was split into a ball of spiritual light, and it was immediately wiped out.

There was a trance in front of him, Zhang Changan was dizzy, this was a sign that his strength was about to run out, and at such a moment, he couldn't even see his opponent. But his movements did not pause in the slightest, endured the throbbing pain of the sea of qi, quickly dodged and moved sideways, and at the same time, stabbed straight with his knife.

The shoulder hurt badly, as if he had been hit by a brute bull, half of his body lost consciousness, and he fell to the side, Zhang Changan seemed to have expected this, and stepped heavily on the ground with his left foot, stabilizing his body, and at the same time, a solid touch came from the long knife, as if it had pierced something.

In the next moment, Zhang Chang'an regained his vision, and in front of him was a face with distorted and frightened facial features, blood gushing out of his mouth, and it was another great food shaman who made a move. The knife in Zhang Changan's hand just pierced the opponent's chest, before the opponent wanted to stab him headed.

And the knife in the opponent's hand was embedded in Zhang Changan's left shoulder, and the entrance was extremely deep, almost cutting off Zhang Changan's arm. Zhang Changan's face was like iron, as if he couldn't feel pain, and he pushed away the dead shaman and pulled out his long knife.

At this time, dozens of Qi Cultivators had already rushed in front of him, all of them with red faces, red ears, eyes like fire, and awe-inspiring murderous intent.

Zhang Changan only felt that all his internal organs were turning over the river and the sea, his body seemed to explode from the inside, and his steps were so vain that he seemed to be reluctant to even stand firm for a moment.

However, his eyes remained calm.

Because the steps in the plan are not yet complete.

He slashed a fourth slash.

He didn't know how the knife was made, and he shouldn't have the strength. But he knew he would be able to slash the last blow, even if it was by will. He knew himself very well, so this knife caused the group of Great Food Qi Cultivators who rushed to the front to vomit blood and fly out.

After this knife, Zhang Changan was weak and could no longer stand.

He suddenly felt a little regretful.

At that moment, a wind blade flew and slammed into his chest, knocking him far away.

It was the low-faced Susu Nadine who struck.

He originally thought that Zhang Changan had no strength and didn't plan to make a move with his own hands, but he didn't expect that the other party could kill him two shamans and twenty or thirty qi cultivators, which made him unable to suppress his anger.

When Zhang Changan flew out upside down in the morning light, his thoughts were clear, and he had no regrets, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the brilliant sunlight, Zhang Changan caught a glimpse of dozens of Tang monks, some of whom were fighting with the Great Food Priest in mid-air, some were falling from mid-air, some were on the ground and the Great Food Monk was in short combat, and some fell to the ground, and they had to grab the feet of the Great Food Monk and trip each other.

As a warrior, you are finally knocked down by the enemy, and your life finally ends successfully, no matter where you put it, no matter when, this is a thing to be proud of.

Eight years ago, the imperial court reverted to Hexi, and the monks with

The Tubo War, between October and October, turned the land of nineteen states upside down, and opened the curtain of the Tang Dynasty's subjugation of rivers and mountains. At that time, Zhang Changan was just a teenager from a local family in Jincheng County, but he went to war on the spot, and killed the Tubo soldiers with his clansmen and friends.

That night, he saw his white-haired grandfather fighting with his old friends in a bloody battle, he saw his father who endured humiliation and died with a strong enemy, and he saw the magic streamers fill the night sky when the army of the king master descends.

Since then, he has embarked on an unpredictable journey, or participated in or witnessed all the major events and wars of the dynasty's prosperity and strength. The academy practiced, killed the enemy in the north, made meritorious contributions to Huairong, was in charge of the grassland, and transported grain to Liaodong......

In this process, his personal life can also be called twists and turns, in the whirlpool of worldliness, officialdom, morality, fame and fortune, ups and downs, once sunk into the abyss of despair, without seeing any hope.

