One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 28 Shocking and shocking, the emperor sent them off in person, and the saint burst into tears
Lake Heart Pavilion.

The old man combed his temples meticulously and wore a very wide robe. He looked at the important members of the central committee and the children who were watching, and said lightly:

"The spies stationed in the holy city in Beiliang sent me a letter, saying that the barbarians are planning to swallow up Xishu in one fell swoop."

The atmosphere was suddenly depressed.

The princes sighed and sighed, feeling the heavy pressure.

"Your Majesty, Western Shu is the barrier of the Central Plains. If it falls into the hands of barbarians, the consequences will be disastrous."

The prime minister Chen Zhigu got up and said bluntly, the vicissitudes of his face became more and more obvious.

"Chen Xiang, last time the coalition forces suffered a disastrous defeat, Beiliang was unable to support them."

Le Lian, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, took the opportunity to answer.

"I have to save!" Chen Zhigu's attitude was very strong.

Le Lian confronted each other: "It's time for Tang, Yan, and Chu to send troops to the west. The strongest cavalry in Beiliang should charge forward? Yumen Pass must be defended, Mobei must be defended, and there is no way to support Xishu!"

"Seven countries work together." Chen Zhigu said concisely.

Facing the stubborn Chen Xiang, Le Lian jumped up against the case and said angrily:
"Chen Xiang, can't Beiliang lose a few dead tombs?"

"Okay." Xu Ting stopped arguing, his sunken eye sockets calmed down.

"let's hit."

The voice is flat and unquestionable.

"Yes..." Le Lian shook his head, feeling unwilling.

"The barbarians are talking about genocidal policies." Xu Ting spoke hoarsely.

In an instant, everyone in the pavilion was terrified.

Le Shangshu, who strongly opposed it, said angrily:
"Fight! You must fight!"

How could he not know the reason why his lips are dead and his teeth are cold? Because the situation in Beiliang is so bad, he is willing to bear the notoriety and oppose sending troops.

But if the barbarians slaughtered the Chinese people and Beiliang stood by and watched, he would be ashamed of the nation at the top and shameless at seeing his ancestors at the bottom!
The Seven Kingdoms split the Tang Dynasty only because after the Anshi Rebellion, the world had lost confidence in Li Tang, and hated the dozen or so short-lived emperors of the Li family who had acted mischievously.

So they stand on their own and try to save the Chinese civilization in another way and restore the glory of the past.

But no matter what, the blood of the descendants of Yan and Huang will not change, the ancestors in the sky are watching!

Just when the atmosphere was tense, the one-eyed eunuch stepped into the Huxin Pavilion and said softly:

"Your Majesty, the brave general, Li Yang Bo Zhang Yifang requests an audience."

Xu Ting's expression turned cold:

"Xuan!!"

All the ministers looked at each other, Zhang Yifang was only a fifth-rank military general, and he was familiar with him because he was stationed at the crucial Yumen pass.

In a short time, Zhang Yifang walked into the pavilion, and before he even bowed down, he was hit hard by the kettle on his shoulder and shattered to the ground with a thud.

"Leaving the pass without authorization, who gave the military order? The border is lost, the barbarians hurt my people, and the center kills you ten thousand times is not enough!!"

Xu Ting was rarely furious, his voice was as thick as a battle drum, and murderous intent shot out from his eyes.

Everyone was silent, and the generals guarding the border must be calm and strictly observe order. Zhang Yifang's move is reckless at the slightest level, and disobedience to the holy order if it is serious. He can be executed on the spot!
"The line of defense was set up before I left, and Yumen Pass is absolutely safe."

Zhang Yifang was submissive, not daring to look up into His Majesty's eyes.

In the past few years, there have been almost no large-scale battles at Yumen Pass, and he always thought that the barbarians would not dare to covet Yumen Pass.

It turned out that the man alone endured everything, and Gu Changan turned the Western Regions upside down with his own power.

"It's hard to give the most reasonable explanation, I'll kill you!" Xu Ting said indifferently.

"Your Majesty, please read." Zhang Yifang held the folded rice paper over his head, and the eunuch handed it over.

The important minister frowned slightly. Could it be that the key information involving the barbarians has reached the point of imminent concern?

But the next moment, their eyes froze.

His Majesty never expresses emotions such as "horror" and "shock" on the surface, because that means it is beyond the scope of control.

But at this time, His Majesty's face was tense, as if he was sad?

"Wei Chen retire."

Zhang Yifang left silently.

He now deeply understands the meaning of "mission".

One person, one city, no matter what desperate situation we face, we must defend the territory of the Central Plains.

