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

Chapter 32
In the northwest of the Tang Kingdom, Shuofang, Hexi, and Longyou, the three Jiedu envoys had long known that Jingguo was about to send troops.

But no one planned to rescue Anxi, they just guarded their own territory.

Therefore, unlike what King Tang Yu thought, when the news of Jing Jun's defeat came, the three Jiedu envoys were the most surprised.

Because they know Anxi's situation best.

"A barren city that doesn't shit, the Beiting government soldiers inside are dying of old age, right? How could they defeat Jing Jun?"

"Check, send troops to check."

Teams of cavalry broke through the wind and sand and ran straight towards the desert.

Spy agents from various countries, disguised as businessmen, refugees, etc., are also gathering at the location of Anxi City.

An isolated city that has been neglected for decades has unknowingly become the focus of attention from all over the world.

Song Yun didn't know anything about it at the time.

Jing Jun was defeated and fled. He did not go out of the city to pursue him, because [Anxi real-time map] could only see the situation inside the city.

Within the city, all enemy positions are under control.

But when he left the city, his eyes were darkened, and he was easily attacked by Jing Jun's martial arts master.

Song Yun stood at the top of the city, saw the remnants of Jing's army fleeing away, and made a full circle around the Anxi city wall to confirm that there were no enemy troops staying nearby.

When I came to the southeast section of the city wall, I found a pile of corpses outside, and several mules and horses that had been hacked to death with knives.

Song Yun's eyesight was already very strong, and he could still see the features of the corpse clearly from two miles away.

"Too bad, these days seem to be the days when caravans enter the city!"

His heart tightened.

The veterans have guarded the city for 50 years and cannot be completely self-sufficient.

Every two months or so, a caravan enters the city.

At that time, the old soldiers will buy other necessities from the caravan with cloth, corn, bacon and the like.

In fact, this is a loss-making business for the caravan.

Risking being robbed by sand bandits, going deep into the desert, and trading some ordinary goods in the end, a shrewd businessman would never do this.

The reason why the caravan insisted on entering the city regularly was because they knew the situation of the veterans of the Beiting Army.

The members of the caravan had heard about the glory of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and they also hoped that the perseverance of the veterans would bear fruit, so they gave their support as much as possible.

Otherwise, the trade route would have been broken long ago.

Song Yun looked around and saw that there was nothing unusual nearby, so he quickly jumped off the wall and went straight to the pile of corpses.

Turning over a few corpses, wiping off the sand and blood on their faces, they were all familiar faces.

This caravan should have arrived yesterday evening. They planned to go to the city to spend the night, but they ran into Jing Guo cavalry instead.

Many of these peddlers are skilled in martial arts, and they all carry weapons, so it is no problem to deal with ordinary sand bandits, but they have no resistance against elite Jingqi.

Song Yun punched the ground hard, smashing a deep hole in the sand.

"People from Jingguo, if I catch you next time, none of you will be able to escape!"

At this time, there was a weak muffled hum from the pile of corpses, so soft that ordinary people couldn't even hear it.

Song Yun quickly spread out all the corpses, face up, leaned over and looked at each one carefully, checking breathing and pulse.

Finally, a skinny boy with a broken arm was found alive.

Song Yun had seen this man before, he was the son of an old member of the caravan, he inherited his father's business as a merchant, and he had been to Anxi twice before.

Song Yun took out a Fuyuan Huayu Pill, gave him a drink, and tied the wound of the severed arm with a string to prevent further blood loss.

After some treatment, the boy's pale face finally recovered a little blush, but he was still in a coma.

Song Yun carried him back to the city, including the corpses of other caravan members, and moved them into the city, waiting to be buried with the old soldiers.

There are only a few carcasses of mules and horses left outside the city, and there is no need to deal with them, because soon the vultures in the desert will come flying with the smell of blood.

At this time, there were only two living people left in Anxi City, Song Yun and the boy with a broken arm.

Outside the flames, there were ruins everywhere, charred corpses, war horses and flags lying crookedly on the street.

Only an area in the south of the city was better, which was the last stronghold of the old soldiers. There were enough sandbags, and trenches were dug to prevent the fire from spreading, and several houses were left intact.

Song Yun settled the boy with the broken arm in the house, and then began to dispose of the corpses all over the city.

Jing Jun's corpses were directly piled up and burned, and Jing General's head was cut off, and the fish-scale black armor and excellent weapons were put into the [Void Storage Box].

Although the main general of the Jing army was not killed in this battle, Song Yun and General Guo killed a total of six innate martial artists, all of whom were at the level of participating generals.

In addition, there is a young master, whose status is only high but not low.

The heads of these people are the best sacrifices.

The banners of Jingying, which were a little better, were all put away by Song Yun.

When the old soldier's body was found, he wrapped it in a Jingqi flag and moved it to an open space in the city for burial.

This is more time-consuming, and after a long time of work, only a small area of ​​the city has been processed.

Song Yun fought fiercely from last night to dawn, and then tossed until noon, and finally felt a little tired, so he took a short rest.

At this time, the one-armed boy had already woken up, and was kneeling beside the corpse of the caravan, holding his dead father's cold hand and weeping silently.

Seeing Song Yun, his eyes widened slightly, hesitantly said: "You are Song, Song..."

Although the two knew each other, Song Yun's aura was already incomparable. His body was a full circle thicker, his movements were vigorous and powerful, and his eyes contained fierce killing intent.

The one-armed boy looked at him and shivered uncontrollably, naturally he didn't dare to recognize each other.

"I'm Song Yun, your name should be Gao Hanqing, right?"

The one-armed boy Gao Hanqing nodded, turned his head to Song Yun and said, "Thank you, Brother Song, for the rescue. Are the others here—are they still there?"

Song Yun pointed to the distance, there were already hundreds of corpses of old soldiers lying neatly on the ground, wrapped in the black Jingying banner.

"Bei Ting Army, I am the only one left, and the rest of the soldiers have all died."

Gao Hanqing's eyes trembled, "Did Jing people do it?"

Song Yun nodded, "Jing Ren has already been killed by me, don't worry, you will recuperate here first, and when you want to go home, tell me, I can give you a ride."

Gao Hanqing showed a sad look, shook his head and said: "All my relatives are in the caravan. If they die, I will have no home."

"There must be a place to live."

Gao Hanqing continued to shake her head, "It's just an empty house, there's no point in going back."

He lowered his head and stared fixedly at the faces of the caravan members, his eyes gradually turned from sadness to anger.

"My father once taught me that when we are doing business in the Northwest, we must keep our word, act resolutely, repay kindness and revenge!"

"Brother Song, if you can kill Tui Jingbing, you must be a master of martial arts."

"Can you teach me so that I have a chance for revenge?"

(End of this chapter)