One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 1 The last soldier, Gu Changan

In Kucha City, the sky is full of yellow sand.

At the foot of the mountain are densely packed tombstones, and the crooked old woman poured a pot of wine on the surface of the tombstones with a smile.

No crying.

Just laugh.

She has been doing the same thing for 60 years, and her tears have dried up long ago.

In a simple earthen house, a dozen women with sunken cheeks carried out five white-haired corpses.

Inside the house, Shi Chang with frosty temples was also on his deathbed.

The armor was stained with blood, the chest was pierced by arrows, and the air was like a gossamer.

"Chang'an, Chang'an, you are the only one left." He held the young man's arm tightly.

"Grandpa Qin."

The young man's facial features are exquisite, his skin is bronze-colored, but his star eyes, which are usually sharp, are now empty and lifeless.

"Remember!" Qin Shichang's lips trembled, and he said firmly:
"The heart of a pure and loyal soul is as brilliant as a pill even though it has gone through thousands of calamities."

"Ahem..." He vomited blood as he spoke, clutching his chest and coughing up blood.

"Although the glorious and prosperous Tang Dynasty is gone, the spirit of our Chinese nation will always exist, immortal and immortal."

"It will definitely restore the old things, revive... revive the glory!"

The old man exhausted all his strength, opened his eyes wide, and almost roared out these words.

Tears welled up in his eyes after he finished speaking, and tears flowed down his wrinkled face.

60 years ago, he was still a smug young man who left the Central Plains to defend the frontiers of the Western Regions.

This departure from home is a lifetime.

After the Anshi Rebellion, the Tang Dynasty was devastated, and the Central Plains was no longer able to control the Western Regions. Even the throat of the Hexi Corridor was occupied by barbarians.

The Anxi Army was completely cut off, and there was only a single dilapidated city left in the vast Western Regions.

Unable to communicate with the outside world, let alone who the emperor is, there is only one reason to support their will to fight.

The territory under your feet belongs to the Tang Dynasty, and you would rather die than lose it!

"The white-haired army is all over the city, and they will never lose the Mo Dao. They have resisted for sixty years, and they dare not forget the Tang Dynasty."

"I am not ashamed of the country's grace, nor of the nation, but Xiaoyun."

Qin Shichang murmured in a low voice, his breath gradually weakened, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

In his blurred vision, he saw another handsome girl standing under the locust tree and looking into the distance.

"What is your husband doing here?"

"Fight against the enemy!"

"When are you coming back?"

"Next year, or the year after."

"Can't you come back?"

"You remarried!"

"Husband, I'll wait for you for as long as you want."

The door was pushed open, several women burned Qin Shichang's body with numb faces.

Gu Changan stood silently in the corner.

Anxi Army, he is the only one left.

……

Beside the grave, there are thousands of disabled women and children, none of whom are young and strong.

Some dark and young children have firm faces, and when they grow to the height of the gun, they will also stand on the top of the wall to meet the enemy.

"Only Chang'an is left."

The old woman was exhausted physically and mentally, her voice was hoarse, and her muddy eyes looked at the Tang Dynasty flag flying in the distance.

They have not fallen for 60 years, they tried their best!

Really try my best!
Sadly, the Central Plains thought that all the Western Regions had fallen, and never sent a single envoy.

Yes, who would stick to the isolated city for 60 years like this?
He grew food by himself, minted coins by himself to maintain circulation, and did not receive any rewards. Such an impossible feat was accomplished entirely by his passion for the country.

Until now, there is only one Anxi army left.

The heroic Gu Changan who went to the battlefield at the age of ten, the child who was born in the city of Kucha and grew up in a pool of blood and flames of war.

Kucha City has been defended for 60 years, what's the point?
"Chang'an, come down; Chang'an, come down." The old woman repeated.

The women present burst into tears.

Come down!

He is only 20 years old, he is still young, he can no longer die on the city wall.

What's the point of continuing?

