One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 18 Picking up all the cold branches and refusing to live there, the lonely sandbar is cold (7.7k words)
Banners cover the sky.

1 fierce soldiers rolled over the yellow sand, and the golden beast statue symbolizing the Yuezhi totem stood in front.

The three of them were separated from the army.

The old man held a black ax in both hands, and a scar ran across his wrinkled cheek.

The man next to him is wearing a yellow Taoist robe, embroidered with Yin and Yang and the eight trigrams, holding a mane and tail in his left hand and whisking the dust, looking at the bones of immortality.

The blond lady who fell behind was petite and exquisite, carrying a dark iron epee on her back, sinking three feet deep into the yellow sand with every step.

A few wolf flags with the word "moon" fluttering in the wind in front of the formation, Yue Jiuling watched the three great masters closely, eyes full of expectation.

Although she decided to bet all her chips on the gambling table, she hoped to use fewer chips and defeat the mad dog on the other side of the gaming table with only three people.

"Set up camp and march the next day."

Yue Jiuling ordered suddenly.

The generals and staff in the chariot looked at each other, Yue Yafei explained:

"Grandma, it's only past noon."

"Let's say it one last time, business is called your lord!" Yue Jiuling said coldly, the wind and sand blowing on his cheeks made him look old, and said in a deep voice:
"The deity's order is not for questioning."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Yueya left the chariot silently, and arranged for the army to camp on the river beach.

She was keenly aware that her grandmother's spirit was always in a tense state, like a rabid lioness, ready to choose someone to eat at any time.

"Your Majesty, marching slowly is wasting food..." A general approached and gently reminded.

This battle is easy, there is no need to carry equipment, let alone a barrier map, and even the combat policy can be omitted.

Not to mention 1 elite soldiers, even [-] ants and grasshoppers are enough to eat that Han slave.

Yue Jiuling examined him for a while, then said indifferently:

"Disturb the morale of the army, ask to beheaded before the battle!"

Before the general could react, the knife was flickering coldly, and his head flew away from his neck.

"This deity is the god of seven thousand miles, who dares to disobey?!"

Yue Jiuling glanced at the army fiercely, then pulled down the curtain, and closed his eyes in the carriage alone to rest.

Losing this battle will have disastrous consequences.

The lack of troops to govern seven thousand miles, turmoil is inevitable, and this is only the second.

The key point is that the volcano can't hold back!

She shuddered at the thought of the possible exposure of Gucheng.

"Wan Er'erlang, every mouthful of saliva can drown a Han slave, this old man is too anxious." Yue Jiuling murmured.

Before lifting Gu Chang'an's head with her palm, she couldn't sleep well.

Since taking office, she has devoted all her energy to this lonely city, so she should reap rich fruits this time, right?

"The gods help me, the empire will last forever, and the Yue family will be rich and honored forever."

There was a slight sound of prayer in the carriage.

……

A city stood alone in the vast wilderness, looking like a lamp at night.

Every brick wall has experienced blood and death, but now under the scorching sun, it has a magnificent and solemn beauty.

The rolling dust gradually subsided, and the army could not be seen at a glance, like black clouds.

The four fields were eerily quiet, filled with the breath of dying.

The Taoist priest rose from the air, and the whisk whipped up a six-foot-high air wave, and the sound shook the sky:

"Please Gu Chang'an to die."

On the watchtower tower, the man in the red robe has disheveled hair and a glaring red body, as if covering his body with the sins and killings of his life.

Grand and blazing, it seems that he is about to burn himself, and hold his own funeral in front of the army.

"I really think highly of me." Gu Changan poker-faced, descended from the wall along the wall.

The suffocating silence of the battlefield is often more shocking than any killing.

When a person calmly and calmly walks towards the army, what a magnificent and turbulent scene it is, and the world is silent for a moment.

Looking at the bright red robe, the Taoist priest's firm steps and fearless figure are not showing heroism, but just guarding the national beliefs that are not worth mentioning in the world, but are so important.

"The Central Plains loses you!" He said with emotion.

Whether it is stubbornness or foolish loyalty, he admires this kind of integrity, because it is the most noble thing in human nature, and it is also something he wants to have but is afraid of having.

