One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 1 The Great War, Trapped in a Lonely City
In Mobei, the smoke and wind are intertwined, the yellow sand and the setting sun reflect each other, the eagle overlooks thousands of miles, and there is a lonely small town at the end of the vastness.

Anxi Military Town.

The dilapidated city was empty, the houses were dead, and the streets and alleys were deserted.

Only occasionally there was the heavy sound of military boots stomping on the ground.

In a small building, Song Yun was lighting a fire and cooking soup in front of a large stove.

The oil soup is boiling and the fragrance is overflowing.

Seeing no one around, Song Yun couldn't help sighing:
"What is the meaning of life? What is the meaning of time travel?"

"There must be a traversal system, give me some instructions."

"Could it be that you came here to cook for a group of old men?"

Teng Teng... The sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside.

A gray-haired old man in his seventies, with sparse eyebrows and a dark face, wearing faded leather armor, with his left hand holding the saber at his waist, ran into the small building panting.

Song Yun raised his head from the pots and pans, laughed and cursed:

"You old Li, come to steal chicken legs again? It's too early, the meat hasn't been cooked yet."

Old Li said anxiously: "I don't have time to eat chicken legs, the enemy is coming."

"Enemy? Sand bandits or soldiers?" Song Yun became interested.

"How about I go up and join in the fun? I've been practicing martial arts for a year, and I haven't been to a battlefield yet."

Old Li stared: "What the hell, it's Jingguo's regular army, at least [-]!"

"Fifty, fifty thousand!"

Song Yun was dumbfounded, "You old soldiers, the total is less than three thousand, right? How can you beat this?"

"Don't worry about us, boy, just run away."

Old Li took out a document and a letter from his pocket, and handed them to Song Yun.

"Go from the south gate, go southeast, to the capital."

"Submit General Guo's letter to King Tang, and tell the court that the Anxi Army Town has not been lost."

"The Beiting army has guarded the border for fifty years, and has been defending Anxi to repay the king's kindness!"

"The south is chaotic, you pay attention to safety."

Song Yun took the documents and letters blankly, "Old Li, it's all like this, you can run with me."

"Fart again, I still have to defend the city with General Guo, I don't have time to talk to you." Old Li straightened his helmet, turned around and ran out again.

"Then let General Guo run with everyone." Song Yun shouted at his back.

"The Beiting army is the number one iron army in the Tang Dynasty. How can they flee without fighting?"

Old Li waved his head, and gradually drifted away, disappearing into the empty streets and alleys.

Song Yun was stunned for a moment, looked down at the letter in his hand, and murmured:
"Return to the King of Tang, the King of Tang has forgotten you long ago, right?"

"What a bunch of idiots."

He shook his head helplessly, dried his hands with a rag, scanned a group of kitchens full of food, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Oh, this is going to go suddenly."

"My meat hasn't been cooked yet."

Only now did Song Yun feel that staying in this ghostly place was pretty good.

Although it's a bit poor, but at ease, every day with a group of old guys quarreling, cooking and practicing martial arts, the life is considered carefree.

"Forget it, it's important to save your life."

"I'm only a martial arts student, why don't I just wait here to die?"

He took a bag of dry food and copper coins, and hurried out of the city through the south gate.

Dust was flying outside the city, and the wind violently tugged on the sleeves, as if to drag people to the sky.

Song Yun squinted his eyes, and hadn't walked a few steps against the wind and sand, but heard a dense sound of horseshoes.

Looking up, a long black line is rapidly approaching above the long yellow sand.

This is a cavalry, coming around from the north, seems to besieging the south gate.

Song Yun looked down at his own two legs, and then at the other's four legs.

Suddenly want to cry without tears.

"It can't run."

The cavalry rushing ahead also saw Song Yun, and pairs of murderous eyes were exposed under the black iron mask.

They drew their arrows in unison, drew their bows, and aimed at them.

Seeing this, Song Yun's scalp felt numb, so he could only turn around and run back.

The shrill piercing sound rang in my ears.