They have been forgotten by the Central Plains, no one knows what they have done, and no one will applaud them.

Gu Changan came out with the same calm expression as before:
"Don't drop!"

The old woman stared at him and snapped:

"As the widow of Guo Xin, the guardian of Anxi, I order you to leave Qiucha City."

Guo Xin, Guo Ziyi's nephew, was also the general guard of the Anxi Army, and died in the battle 30 years ago.

"For 60 years, no one in the Anxi army has surrendered or been captured. Grandma, do you think I want to set this precedent? Am I going to be a coward?"

Gu Changan looked directly at her and made a loud noise.

"You are different. You are brave and invincible. The barbarian country persuaded you to surrender many times and promised you the position of General Fenwu. The tribes in the Western Regions also asked you to surrender."

"It doesn't make sense for you to sacrifice, Datang, Datang, where the hell is Datang? Is he dead? Who the hell knows."

"If you try your best, God will not blame anyone."

In the crowd, the white-haired old man with his arms broken hissed and roared.

This child grew up eating Baijiafan, and his name is the ambition of the entire Kucha city.

Changan.

Changan.

Look up to see the sun, but not Chang'an.

"This city has been defended for 60 years, so why not stick to it for a lifetime? As long as I am still here, this Tang flag will not fall down."

The young man was like a pine and cypress, and he left silently after speaking, heading towards the city wall as usual.

The mottled and dilapidated city walls are full of blood, and the flags of the Tang Dynasty are flying in the wind.

Gu Changan took off his armor and stood alone in the watchtower, letting the wind and sand prick his cheek.

Once crossed into a baby in the city of Kucha, his father died in battle, and his mother became ill from overwork. He passed away when he was three years old.

He grew up with snacks, and he joined the army at the age of ten and set foot on the city tower. It has been ten years now.

It seems that every traveler has cheats, and he is no exception.

【Kill the enemy and become stronger】.

In the past ten years, his personal martial arts has reached the peak, and he doesn't even know what level he is in, but so what?

The white-headed comrades around him died in battle one by one, and he also had to guard the lonely city and die slowly.

In this life, can you take a look at the imperial capital Chang'an?

"I'm the only one left." Gu Chang'an laughed at himself, "Will history books remember me? Will future generations praise me?"

After a long silence, he asked softly to the setting sun and evening wind:
"Is Datang still there?"

Yes, he is familiar with history books, guessing that Tang Dezong or Tang Suzong is probably in power now, in short, they are all puppets supported by eunuchs.

But what if history has changed?
"The nine heavens close the palace, and all nations wear their crowns and pay their respects."

"Your magnificence will make the world look up to you a thousand years later, and your downfall will make the Chinese descendants sigh. Great Tang, oh Great Tang, there are fools who are still sticking to you."

Gu Changan's eyes were in a trance, quietly like a sculpture.

In his previous life, he also saw the deeds of Anxi Baitou Army defending the lonely city alone, tears filled his eyes every time, and he was proud of the strength of the Han family.

But when he became one of them, he realized how desperate it was!

Endless despair!
The Tang Dynasty lost the Western Regions for a thousand years, and the goodbye is Kang and Qian.

It was not until 1000 years later that the Western Regions returned to the embrace of the Central Plains!
It is impossible to have reinforcements in the current city of Kucha, the trade routes have been cut off by barbarians, and it is difficult for even a merchant to pass through, and it is impossible to deliver news, let alone reinforcements.

A weary and desperate soldier.

A single soldier with no applause.

Gu Chang'an could see his end, exhausted from killing the enemy again and again, his fists were overwhelmed by tens of thousands of opponents, and finally died of exhaustion.

In fact, he is not afraid of death.

But he didn't want to let down the 60 Anxi undead for [-] years!

He just wanted Chang'an to know, he wanted the entire Central Plains to know.

Anxi did not retreat!

In the Western Regions, there is still a piece of land under the jurisdiction of the Tang Dynasty!