A thin and weak scholar, it took him three years to climb out of the Western Regions. He was tortured on the way and never gave up, just because he had a mission.

And his mission is to lead Beiliang cavalry to defend Yumen Pass.

The Huxin Pavilion fell into a long dead silence.

"Your Majesty, what's the matter?" Prime Minister Chen Zhigu was the first to break the silence.

Xu Ting's expression was in a trance, his gaze seemed to transcend the barrier of the vast mountains and rivers, and he saw a mottled city in the desert, and a lonely figure wandering back and forth at the top of the city, day and night.

He moved his lips and said in pain:
"Shouzheng, 63 years, the banner of the Western Regions has not fallen, and the territory of the Central Plains is still there."

"In the hinterland of the barbarian core, there is still a Chinese candle that is shining brightly."

The world is quiet.

There was no sound from Huxinting.

Everyone was surprised at first, then confused, and finally horrified.

These words are no less than a boulder falling into the deep sea, enough to cause waves!
The strong shock made Prime Minister Chen Zhigu's face pale as paper instantly, he lifted the front of his purple robe, and knelt facing west with a snap.

"Father, my son is not filial, my son is not filial!"

The old man kowtowed heavily, his cloudy eyes blurred with old tears.

"Father..." he sobbed.

The hearts of the young princes are sour. The story of more than 60 years ago is too far away from them. It is indescribable to witness the appearance of the Zaifu crying bitterly.

"Shouzheng, your father and 2 Anxi generals created an unprecedented miracle. They fell, and their spirits are immortal."

Xu Ting walked over and pulled Chen Zhigu up, his hoarse voice was full of pain and sentimentality.

Chen Zhigu was in extreme pain and sadness, and the dusty memories deep in his heart surged out again.

It was 65 years ago, when he was only five years old, and he clearly remembered that it was a sunset evening, and an old yellow dog was dozing off at the entrance of the alley.

"Xiao Gu, listen to your mother, study hard, become a high official and wear purple robes in the future, don't be a martial artist!"

Wei An's figure gently stroked the boy's braid, and the father and son finished sharing a piece of crispy, crispy and sweet pastry together.

"Daddy, when will you come back?" Zhitong asked happily. He didn't know the pain of parting at that time, and he even rejoiced that he didn't have to be disciplined by his strict father.

"When the sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms in the coming year." The figure of Wei An threw the remaining small piece of pastry to the old yellow dog.

"Okay." The childish boy ran home, he didn't even say goodbye, and didn't let his father hug him again.

Looking back, I only remember that the old yellow dog chased him far, far away.

How did he know that this was the last time father and son would meet in this life, he should give dad a big hug, and he should give dad the best farewell memory.

"Father, I have done what I promised you. I have studied hard. I am an excellent minister."

Chen Zhigu wept bitterly, as if he had never let go of his grievances to his father.

Why did they abandon their wives and children, why didn't they even send a copper coin home, and why did they just keep silent?
Until now, until he stepped half a foot into the coffin, he was proud of his father for the first time.

It is they who swear to the death in desperation, what a powerful spiritual encouragement they have brought to the collapsed and miserable Chinese nation.

"I still hate you, and I respect you too." He murmured in his heart.

"Your Majesty, show this old minister a look." Chen Zhigu raised his sleeves to wipe off his tears, and took the rice paper, as if he was holding a heavy national history.

The ministers walked over quietly, looking at the plain and simple words quietly, but behind them was the magnificent and turbulent struggle of 63 years, and they went to death one after another, just for something called national backbone.

"Wait for me to go back to the Central Plains, take me back to the Central Plains, return to the Central Plains for me..." Le Lian's eyes were filled with tears.

Perhaps a long time ago, the Anxi Army was still looking forward to returning with honor, imagining reuniting with their families after ending the border defense.

As time goes by, the lonely city gradually becomes painful and confused, where are the reinforcements?Who can rescue Kucha City and bring them back to their hometown.

When there is only one person standing on the top of the city, hope is gone, only the obsession to defend the territory is supported.

"Go to the Central Plains on behalf of the Anxi Army, and the isolated city cannot be forgotten."

"Climb, also climb to Chang'an!"

Le Lian pursed his lips tightly and said in a trembling voice, "They...they never received a single grain."

On the second half of the rice paper, there is a detailed record of a man named Gu Changan.

He let the lonely city stand tenaciously in the midst of the barbarians, and lit the light of hope with his own belief and courage. This is a heroic legend who turned the tide and supported the sky with one arm.

Do not!
In the hearts of the ministers, this is the most pitiful child in the world.

