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

(Amendment, Gu Changfang is the head of the team, not the head of the team. He leads 20 people. There is a typo in the front.)
Looking at the flames soaring into the sky, the cavalryman Shi Chang Gu Changfang had a complex expression, feeling like crying but not crying.

He was very clear about what he had done - helping a killer from the Tang Dynasty lurking into the army!
If this kind of thing comes to light, with Jing Guo's strict laws, it is very possible that he will be wiped out of the three clans.

But if you confess... Gu Changfang couldn't help touching his stomach, the internal organs were burnt and turned into black smoke, he didn't want to experience this feeling.

"First find a way to get the antidote, and then kill this killer..."

"Or kill the killer directly and find the antidote from him."

Gu Changfang was thinking a lot and kept thinking, at this moment, Song Yun suddenly patted him on the shoulder, startling him.

"I advise you not to think about it." Song Yun smiled, "The antidote will definitely be hidden in a place where you can't find it, and if I feel that you have plotted against me, then we will die together. with."

Gu Changfang's body shook, showing a smile uglier than crying, "You don't have to think too much, I will fully cooperate."

"That's right." Song Yun patted him again, "Relax, we won the battle after all... But you have died a lot under your command, so you don't have to look too happy, just be normal."

Gu Changfang barely maintained a calm expression, explaining to Song Yun the various details that need to be paid attention to in disguise.

Then, not far away, the whistle of assembly sounded.

"It's our cavalry team—" Gu Changfang's face changed again, and he turned his head to look over.

"I said before, I want you to be normal. You have a good look. Don't just turn your head and look at me. Do you want to die together?" Song Yun glared at him.

Gu Changfang hurriedly turned around, "Wang... Hu, let's go gather."

"now it's right."

Immediately, the two of them got to work, gathering the horses of the dead comrades, and the horses carried corpses on their backs.

Gu Changfang was at the front, Song Yun was at the back, and the two led the horse team towards the assembly point.

The cavalry in charge of other streets also rushed out one after another. Seeing Gu Changfang's miserable appearance, they raised their eyebrows slightly, but they were not surprised.

Although the number of old soldiers in Beiting was small, they fought extremely tenaciously. There were always a few unlucky teams who encountered hard stubble and suffered heavy casualties.

Soon, all the members of the B Cavalry of the Third Light Cavalry Battalion were assembled, and all six commanders arrived.

Among them, Gu Changfang is undoubtedly the worst, only "Wang Hu" is left under his command.

But the other leaders were not much better, at least [-]% of them were killed or injured.

These teams need to be spread out to clean up the neighborhood thoroughly, so it is normal for them to have high risks and high casualties.

Gu Changfang reported the results and damage in fear, but fortunately he was not reprimanded. The cavalry team was stern, but they just gave a few words of encouragement, and then led everyone back to the camp.

The camp of the [-]rd Light Cavalry Battalion was near the west gate. After returning home, everyone rested and burned the bodies of their comrades who died in battle, collected the ashes, marked them one by one, and prepared to transport them back after the battle.

Anxi is hundreds of miles away from the mainland of Jingguo, and the supply line in the desert has not been established, so it is impossible to transport the corpse back.

...

The officers were busy reporting meritorious service, but Song Yun, the leading soldier, had nothing to do. He spent all day burning corpses, caring for horses, eating and sleeping.

He kept Wang Hu's persona, he was taciturn, he didn't chat with other people, and no one came to him, so there was basically no risk of exposure.

His daily behavior didn't show any abnormalities either. He seemed to have really turned into Wang Hu, an ordinary low-level cavalry soldier in Jing Jun.

Time passes quickly in the illusion. According to Zhang Yue, she once stayed in the eighth-level test for a full year, but in reality it was only half an hour.

So Song Yun could afford it.

……

In the main camp, the white-haired Lord Wu Lie Bai Xiang was at the top of the seat, and the famous three-pointed two-edged knife was on the side.

Bai Xiang listened to his subordinate's report with a calm expression.

This battle is crushed with an absolute advantage, and winning is a matter of course.On the contrary, it was the tenacious resistance of the old soldiers in Beiting, which caused thousands of deaths and injuries to Jing Jun, so he didn't feel very satisfied.

The atmosphere in the tent was a bit dull. For Jing Guo soldiers, the capture of Anxi was just an appetizer, and the main event was the attack on Tang State itself.

This time, Jing Guo will attack with all his strength, attacking from the desert, and break through the Tang country in one fell swoop!
"Prepare!" Bai Xiang shouted in a deep voice.

"I hope you all will work hard and go straight to Chang'an!"

Suddenly, he remembered the fiasco decades ago.

A mysterious swordsman joined forces with Zong Chenyuan to block the eight powerful venerables from the Four Kingdoms in the Northwest!
Among them, his uncle, the famous general Bai Jian, died at the hands of the swordsman.

This time, Bai Xiang is coming to revenge!

The troops of each battalion are tensely preparing for battle.

The teams with too many casualties before were temporarily merged and reorganized to restore their combat power as quickly as possible.

In Gu Changfang's case, only the chief and "Wang Hu" are left as soldiers, and they originally planned to be assigned to the other party directly.

Gu Changfang found the team to apply, saying that he wanted to stay in Anxi and be responsible for protecting the supply line.

"Are you sure?" Dui Zheng's eyes widened.

Although the war was cruel, Jingguo's military exploits and rewards were quite generous, and those who performed well could even be conferred titles directly.

Military merit is only obtained at the front line, and there is no merit but hard work in the rear.

Therefore, Jing Bing all longed for the front line of the battlefield and didn't want to shrink back. This was the first time the team had seen such a request from Gu Changfang.

"I'm sure." Gu Changfang nodded vigorously, trying to hide his uneasiness, "I have almost lost all casualties in this battle. I feel that there is something wrong with my state, and I want to adjust in the rear."

"My subordinate, Wang Hu, also intends to join me."

"Okay." The cavalry team pouted disdainfully.

What adjustment state?It's nothing more than being afraid of being killed, two cowards.

Now the Jing army's morale is like a rainbow, and many people want to go to the front line, but there are not enough manpower to stay behind. Gu Changfang's application was quickly approved.

In this way, Song Yun was transferred to a grain guard cavalry battalion as he wished, responsible for protecting the supply line in the desert, and stationed in Anxi on a daily basis.

He was very satisfied with this transfer.

However, Gu Changfang was very depressed. His reputation as a "coward" had already spread, he dared not go to the front line, and retreated to the rear, and became a laughing stock for a while.

But there is no way, what if I go to the front line and take the antidote every five days?
Thinking of this, he hated Song Yun so much.

But when he turned his head and saw Song Yun's expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, Gu Changfang couldn't help but feel hairy.

This one killed more than a dozen people by himself, but they were all wiped out without even calling for help.

For a master of this level, killing him is like killing a chicken, let alone poisoned.

"Oh, what should I do..." Gu Changfang couldn't help but sighed.

Song Yun didn't pay attention to Gu Changfang's small thoughts. This person is greedy for life and afraid of death, and he can't make any troubles.

He quickly packed his luggage, and together with Gu Changfang, rode to the Huliang Cavalry Battalion to report.

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