"The blood of Huaxia flows in the body, and it is destined." Gu Chang'an was calm, standing motionless beside the bloody flag.

Yue Jiuling in the chariot has a gloomy expression, she can't interfere with how the great master thinks of Hannu, but she can't tolerate the swaying of the mind of her subordinate Erlang!
All of them looked dull, and there was a look of admiration in their eyes.

"Array, sound the horn!!"

The shrill voice came from the chariot, and it spread across the battlefield through the mouth of the guards.

The fierce soldier shuddered and came back to his senses.

For a moment just now, they were immersed in the majestic spirit of the man in the lonely city, and were faintly infected by the spirit of forging ahead in the dark.

Since joining the army, where have you ever seen such a thrilling scene of one man fighting against all armies?

After waking up, the fierce soldier's eyes returned to ruthlessness.

Hannu don't die, they die!
The empire is the way of heaven, the spirit of the earth, and the world, and those who see it must surrender.

Otherwise, kill without mercy! !
In a short time, the battle towers were built one after another, like an attic on the clouds overlooking the isolated city.

The trumpeter was full of energy, and blew a popular tune in the empire. The leaders of the cavalry team heard the horn, and opened their throats to sing.

The silence was overwhelmed by the clamor of death, and the hundred miles around were filled with crazy roars.

The Great Master of Scar and Double Ax is a typical holy city fanatic. His eyes were full of murderous intent, and he pointed to the sky and shouted:
"The refusal to surrender is to destroy the co-prosperity strategy of all ethnic groups in the Western Regions formulated by the empire, and to slaughter innocent soldiers wantonly. Your soul, Gu Chang'an, is full of sins. Today, I will act for the heavens!"

The twin axes are suspended high and rotate like a top, and the energy is poured in, seemingly with infinite power.

"What a way to do justice for the heavens." Gu Changan nodded and smiled:

"What a head, who will chop it off?"

"punish!"

The two axes fell flatly, completely cutting out the diametrically opposed north-south air waves, attacking the majestic red robe with the momentum of horns.

Gu Chang'an turned a blind eye, staring at the banner and whispering:
"Take a hundred swords from you and cut off your head."

boom!
In an instant, all the barbarian soldiers holding swords were terrified, and the long swords came out of the box for no reason, suspended in the air, and did not stop.

On the battlefield, there are hundreds of sword handles hanging, the sword array is majestic, and the sword is mighty.

"Be careful!" The Taoist priest looked shocked, and subconsciously turned to Scar Warrior.

"No..." He caught the flow of energy, and the whisk rushed towards the blonde woman.

The latter sensed the danger, unsheathed the epee, and the blade burned with flames.

A hundred swords handed each other, like a long winding snake in the air, and the first sword fell vertically with boundless momentum.

puff!
Like a needle and thread passing through a pinhole, before the blond woman raised her arms to resist, the Tianling cover was pierced through, and the whole person was pierced in two, and the plump buttocks really looked like a peach that was split from it.

"cut!"

Taking advantage of the momentum of running around, Gu Changan held Tianxian in his mouth, and the hundred swords hit the burning epee with the final sword force.

Yue Jiuling's limbs were icy cold, and the dismembered body of the woman's great master was like an awl, piercing her heart hard.

die?
how could this be...

"Retreat in formation!!" The chariot guard's pupils shrank suddenly, and he had to overstep, roaring and giving orders.

The Wuzhu epee was knocked into the formation by Baijian, and it happened to fall on the baggage of the army formation. The fierce fire oil inside met the flame of the blade, and burned at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was already noon at this time, the scorching sun hung high in the sky, the heat was already unbearable, and the east wind picked up again, the flames and smoke rushed towards the barbarian army, everyone couldn't open their eyes.

Because of the panic, the barbarians danced with swords and guns in the smoke, and the army was in chaos.

"Damn the Hannu!" Grandmaster Scar witnessed his friend's death, his face contorted, and he drove the two axes down.

Gu Chang'an was originally a desperate game.

All the internal power he brought from breaking the realm was put into one sword, and today he will play the funeral song of death, killing as many as he can.

Without the defense of the air shield, the twin axes fell heavily like mountains, slashing on both arms, and Gu Changan's entire body was blown away.

"The devil!"