In the end, in the key battle of the imperial dynasty to unify the world, the Son of Heaven had an edict, and he was able to take the lead and enter the hinterland of the Great Eclipse. On the basis of years of accumulation in the Western Regions Commercial Bank, he did his best to stir up the storm, break the enemy's division, echo the frontal attack of the imperial dynasty, and make immortal achievements.

However, there is a price to be paid for everything you do, and this is especially true if you do not do anything in the world. In this earth-shattering war, there are always many soldiers who die in battle, some of them are mediocre, some are amazing. Equality before death is the only true equality that the world has.

Now, Zhang Changan has come to the end of his life, and when the experience of this life forms a series of pictures and flashes in his mind, he suddenly realizes that he has only spent more than 20 spring and autumn.

The ups and downs of a wonderful life end at the time of its prime.

This is the fate of a warrior.

His back fell heavily on the cold mud floor, and Zhang Changan spat out a mouthful of blood in a blur. He didn't feel much about his body anymore, he only felt that the sun in front of him was shining brightly, and it seemed to be beating with countless beauty.

Simply beautiful.

When dying, the simple beauty experienced in life is people's last nostalgia for this world.

"What good things have I had in my life?" Zhang Changan faced the clear sky, his pupils were dilated, and the brilliance in his eyes gradually dissipated.

At this moment, he no longer had time to think carefully about his life, but something was actually rooted in his life for a long time, and there was no need to look for it in the first place. Zhang Changan, who was already blurry, suddenly saw a clean and innocent face in the blue sky.

It was not the scene where he killed the Tibetan soldiers with a long sword and horse at night in Jincheng County, announcing that he had grown into a real warrior, nor was it the scene of himself leading the army of the king division to defeat the Khitans in the Khitan camp outside Huairong City and become famous for the first time.

It wasn't even the pride and relief that my grandfather looked at him when he was dying.

Detached from fame and fortune, detached from morality, and detached from gains and losses.

Free from all bondage and desire.

When life stays at the last moment and everything becomes simple and pure, it returns to the original face of life. Unrestrained, carefree, no suffering, no sorrow.

Zhang Changan slowly raised his hand and stretched out to the blue air, wanting to caress the face that was far away in the sky. It seems that as long as he touches each other, he grasps the most precious thing in life and satisfies the deepest nostalgia.

However, his strength was finally left with nothing, so his movements seemed stiff and difficult, even if his eyes were full of longing, pity and reluctance, he was doomed to touch nothing, and in the end, he could only fall back into the cold and hard Gobi land.

"Gesang ......"

He shouted softly.

......

Rare good weather, the late autumn Mobei grassland wind and sunshine, the bright sunshine dispelled many of the chills brought by the north wind.

Shepherds lazily bask in the sun outside the felt tents, laughing loudly with their neighbours not far away, and children dressed in round clothes bully the shepherd dogs to the point of barking.

The wine-drinking men began to hold the jug in broad daylight, lest they be complained of by the old man, and the women bowed their heads and mended their clothes, occasionally blaming their children for not knowing the importance of the dogs.

Harmonious and full of hope, this is the scene of Gesang Prefecture today.

Gesang led a group of lambs out of the tribe, all the way with her head down, not in a high mood and sullen, many people greeted her, she just barely smiled, and didn't have the heart to speak.

Nowadays, there is no grass in the pasture, and everyone is preparing for the winter, but Gesang, who can't move every day, will still go out to graze for a long time. It's just that the flock of sheep following behind him has gone from stretching to only twenty or thirty, and it seems that the intention of distraction is greater than letting the sheep graze.

Several middle-aged women watched Gesang go away, with a thick worry in their eyes, and they came together to talk to each other.

"Why is the chief sullen all day now, and he looks like he has lost all his life. ”

"Alas, the chief hasn't been really happy since Zhang Beijia left, and several times I've seen her hiding and wiping her tears alone!"

"Poor, I don't know what Zhang Beijia thinks, how can he bear to leave the chief to fight?"

"Men always have to go to war......

"Now that the world is peaceful, what kind of war is still fighting, and the war may not necessarily come back......"

"Don't talk nonsense, if the chief hears this, she should cry again!"