"Be careful!" An old voice shouted from the top of the city.

Puff puff puff... Seven or eight sharp arrows almost brushed against Song Yun's heels and fell deeply into the yellow sand.

Song Yun broke out in a cold sweat, and hurried into the city gate.

With a bang, the south gate slowly closed.

Song Yun's face behind the door was ashen.

This is the end of the calf, and I can't run away.

An old soldier at the top of the city poked his head down and said regretfully:

"I wish I had informed you earlier, the people from Jingguo came too fast."

Song Yun sighed, "They have cavalry, so there's nothing they can do."

It is said that the Beiting Army also had cavalry back then.

But the city has not been replenished for decades, and the war horses are all castrated stallions, and they all died of old age in the end.

Otherwise, he could still run on horseback now.

At this time, across the city gate, the sound of trampling hooves could still be heard, as if countless war horses were galloping, and the momentum was frightening.

Song Yun quickly boarded the top of the city and looked out.

I saw a group of cavalry coming from the north, running two miles outside the south gate, but stopping one after another, standing in formation among the long yellow sand.

The horse neighed, the people were silent, and the eyes under the black iron mask stared at the city head indifferently.

Song Yun had seen sand bandits coming and going in the desert like the wind, and soldiers who burned, killed and looted everywhere, but compared with thousands of elite cavalry waiting in full force, those were small scenes.

He swallowed.

"What are these cavalry doing?"

The old soldier at the head of the city spat out the sand in his mouth and sneered:
"Jing Jun only attacked the city at the north gate, and the other three gates are probably the same. Surrounding but not attacking, this means slowly killing us all... Hehe, want to kill us all? It's not that easy."

The old pawn turned his head to see Song Yun's face turned pale, and quickly comforted him:

"Xiao Song, don't panic, several buildings in the city have cellars, and the war won't affect them for the time being."

"Bring enough dry food and water, and go hide inside."

As he said that, the old soldier smiled heartily, "Maybe we won this battle, and I will call you out when the time comes."

"Alright, old Zhang, be careful."

Song Yun turned around, and didn't want to stay at the top of the city any longer, and looked terrified.

Thousands of cavalry marched out with iron hoofs, and it was already a luxury to think of getting out of the South Gate to be able to trample him into a pulp.

Now I can only go back to the city.

But the army is besieging the city, the enemy is outnumbered, how long can the city be safe...

The city of Anxi was still empty and silent.

The eaves of the houses on both sides were covered with dust, and the cobwebs were blown to pieces by the wind.

Walking on the street, only the sound of the wind and his own footsteps can be heard nearby.

But in the distance, shouts came from time to time, and there were also unknown violent impacts.

The battle seems to be extremely fierce.

Thinking of many familiar old faces, Song Yun suddenly wanted to help.

After hesitating for a moment, he continued to walk towards the city center.

Although the three thousand guards in Anxi Army Town are in their seventies and eighties, their martial arts realm is not low.

At least they are all Tier [-] warriors.

There are not a few third-tier warriors and fourth-tier martial artists.

The main general, Guo Xin, is a powerful fifth-order innate martial artist.

If even they can't stop Jing Jun, then I, a first-level martial arts student at the beginning, just at the entry level, will give it away.

"Now that the city hasn't been broken, there's no rush to hide. It's better to send them some food."

"A bunch of old guys, if they fight on an empty stomach, it's really over."

Song Yun hurried back to the small building.

Because of time constraints, I have no time to cook.

Add some pickles to the cooked rice just now, and pour it into the wooden barrel.

Add a few boxes of dry food and water, and stack them full on the four-wheeled wooden cart.

Listening to the sound, the north gate is the most violent, so go to the north gate first to have a look.

Song Yun was pushing the wooden cart, and before he had walked a few streets, he heard a commotion ahead.

Dozens of bloody veterans staggered back.

Seeing Song Yun, they were all stunned.

Old Li walked out with his head clutching his stomach, his eyes widened and he said angrily, "Tell you to run away quickly, what the hell are you doing here?"

