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

Chapter 63 Which Country Are You From?
Jing Jun was killed more than 7 people by Song Yun, and it was fine if he couldn't get revenge, but he was actually compensated by others in turn, which made the generals outside the city furious.

As for giving up Anxi, that is even more unacceptable.Without Anxi, it would be much more difficult for Jing Guo to attack Tang.

As a result, several martial arts masters and masters of Taoism entered the city again, and they also brought along the Ruishi Camp and the Jianghu Camp, trying to solve the problem by force.

Then Song Yun swung his sword and cut off Meng Huo's two fingers in front of them.

Jing Jun and his masters left again in despair.

Meng Huo was able to serve as the head coach of the 20 Jing Army, so he naturally had a high position in the country and a strong background. No one dared to bear the crime of killing him.

It doesn't matter if they are mutilated, if Menghuo returns to Jingguo alive, but his body is missing arms and legs, he will inevitably blame them.

"How can this be good?"

Several strong men and tens of thousands of troops surrounded Anxi all day long, but they didn't dare to make a move, and each of them was deeply distressed.

They really couldn't drag it any longer, and the war with Tang was not over yet.

Now that the elite troops have all retreated to the desert, the Jing army on the Longyou front line is weak, but Tang Guo has slowly reacted and began to take the initiative to test.

If this continues, the results just obtained will be lost in vain.

Tens of thousands of people outside Anxi are slowly suffering in anxiety and helplessness, and they have to endure the wind and sun in the desert.

In the middle of the city, in the hut in the cemetery, Song Yun was boiling a pot of water, happily brewing tea.

There are some dried ham and mutton under the feet, sprinkled with salt and pepper, and are ready to be put into the pot.

This time, the whole city was not set on fire, and a small half of the military supplies remained.

Song Yun used the [Void Storage Box] to carry it, which is very convenient.

The useful supplies were gathered in the remaining camps nearby, and they were filled with eighty tents.

Jing Jun outside the city wanted to grab it, at least he had to set it on fire.

But Song Yun put down his words, and for every tent material missing, he would get a piece of meat.

Jing Jun could only give up.

Gulu Gulu, the pot of water is boiling, and the fragrance of tea is overflowing.

Song Yun poured a cup of tea, blew on it, and drank it all in one gulp, smacking his lips contentedly.

"comfortable."

On the opposite side was a man in his 50s with a hooked nose, unshaven beard, and a haggard face. He was tied up and lying in the corner of the wall, with only three fingers left on his exposed right hand.

It was Jing Jun's coach, Meng Huo.

Hearing the sound at this time, Meng Huo opened his eyes wide and looked over, couldn't help but sighed:

"My Qishan Xianhao... is so violent, so violent! How can you drink tea like this!"

Song Yun chuckled, "The tea I snatched with my ability, I can drink whatever I want."

"You... well, untie me quickly, I will make tea for you personally, so as not to waste this box of good tea, I will only drink one cup, how about it?"

"Okay." Song Yun put down the cup, got up and walked over.

A hint of joy secretly flashed in Meng Huo's eyes.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Song Yun took out a thick and strong rope, and tied it twice.

"What are you doing?" Meng Huo struggled and said angrily.

"Seeing that you want to play tricks again, add an extra layer of protection." Song Yun tied a knot in the rope, patted Meng Huo on the shoulder, and said with a smile:
"Okay, don't even think about running away if it falls into my hands, it will be easier if you cooperate."

Meng Huo said dissatisfied: "I was poisoned by you, and now I don't even have the strength to walk, how can I run?"

"Then I don't know, anyway, you must have a way."

"You—" Meng Huo didn't expect that this young man would be reticent and wouldn't give him any chance, so he groaned angrily.

Song Yun took a sip of tea and started cooking the ham again.

In the past few days, he only picks good food to eat, and they are all specially supplied to Jing Jun's senior management.

Meng Huo glanced at the steaming iron pot, swallowed his saliva, and said kindly:

"Song Yun, this is not an option for the two of us. If you push Jing Jun to a dead end, they may not care about my life!"