This blood-stained land has not changed hands for 60 years, and the Anxi Army has not lost its territory!
Not one of them surrendered, not one was captured!
"That's my mission, that's what my life is all about."

"People are in the city, and they will never retreat."

Gu Changan took off his helmet, walked down the watchtower with disheveled hair, and inspected the defensive equipment in various places on the city wall.

For 60 years, the Anxi Army has built a solid wall defense, which is one of the reasons why it has been able to hold on for 60 years.

"In the Qin Dynasty, the moon was bright and the Han Dynasty was at the pass, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned."

"But let Longcheng Fei be there, and don't teach Huma to go to Yinshan."

Gu Changan sang softly, and the sound drifted far, far away along the wind.

This frontier poem was adapted into an Anxi military song. I remember that when I was born, thousands of voices on the city wall roared in unison, shocking the sky.

When he joined the army at the age of ten, he could still hear the sound of thousands of songs, and the faint smiles on the faces of the white-headed grandpas.

At the age of 15, there are only 200 singers left. Everyone is holding wine jugs, singing while drinking, and the voice is loud enough.

At the age of 20, he is the only singing voice left, which is clear and peaceful, and can still hear a loud echo.

suddenly.

There was a roar in the distance, and the galloping horses caused the ground to vibrate violently, rolling up the sand all over the sky.

Gu Chang'an's eyes were calm, he was wearing a helmet and armor, and calmly wiped the bronze long sword.

Born in the desert, as soon as he heard the sound, he knew that about [-] enemy troops were about to attack.

The bright yellow flag gradually appeared, and three hundred riders galloped across the desert, crossed the long river, and arrived at the city of Kucha with an unstoppable momentum.

They raised their heads one after another and looked at the condescending and handsome man with fear and admiration in their eyes.

Yes, it is admiration.

In fact, the entire Western Region has nothing to do with Datang, and even the Hexi Corridor, which he relies on the most, is lost. Datang is now a sick tiger on the verge of death.

Not to mention meddling in the Western Regions, which Central Plains person would dare to approach Yumen Pass?
This lonely city has stood firm for 60 years!
At first, the Great Barbarian Empire spent a lot of troops to attack the city, but was stubbornly resisted.

Today, the empire is gradually not caring about this tasteless city, not to mention that the white-headed army inside is dead, so fewer and fewer soldiers and horses are sent to attack the city.

but.

Conquering this city has become an obsession!

Now, if Gu Changan doesn't surrender, he will be crushed!
"The surname Gu, surrender or not!"

The blond-haired and blue-eyed general at the head spoke harsh words and yelled loudly.

His purpose this time is to conquer the city of the Tang Dynasty, which is lonely in the Western Regions.

But in terms of value, it is obvious that the men on the city wall are thousands of times more.

The true bravery of the three armies can only be described as terror.

"No retreat."

Gu Changan repeated the action of wiping the sword.

The understatement of two words shows his tough attitude.

A group of barbarians looked at each other, their eyes gradually turned fierce, since they had no choice but to capture them alive, and continue to resist and kill them!

"Climb to the city!"

The blond leader roared angrily.

In the past, they could use catapults, kerosene, etc., but now there is only one person on the city wall, so Gu Changan can definitely avoid it easily.

For now, the only way is to go to the city.

It is impossible for one person to prevent three hundred riders from ascending the city.

The knights all got off their horses, and lowered their black spears in unison, the blackness was like the teeth of the god of death.

"Ho!"

With a low shout, the two climbing ladders moved to the city wall, and the barbarian army quickly climbed up, and there were no attacking arrows above them.

That's right, there is only one person, how to deal with the dragon climbing the city?

"Boom!"

"Dong Dong Dong!!!"

The war drum was beating, and Gu Chang'an frantically beat the giant drum with a wooden mallet in his hand, and the sound of one person could reach thousands of troops.

No one beats the drum, he does.

The people in the city stood on the street, quietly staring at the figure at the top of the city in the distance, their straight backs never bent.