Gesang led the sheep out of the tribe for more than ten miles and came to a high grassy slope. It's a remote and sparsely populated place, making it a nice place to be quiet. The most rare thing is that when you look west, you can see all the way to the horizon without any obstruction in between.

Gesang sat down on the grassy slope with a lamb in his arms, staring at the western sky with a misty and distant gaze. After half a ring, she softly hummed a simple but long ballad, and her clear and loud voice spread far away, with a little grievance, and swirled in the autumn wind for a long time.

After singing for a while, Gesang gently put down the sleeping lamb and took out a booklet from his arms.

This is a book of poems, given to her by Zhang Changan, and now it has been turned to the corners. Gesang opened the booklet and turned to the middle of it familiarly, and the words on the page that seemed to have magical abilities made her clear eyes gradually moisten.

She chanted softly.

The line is re-lined, and the king is separated.

More than 10,000 miles apart, each at the end of the world.

The road is blocked and long, and the meeting is safe.

Humayi north wind, over the south branch of the bird's nest.

The days are far away, and the days of clothing and belts have slowed down.

When reading this, Gesang subconsciously pulled her shirt, judging from the position of her waist, the shirt was obviously much larger than before, and she was wearing a little loose, which was evidence that she had lost a lot of weight. Pursing his lips, Gesang continued reading.

The clouds cover the day, and the wanderer does not care about returning.

Sijun makes people old, and the years are too late.

Don't give up your donations, and try to add more food.

Closing the booklet, Gesang let out a long sigh and looked at the sheep under the grassy slope, who were looking for grass stalks with their heads down, bleating twice from time to time.

She remembered the days when she had been grazing with Zhang Changan before. Looking back now, the sunshine at that time was always extraordinarily gorgeous, the grass in the pasture seemed to be too much to eat, and the cattle and sheep would always raise their heads and bleat and show their funny teeth, which made people feel comfortable and laugh along.

But now, the sheep are no longer smiling, and the grass in the pasture is gone.

Gesang felt sour and sniffed several times. After putting away the poetry book, she took out a piece of oil cake from her pocket and nibbled on it in small bites. In the poem, it is said that in order to have a good look when we meet in the future, I can't let myself be thin, eat more, and raise myself beautifully.

When eating oil cakes, a smile appeared on the corner of Gesang's mouth, she liked to fantasize about meeting Zhang Changan again at this time.

It may be a night when the moon is high, I was sleeping soundly, and when I woke up by chance, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the person I missed was standing by the bed, looking at me with affection.

Or maybe it's a sunny afternoon, when the calm earth suddenly rumbles, and then a majestic iron rider emerges on the horizon. The general who led the army was mighty, rode his horse in front of him, raised his horse's hooves, and then leaped off his horse, and took himself in his arms, who had been stunned.

Thinking about it, Gesang giggled. At this moment, she forgot her sorrows, forgot her boredom, and only had a bright future in her mind.

She looked up, and the sun had reached the other side, and the sun was shining directly in front of her, making her eyes bloom. At this moment, her eyes widened suddenly, because the person who had been thinking about her for a long time actually appeared in front of her.

She jumped up in surprise and opened her arms to hug her.

She pounced.

There was no one in front of him at all.

Just now it was just an illusion that I wanted to sketch in my heart.

Gesang maintained a hugging posture and froze there.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

Her heart suddenly ached.

It's like being grabbed and crushed by something, and it's like being pierced through the heart by a sharp arrow. What followed was a deep sense of loss, as if I had lost the most important thing, as if the whole world had left me.

Gesang sat down on the ground, and bean-sized tears fell on the lamb's white hair.

Just now, she seemed to feel very clearly that Zhang Changan was gone.

It turns out that it is not hard to wear the clothes and belts, and it is not terrible that the years are late, and what is really desperate is that the people who have been waiting for a long time will never come back.

On the empty grassland, the heart-rending cry of the shepherdess sounded, which scattered the sheep and spread far away, and the shepherds in the distance looked up in astonishment.

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