"If we both die together, I will live enough at 54 years old. You are only twenty, and you haven't enjoyed a good life yet. Wouldn't it be a pity?"

Song Yun lifted the lid of the pot, took a look, and said with a smile: "Jing Jun is really going to be cornered, how can he still take care of me?"

He said and pointed to the outside of the city, "You besieged Anxi and wanted to block the news, but after all, paper can't contain the fire. When the countries find out that your main force is stuck here, will they not move? You will be busy by then."

Meng Huo snorted softly, "Although there are many enemies in Jingguo, you are the number one enemy now, and we will definitely deal with you first!"

"Then come, I'll be waiting in Anxi."

"...Are you really not afraid?" Meng Huo's eyes widened, "You are alone, how dare you not pay attention to the big picture? The power of the whole country, how can a warrior be able to compete?"

Song Yun laughed loudly, "I'm a martial artist, and I've already killed 10,000+ of you. I don't know how many of you in Dajing can kill me."

Meng Huo looked at the young man in white who was talking and laughing freely, his eyes were complicated, he was silent for a while and then said:
"The king of Tang has no eyes and no talent, so why don't you come to seek refuge with Dajing? I will personally guarantee that the previous grievances will be wiped out. You only need to help us defeat the Tang Dynasty, and you can become a prince!"

"You're wrong, I won't seek refuge with Jingguo, but I'm not from Tangguo either." Song Yun stirred the broth in the pot.

"How is it possible! Which country are you from?"

Meng Huo was shocked. After fighting for so long, Jing Jun regarded Song Yun as a young genius from the Tang Kingdom, but he didn't expect that the other party was not from Tang!

"I don't belong to any country. I guard the city alone, and this place has long been abandoned by the Tang Dynasty. Then I am the Lord of Anxi!"

It was the first time for Meng Huo to hear such a statement, and he was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to react.

He bowed his head and thought for a moment, his eyes flickered, and suddenly asked:

"If I, Dajing, attack Tang, won't you intervene? Aren't you a descendant of the Beiting Army?"

Song Yun turned his head slowly, looking at the quiet and empty cemetery not far away, and several familiar faces flashed in his mind.

"The Tang State has forgotten them, but they have always been loyal to the Tang State... This kind of thing, I am afraid only these old guys can do it."

"I can't do what they do. I can only guard this Anxi City and prevent any enemies from entering."

"I don't care about the court of the Tang Dynasty. Anxi is my home. I hope it can remain peaceful and gradually become what I want in the future."

"Of course, you Jingguo invaded twice and killed all the old guys. Naturally, you have to pay the price, and I don't mind helping Tangguo."

As Meng Huo listened, his breathing became disordered, his lips trembled, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

He went out twice, defeated Anxi twice, and killed so many people. I thought it was due to Tang's resistance.

Unexpectedly, Tang Guo had given up on Anxi a long time ago, and the people who stayed here were neutral!

It's no wonder that Song Yun insisted on staying in Anxi, because he was not from Tang at all, and he had nowhere else to go.

"The previous information said that you retreated to Shuofang Road..."

"Of course I lied to you." Song Yun chuckled, "If you don't let your guard down, how can I get Anxi back?"

Meng Huo looked up at the sky, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he suddenly had the urge to curse.

After a while, he calmed down and said slowly:

"Sikong Cuo did kill the old soldiers of the Beiting Army, but you also killed 10,000+ of us, which is at least even. You should calm down, right?"

"The grievances and grievances are cleared. Why don't we cooperate instead? My troops will temporarily stay in Anxi for a while. After the Tang Kingdom is destroyed, they will all retreat."

"Remuneration is absolutely indispensable, just ask what you want!"

Song Yun stared at Meng Huo a few times, and found that this man was serious, and felt a little inexplicably funny.

After thinking about it, he smiled and said:
"Clear both grievances and grievances? How can there be such an algorithm, anyway, I just see you unhappy, and the old guys must also see you unhappy."

"In order to make me feel better, you'd better get out of here."

"Of course, if you want to enter the city, please feel free, the four city gates are open, I have never stopped you—"

(End of this chapter)