After beating the drums to add to the fun, Gu Changan gently held the bronze hilt, his eyes glaring.

Like a butcher-hunter waiting for his prey.

After a while, the barbarians climbed to the top of the city one after another, shouting and killing the river.

Suddenly, he saw a spear slanting towards Gu Changan's arm like a shooting star chasing the moon.

Clang!
As the sparks flew, Gu Changan swung his backhand horizontally, as if splitting the spear in two with his palm.

The momentum is heavy! !
The Uighur soldiers felt their guts were overwhelmed, and when they glanced sideways, the hand holding the knife was dripping with blood, and the tiger's mouth was shattered.

He was horrified, and when he came back to his senses, a cold light flashed over him.

The head with constricted pupils soared into the sky, and was cut alive by the long sword.

Gu Chang'an swept away the enemy army like a gust of wind, and the killing power poured down like a shower.

The minds of many barbarians went blank, all thoughts were lost, and blood was gushing from holes all over their bodies.

"Get out!" Gu Chang'an's eyes were scarlet, and he started killing in the city tower, and no one could hurt him.

Can't even touch the armor.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed leader was very panicked. He came forward to fight bravely, and he had already prepared enough formations, but he still underestimated Gu Changan.

Is this fucking human?

It's a god-killing reincarnation!
The battle was fierce, and the barbarian army became more and more timid as they fought. As long as they defeated this man, they could sit on this city that had not been broken for 60 years.

But that person is like an insurmountable mountain, calmly lying in front of him, telling the Western Regions in a cruel way of massacre——

He is not dead, the city is not lost.

"Withdraw!" The leader was terrified, and he really didn't dare to gamble with his life anymore. It was better to run away and be punished than to die.

One by one Uighur soldiers frantically fled to the climbing ladder. The leader dropped his spear and just touched the bloody city wall when an arrow pierced his head.

Gu Changan stared at him indifferently, then opened his crossbow and pointed at the fleeing barbarian army.

At dusk, blood flowed all over the top of the city, there were large expanses of scarlet blood everywhere, and fragments of severed skulls and stumps scattered on it, the scene was extremely tragic.

……

Some women piled up the corpses and burned them, and the ashes were scattered on the yellow sand outside the city. The ashes of the enemy were not worthy of staying in the territory of the Tang Dynasty.

Gu Chang'an stayed in the watchtower drinking, shed his blood-stained armor, and his white clothes and long hair danced in the wind.

Before night fell, the moon was already high in the sky, the cold wind came suddenly, and the blood mist swept across the air.

"If there is Tang Zhaozhao, heaven will serve all nations!"

Gu Changan roared without warning, his emotions suddenly lost control, tears wet his cheeks.

Killing three hundred enemy troops has never frowned, but now tears are streaming down the face.

He is so lonely.

He wanted to tell his comrades-in-arms that he showed his might and killed [-] of them, it was as easy as picking grass and cutting flowers, but how could there be anyone around him?
He is so desperate!
After killing [-], he can still handle another [-] next time. How about another [-]?
In an isolated city thousands of miles away, he didn't have a single reinforcement, and there were a thousand old and weak women and children standing behind him.

"I'm only 20 years old."

Gu Changan couldn't control himself anymore, curled up in the corner, hugged himself tightly, his body twitched violently.

He knew the formula of black powder, and he wanted to blow up the enemy, but Kucha City didn't even have the most basic materials.

Yes, food security is enough for a city that has been closed for 60 years, how can we ask for more?

The ancients said that the body of a mortal is comparable to a god.

But after all, I am only a body of flesh and blood.

How long should this despair last?

I can't die, I want to stick to it, and I want to let the Central Plains know the tragic story of the Anxi Army for 60 years.

Wiping away his lonely tears, Gu Chang'an slowly got up and regained his usual composure.

When night fell, he stood alone at the top of the city, and the moonlight shone on his shoulders, which was his hometown.

(End of this chapter)