Grandmaster Scar's face was shocked, his limbs were able to continue, like a body forged from meteorite iron for thousands of years, the only sound of bone breaking could be heard from the Xeon blow.

Gu Changan fell down in the yellow sand, and some bone residues the size of fingernails fell out of two bloody holes in the bend of his arms.

He tried to straighten his body, but the pain just now was too painful, and it hurt to the bone marrow even if he moved his body.

puff!
Crawling a few steps with difficulty, he picked up the blood sword and pierced his shoulder. The familiar pain and pleasure made him stand up slowly, and blood began to spread around.

"Quickly deploy the net!"

Yue Jiuling noticed the scarlet sword energy, and roared like crazy in the chariot, the armrest of the chair was smashed.

There was a cry from the battle tower in front of the battle, and a number of colorful rocs were entrenched on the wooden railing, spreading their wings and soaring like tacit understanding, and revealed the nets in their mouths one after another.

Suddenly, a strange scene appeared on the battlefield, a huge seven-colored net hung over the man in the red robe, which was strange and mysterious.

"it is good!"

Yue Jiuling waved his fist fiercely. This is the weapon brought by old man Huyan, a roc raised in the abyss.

On the battlefield of Western Shu, Beiliang and Zhao State's [-] reinforcements were suppressed by the new imperial weapons, and the Han slaves were slaughtered like pigs and dogs.

Play all your cards and sing the funeral song!
"Fire arrows!"

Because of the excitement, Yue Jiuling's face flushed red, and his posture returned to the former arrogant.

As the order was conveyed, thousands of powerful crossbows were fired in front of the formation, and the thick and long arrows sank into the colorful net like a storm, and they were densely packed without falling.

The bloody sword energy expanded ninety feet, Gu Changan looked up at the world of arrows, he knew that today he was going to dance with the god of death.

"Destroy Bandits!!"

It was the first time to guard the isolated city, Gu Changan roared hysterically, as if he wanted to vent all his strength for the rest of his life at this moment.

The buried scarlet sword energy surged out, and the blood-colored space condensed above the army formation. Every ray of sword energy leaked blood, as if a fierce beast opened its bloody mouth.

The eyes of Carpenter Qin and several disabled old people in the highest Protector's Mansion in the city were moist. They saw the boundless barbarians, and they also heard Chang'an's unwilling roar.

Maybe death is a kind of relief, Chang'an is too bitter.

The moment the city was broken, these burdens of theirs would definitely commit suicide and die for the country, and they must not fall into the hands of barbarians.

For 62 years, no one in Anxi's army has failed Shenzhou Huaxia.

But the nation failed Chang'an!
Why!

Why not give him a glimmer of hope. He was born in despair 22 years ago and is about to die in despair. Why can't the huge Divine Continent give him light.

Even just a little bit.

In the desert, the blood-colored sword formed a huge fan, and the sound of destroying the air machine was clear and terrifying.

The barbarian trembled and staggered, but the moment the sword energy entered his body, he let out earth-shattering howls one after another.

"mother……"

It was no longer known whether the voice was crying for help or crying, the groans of all the hungry ghosts in Avici Hell.

Before they die, they may all long to return to the place where they were first born, to return to their mother's womb.

The sound of "Mother" resounded through the sky, and an unrecognizable corpse lay in front of the formation, and the yellow sand was covered with blood and mud.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!!"

Yue Jiuling's heart was pierced like a knife, fear and anger prompted her to repeat these two words over and over again.

The Taoist priest's face was pale. This was the most terrifying battle he had ever experienced, and that sword strike would probably be imprinted in the depths of his soul forever along with Gu Changan.

"Send away!"

Its whisk lightly waved, and there was purple air lingering, like a small cloud of thunder descending in front of the body, pushing out horizontally, trying to devour the blood-drenched lonely person.

Gu Chang'an's body was not falling, and the sudden death of a bunch of barbarians nourished his vitality, and the blood sword slashed out obliquely, shaking the ground and destroying it.

The moment before touching the purple group's air machine, thousands of arrows covered by the seven-color net fell one after another, dozens of them were nailed to Gu Changan's body, and the rest smashed away the blood sword with all their strength.

boom!
Purple Qi surged in, and Gu Changan's seven orifices bleed, not flowing out, but pouring in from the outside.