"I ran away. There were cavalry intercepting at the south gate, so I didn't run away." Song Yun said helplessly.

Old Li sighed when he heard the words: "Oh, that's all, you hide quickly, the city gate is broken, we are going to fight in the streets."

Song Yun was shocked, "How did it break so fast?"

"Hmph, the other side came prepared and brought new equipment... In short, you should hide as soon as possible."

"Okay, I've already prepared the meal, so hurry up and have a couple of bites and drink some rice soup."

A group of veterans stared at the wooden cart full of food and water, all a little moved.

"Good boy, interesting enough."

"I didn't expect to be able to pad my stomach before dying in battle."

"It's just a pity for this child..."

Song Yun didn't hear their whispers clearly, but only noticed that Old Li's face was pale.

Pulling away his hand covering his stomach, he was startled.

"Your intestines are about to come out, and you still want to fight in the street? Go back with me and sew."

"What the hell..." Old Li muttered and refused to leave.

But Old Li Tou, a second-rank martial artist, was not as strong as Song Yun, a first-rank martial student, and was directly dragged away.

The other old soldiers didn't stop them either, they grabbed a few pieces of dry food and devoured them hungrily, watching the two of them go away.

"Our Beiting army is different. The cooks who have just been here for a year are all good guys!"

"The chef appointed by General Guo himself, how bad is that?"

Sigh!The war horse neighed, interrupting the conversation of the old soldiers.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere in front of him, hoofbeats sounded like drums, and black shadows rushed out of the yellow sand.

The wide-backed thin-bladed cavalry knife was raised against the wind, and under the orange-red setting sun, the smooth surface of the knife reflected dazzling light.

The old soldiers quickly dispersed to the houses on both sides of the street, and shot out their bows and arrows through the windows.

"Heh, Jingguo Liefengqi? When I was young, one could beat two!"

The light of the knife and the shadow of the arrow intertwined and scattered instantly, and the bright red blood bloomed like a flower among the wind and sand.

……

Song Yun dragged Lao Li's head back to their humble home.

More than a year ago, Lao Li found Song Yun unconscious outside the city, drove away the vultures that were about to move nearby, and rescued him back to the city.

When he saw the young man asking questions, he thought that he was robbed by sand bandits, injured and lost his memory.

With the consent of General Guo, Lao Li took Song Yun in his home.

Song Yun was able to live in a safe environment, slowly adapt to the new world, slowly practice martial arts, and by the way became a cook.

In the lonely city of the desert, the peaceful life day after day is like the wind blowing up and down, as if it will go on like this forever...

Until today, the sound of hooves sounded, and suddenly everything changed.

At this time, Old Li heard the faint sound of fighting outside the house, and urged: "Hurry up, boy, I have to go back and kill Jingbing."

Song Yun took out the needle and thread, sterilized it with shochu, then sewed up the wound, and said at the same time:
"Old Li, let's find a place to hide. The gate of the city has been broken. There are too few of us. It is estimated that everyone will be finished."

"Your injury is serious, and it's useless to go up. It's better to hide. Let's come out after Jing Bing leaves."

Old Li grinned from the headache, grabbed the shochu and took a big gulp, his face flushed abnormally.

Hearing Song Yun's words, he let out a miserable laugh.

"Boy, you don't understand. Jing Jun is not a sand bandit. He won't run away after one vote. He mobilizes troops to attack the city. He probably wants to send troops to stay permanently."

"Old man, I'm sorry for not letting you escape. But hiding now is useless."

"This is a mortal situation. The only possibility of survival is for us old guys to kill the opponent!"

"So you should find a place to hide yourself first, and wait for the news of our victory."

After hearing this, Song Yun smiled wryly, scratched his head feebly, and couldn't even get up the energy to sigh.

It has only been more than a year since time travel, and he is about to die again?

The taste of death is not good, even if he has experienced it once, he doesn't want to do it again.

But right now, there was nothing he could do. He was a mere first-rank martial artist, and he couldn't do anything.

Powerless.

Damn...

(End of this chapter)