Before he died, the white-headed old soldier was begging, "Chang'an must be alive, you must guard the city well." When all the responsibilities fell on his shoulders, he couldn't even fall down, and there was no one around him.

It's easy to give up, but it's too hard to persevere. The tragic scene of one person beating the drum, the other carrying the flag, and the other killing the enemy, just reading the text description makes me emotional, and I don't even dare to imagine the scene.

"Your Majesty, it's him!" Chen Zhigu looked at Xu Ting.

Xu Ting nodded heavily, and said with a perplexed face:
"It's not the blood of Li Tang, but he is a descendant of Yan and Huang with strong bones. No one knows him, but he is still willing to endure the erosion of boundless suffering for the civilization of the Central Plains."

"What about the three years?" All the officials panicked. Gu Chang'an was 20 years old when the writer Liu Shang left the isolated city. There must have been some lonely and brave deeds that happened during these three years. They were eager to know.

And afraid of receiving desperate messages.

probably dead.

No one can persevere in that cruel environment.

"Your Majesty, tell the Central Plains!"

With firm eyes, Chen Zhigu said impassionedly:

"The declining nation needs to display its spiritual lamps. Gu Chang'an's deeds need to be spread throughout the land of Shenzhou, inspiring the common people to forge ahead in desperation, expel the barbarians, and restore the glorious prosperity!!"

"The national crisis is at the head, the barbarians are ferocious, the rise and fall of China, everyone has a share."

In this era, the hero Gu Chang'an is so needed, no matter how dark it is, he will stand there without retreating a step.

It is not the princes and generals that determine the rise and fall of civilization, let alone the martial arts saints, but the spirit!

Take over the torch held high by Gu Changan, and ignite the fire of hope in the land of Shenzhou!
Xu Ting thought for a moment, then said in a deep voice:

"Don't promote it for the time being, I will send Liu Zhuangshi to Chang'an first, and let the Great Tang spread the imperial edict to the world."

Chen Zhigu was slightly puzzled, and quickly nodded heavily.

63 years ago, the Anxi Army was stationed in the Western Regions under the order of the Tang Dynasty, and now the heroic souls are allowed to receive the glory of a glorious history in the Tang Dynasty.

The Huxin Pavilion fell into silence again, as quiet as an empty mountain and valley.

Maybe it was too shocking, and everyone couldn't calm down until now.

Just a little bit, the corpses of heroes and heroes are buried in the yellow sand, and no one cares about their loyal souls.

Without Liu Shang who climbed into Yumen Pass, the youth and bones of Anxi Army would only be buried deep in the loess.

And now, this blood-stained monument will forever stand on the land of Shenzhou!
The sound of footsteps walking away from the pavilion sounded, and the ministers followed His Majesty to leave the Huxin Pavilion.

……

"clang!"

"clang!"

The majestic and majestic nine-fold palace, the sound of bells and drums, thousands of magpies flying from the east covering the sky, hovering in the sky of Liangzhou, and soaring in the direction of Yumen Pass.

The common people stopped in the bustling streets, and the bells and drums in the imperial city were endless, and the sound shook the sky.

"Good news!" The scholar ranger looked excited, could it be a great victory?
But after waiting for a long time, the court has not yet posted the notice, but the people's emotions are still high.

The imperial city will not beat drums 99 times for no reason, and there will definitely be shocking news.

Liangshan, surrounded by clouds and mist.

The old man in Taoist robes with fluttering white hair stands on the cliff, overlooking the bustling city and the world.

"Master." The cold and elegant princess of Beiliang walked over, feeling very depressed, and said softly:

"Anxi's spirit will definitely change the panic among the people, and the people of Shenzhou will never fall into the hands of barbarians."

"Yeah." Ruan Xian, the only martial arts saint in Northern Liang, turned around and sighed:

"Anxi's army is respectable, but Gu Chang'an is pitiful."

The little princess pursed her lips tightly, her eyes were swollen from crying just now, she didn't want to cry any more.

"He created his own aura, he..." Ruan Xian's eyes were in a trance, thinking of the cruel and world-weary aura at the Yanmen Pass, how much suffering Gu Changan experienced in the unrecorded three years.

Xu Meng couldn't control her tears again.

How far a person has to go in the dark to make himself more cruel than the devil, how lonely he is to get tired of the world.

Gu Changan, you are the most talented person in the world!

You have never left the city, and you have never seen the world after the great change of heaven, but you are still proud and independent, becoming the only amazing genius in the world who has created his own aura.

You can obviously break through the cage and become a goshawk fighting the sky and watching the world. The sky is high and you can fly, and the sea is wide and you can jump.