"Hannu!" Scar Grandmaster rushed over in an instant, picked up Gu Chang'an's hair and spun backwards, crashing into the bloody abyss.

The blood sword fell beside him, the peach blossoms bloomed luxuriantly, and the branches were stained with blood.

Exhausted, the wind stopped.

Gu Chang'an was full of arrows, staring blankly at the gradually dimming colorful net cover.

So be it.

The noisy and howling battlefield gradually quieted down, and the battle formation that stabilized the morale of the army moved forward.

"nice!!"

Yue Jiuling opened his arms, embracing the scarlet blood mist that enveloped the sky.

One sword caused her to lose three thousand sons, and before the secret weapon disappeared, this tough and hateful Hannu finally fell down.

It also means that she will get rid of her inner demons, defend the dignity of the empire, and eradicate the last ray of spiritual glory of Chinese civilization!
"Shenzhou is in the east, I must not face west and die."

Gu Changan twitched the corners of his bloody mouth, twisted his head with difficulty, and looked towards the blurred east with his slack eyes.

"I'm tired, I tried my best, I didn't make it, I'm sorry."

The hustle and bustle and sunshine are leaving him, and the past years of defending the city are reappearing in his mind frame by frame.

I actually never regret it.

It's great to die on the territory of the Central Plains.

The Taoist turned his eyes sideways, not even daring to look at the man at the bottom of the abyss.

He witnessed with his own eyes how powerful a person's spirit can explode, and how a lonely person in the dark sheds the last drop of blood.

"stop!"

Seeing that Scar Grandmaster was about to throw a double axe, Yue Ya rushed out of the army on a horse, and said loudly:
"Under the order of your lord, all sons and daughters of the empire will cut a piece of flesh, calling it an honor!"

If Zhe Lansu was present, he would probably be furious and dizzy.

He asked him to "kill him with one strike" so many times, why didn't he carry it out!

The old woman with fluttering silver hair in the chariot was still blinded by the winning chance.

"Sprinkle salt." Yue Ya reined in the horse, looking condescendingly at the abyss.

This is the worst torture in the world.

In an instant, salt particles were flying all over the sky like catkins, and countless barbarians threw refined salt into the abyss, almost piled up more than eight feet.

"Hahahahaha..."

Gu Changan could no longer make a sound, but he was laughing madly in his heart. There were more than a thousand wounds all over his body. When salt grains were mixed with blood, the capillaries were stagnant, and all souls and six souls were trembling.

Snowing.

Let the blizzard come more violently, bury my lonely soul, and wash away the suffering of the nation.

"Cut the meat!"

The cold voice fell, and a fierce soldier jumped into the abyss first.

Gu Changan's consciousness was fuzzy, he couldn't feel the pain of the gun blade piercing his thigh, but suddenly remembered the young eagles he had seen flying.

The young eagle fell from the top of the mountain, desperately struggling and unwilling to sing, and when it was about to be smashed to pieces, it learned to flap its wings and slowly flew to the top of the mountain, and even a higher sky.

Before death, there is still room for redemption.

Yes, there are.

The smell of life force awakens a dying bloodthirsty beast.

Gu Changan wriggled his five fingers with difficulty.

He has seen this peach tree thousands of times every day in the watchtower, and he can perceive where it is only by consciousness.

The finger touched the root of the tree, it was a peach blossom cultivated by his own evil spirit, and it rose from the ground in a single thought.

Boom! !

The huge peach tree was uprooted, and the stems were blood-colored. At the moment when the abyss was shaking, the barbarians who were about to harvest the spoils came out of their bodies.

"Hide!" The Taoist priest was terrified and shocked, and immediately put the dust whisk across his chest, and the purple group of air shielded his heart veins.

Grandmaster Scar only hesitated for a moment, the lush peach petals opened, and the whole tree came to suppress him, and the peach blossom sword reappeared in the world.

"No..." The twin axes were wrapped around the branches, petals fell around him, and wisps of sword energy cut into his neck.

In fact, Gu Changan also forgot that this peach blossom was a spiritual object of the new world, but he didn't want to close his eyes before he died, so he remembered it.

With the peach petals withering one by one, a head with wide eyes is on the branch.

Gu Changan opened his tired and painful eyes, and moved his fingers lightly:

"Sword come."

The blood sword jumped in the abyss, and in a moment it straightened up and fell, piercing through the arm.

The freshly condensed fire was extinguished, like a phoenix that had been nirvana in the raging fire, and the blood mist once again enveloped the whole body.

"Withdraw!" The Taoist priest's scalp exploded, the dust whisk rested on the soles of his feet, his whole body was surging, and Yukong galloped eight feet high.

"late."

The Taoist priest's internal strength was consumed over and over again. Facing the reborn blood sword, he couldn't go back and forth like the man in the abyss.

Clang! !

The blood-colored sword energy that is filled has nothing to do with grievances, but only to protect the lonely city.

There was a burning scar on the back of the Taoist priest, and the purple aura instantly collapsed, and his body fell to the ground and burned. After the death of the great master, even the bones were burning.

All three were killed.

After the tomb-like silence, there is boundless fear, just like the god of death stepping through the chains of hell, devouring the world step by step.

"I want to die, but you don't let me."

Gu Chang'an really stood up, and the hovering peach blossom tree swept across the fleeing barbarians. He was like a blood man just emerging from a sea of ​​blood, with blood marks at every step.

A head hangs on a peach blossom tree.

The petals are withered and withered, and each branch is holding a head, which is extremely eerie.

"impossible……"

Yue Jiuling was paralyzed in the chariot, and the scene in front of her made her fall from the top of the cloud into the abyss. The bleeding man was no different from the devil of the abyss.

Obviously dead.

why not die...

Yueya, who was within half a mile of territory, suffered a sudden cardiac arrest. She clearly felt the rush of blood, which was so intense that it hurt her skin, and even grabbed her fearful soul.

The peach branches continue to add heads, densely packed like the dark trees of the Huangquan River, leaving the heads to cross the Naihe Bridge.

"What are you running for?"

A dull voice came from Yueya's ear, she did not dare to turn back while riding the horse, but her body was lifted by one hand, her scarlet eyes were close at hand.

The savage fell into an out-of-control connection of despair, death, and fear. How could he care about his granddaughter who was captured.

"I asked you what you were running for?" Gu Chang'an's blood was dancing, and he strangled Yueya's neck in the air, and said calmly:

"It's also difficult to dispel the unpleasant smell under your armpits with fragrance."

Looking at the evil spirit soaring to the sky, Yueya was so desperate that she suffocated, trembling and crying like a little girl:

"you are not human!"

"I am no longer a human being, Gucheng and I are already ghosts."

Gu Changan lowered his head and bit her neck, gnawing on a delicate and tender piece of meat, the delicate face of the woman was blurred by the bright blood gushing out.

"And eyes."

Those blue pupils, which were graceful and now filled with fear, were deeply dug out by two fingers.

"Whoever dares to retreat will be killed without mercy!!"

"Array to meet the enemy!"

There was a crazy roar from the chariot, and the old witch of the empire, who had experienced decades of wind and rain, found her courage in the boundless fear.

Once back it's all over.

There are still more than 7000 heroic soldiers, and they have not yet reached the end of the road.

The sound of beating drums resounded through the air, converging with the blood mist all over the sky to form a miraculous war song, which was eerie and tragic.

Like a headless fly, the fugitive encounters the ruthless shooter in the direction of the chariot, with death in front and behind, and can only turn around to face the terrifying blood man.

No matter how confused the barbarians are at this moment, they all know that only by killing the Han slaves can they survive. In the lonely city of thousands of miles, there has never been an option to surrender.

If they want to surrender, will the blood man accept it?
Under such a bloody massacre, amidst the spread of panic, the barbarians managed to maintain order in a short time.

The carved bow was like a full moon, thousands of arrows were fired, and the iron cavalry rushed towards the blood man.

Gu Changan used the fainted woman as a shield, and shot her into a hedgehog with arrows one after another, and the bloody eye sockets without eyeballs were also embedded with sharp arrows.

"Xiaoya!!!"

Watching her granddaughter fall into the bloody sand, Yue Jiuling wept bitterly, biting the blood on her lips.

No one in the world would be indifferent to the death of his grandson, let alone the heir she carefully cultivated.

But after a painful spasm, her eyes were hard and fierce, and she waved her arms under the golden beast statue to encourage the soldiers.

On the left is the head of a peach tree, and on the right is a bloody sword.

Gu Changan walked into the army calmly like this, he hated wound healing, he hated tireless killing, he was even afraid of himself now.

You have to defend this territory.

The scarlet burial sword net shrouded, and the barbarian army that gathered forcefully only by willpower collapsed because of the raging sword energy.

A one-sided massacre.

A solitary figure swung his sword numbly and mechanically, the peach blossoms all withered, and the branches and thousands of heads turned into dust.

Under the blood-red sun, the wriggling half bodies of the desert were filled with red streamer, barbaric and blurred.

It merged with the endless corpses into a sea of ​​blood.

And that man stood in the middle of the sea of ​​blood, maybe there was still blood coming, maybe there would never be an end in sight, but he swung his sword as usual.

Swing the sword again.

That's it.

Purgatory on earth is no match for a hundred miles of desert. From the moment the abyss climbed up, this spiritual city of the Chinese nation has been guarded.

The [-] expeditionary army, the grand masters dispatched by the three holy cities, just disappeared like this.

Yue Jiuling stared blankly at the howling wind, a bone-piercing coldness instantly permeated her whole body.

Is this the end of everything?
Yes, it's all over.

There were less than a thousand light cavalrymen running away from the purgatory slaughterhouse like crazy, the collapsed Yue Jiuling now had only one last thought in his mind——

run.

Her death knell has sounded.

But she couldn't die at the hands of Hannu, she couldn't die in this imperial cemetery.

For a full 60 years, she has been a queen and an old hag who made the empire fearful. Her brilliant and glorious life was completely buried in humiliation and nightmares because of a mandate.

The chariot was running fast, half a stick of incense behind, unexpectedly overtook the light cavalry, and ran endlessly into the distance.

Gu Chang'an stood with his sword, lowered his head to search everywhere, stepped on the dying barbarians, and found several layers of blood-stained banners under the corpses.

He was the only one left standing between the sky and the earth, and swarms of crows and vultures flew from the sky, rising and falling circled with quacking and chirping.

Gu Changan carefully wiped off the footprints on the flag, holding the pole in his arms, silent like a sculpture.

"Brilliant Central Plains, the heavens serve all nations."

He yelled softly.

"Brilliant Central Plains, the heavens are blessed by all nations!"

"Brilliant Central Plains, the heavens are blessed by all nations!"

"Brilliant Central Plains, the heavens are blessed by all nations!"

Old disabled women and children roared with all their strength from the top of the city. They burst into tears, but they were loud and passionate.

In this sea of ​​blood, among more than 1 corpses, the lonely city still has not sunk.

Carpenter Qin choked up and shouted.

In the place where no one cares about in Shenzhou, in the lonely territory of the Western Regions, a 22-year-old man created a miracle recorded in history with his own hands.

What no one has ever done in Chinese history, this child casts the greatest monument in the long river of the Central Plains by himself.

It will never be forgotten, and the Central Plains nation will take over the torch he held high sooner or later.

There is no dark and hopeless situation than one person alone against a thousand troops. When the torch is passed into the Central Plains, starting from Chang'an, it will surely welcome the dawn.

The rearing horse rushed out of the city gate, Gu Changan smiled towards the top of the city, but he didn't even have the strength to get on the horse.

After ending the killing state, he was so tired that he could fall asleep for a few days. Gu Changan tied the noose and drove the horse to drag him away.

The horse galloped forward, leaving two trails of blood on the yellow sand where it passed. After about twenty miles, Gu Chang'an let go of the rope and planted the flag in his arms on the yellow sand.

"Today... Today, Gu Chang'an comforts the martyrs and tells future generations that he has opened up the territory of Shenzhou for [-] miles."

His voice gradually became hoarse, and it sounded so miserable, as if it came from all directions.

In the open wilderness, Gu Changan finally had a good sleep, he fell beside the flag, and the wind and sand quickly buried him.

In the dream, Gu Changan remembered his favorite sentence.

"Choose all the cold branches and refuse to live, the lonely sandbar is cold."

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