You will be a saint in the future, and even have the talent to spy on the gate of heaven, but you still trap yourself in the cage, tie the chains on your body, give up struggling, and don't want to get out.

The more Xu Meng thought about it, the more sad he became, he simply squatted on the grass and buried his head in his knees.

It is precisely because of this extraordinary choice that it will bring unparalleled emotion.

Gu Changan has a thousand flat roads to walk on, but he chooses the darkest muddy hell. He can quit halfway, but he steps into the depths of darkness without hesitation, just to make the torch in his hand brighter and brighter.

"Gao Chaoen, I misunderstood you." Ruan Xian bowed deeply to the void, with deep apology in his eyes.

He always felt that Gao Chaoen's death was not worth it, the nation had collapsed to this point, and he should have left a useful body to resist the barbarians in the Central Plains, but he had to sacrifice his life for the "Blood of Li Tang".

Knowing the truth, if it were him, he would also be a spiritual martyr. Only national beliefs are the most precious thing in the land of Shenzhou.

"Master, Gu Chang'an must have killed [-] barbarians by himself. He did even greater things in those three years."

Xu Meng raised her delicate face still stained with tears, she hoped to hear the most complete legend.

"I will go to the lonely city to pick him up." Ruan Xian stood against the wind, with fleeting tears in his eyes.

……

Imperial Medical Hall.

Liu Shang lay on the bed against the wall, his pale sunken cheeks turned red again, but his mind was still restless.

Changan, you promised me that you will wait for me to bring someone back. Grandpa and grandma, you also said that you want to go back to your hometown.

"Xiangsheng, are you awake?" A gentle voice came from outside, and Xu Ting pushed the door open.

Although he didn't know who was in front of him, Liu Shang wanted to force his sick body to get up and salute, but was stopped by Xu Ting with a smile:

"The old man is just here to visit you."

He sent people to Mount Zhongnan. As long as Liu Shang's identity is clarified, the descendants of the King of Medicine will definitely go out to the mountain for medical treatment. This is the responsibility of the Central Plains people!

Liu Shang made several gestures.

"You want to go to Chang'an?" Xu Ting nodded with a smile, "You take medicine and sleep for a night, and when your energy and blood recover a bit, the old man will take you to Chang'an in person."

"Ah, oh, oh..." Liu Shang's eyes were red, Tang Chang'an is the dream of the whole Anxi hero, and he wants to realize the dream of the grandfathers.

"I would like to offer a toast to you, to the one who climbed out of the Western Regions alone, and to the future legend in history."

Xu Ting took the two glasses of apricot wine handed over by the eunuch, and gave one to Liu Shang:
"It's okay to drink."

Liu Shang wriggled his fingers with difficulty, put the wine cup to his mouth and drank it in one gulp, his sparse brows furrowed.

It is very sour and bitter, and it is very choking when it flows into the throat, but you can slowly taste the lingering sweet aftertaste.

Through the dark night, the dawn dawns, will victory be ushered in?

"Have a good rest." Xu Ting helped him tuck in the brocade quilt, and quietly left the room.

Outside the imperial medical hall, all the ministers stood in attendance.

Xu Ting also carried a jug of apricot wine, poured a full glass and held it high:

"I live for the people of Beiliang, and pay tribute to the heroic spirit of Anxi who died in battle."

All the ministers looked solemn and solemn.

Anxi's heroic soul, the true backbone of the nation.

Even if it is based on the interests of Beiliang, if there is no isolated city to involve the troops of the Western Regions, the innocent people in Yumen Pass will suffer.

Without that pillar to turn the tide, all the troops of the barbarian sanctioning officers would have piled up at Yumen Pass.

Xu Ting poured a few more drops of wine into the glass, and said calmly:
"Secondly respect the gods who are blind and have no way."

Prime Minister Chen Zhigu's expression is gloomy, the sky is hateful, why he only cares about the barbarians, if there is no continuous power of heaven and earth brought by the abyss, how can the barbarians be rampant to this point.

But we must not disrespect God.

I just hope that in the future, it can give the Central Plains another point of luck.

"Three respects for the conscience of China, respect for the common people in suffering."

Xu Ting drank it all in one gulp, poured the fourth glass, handed the glass to the waiter, and said softly:

"Save it, I will respect Chang'an in the future."

All the ministers were concerned, hoping that one day, His Majesty's glass of wine would be respected.

Gu Changan was indeed a very great figure in the history of the Central Plains.

He can even pretend to surrender and find the easiest way to break the situation without having to endure all the suffering.

Fake surrender and return to the Central Plains, he is still an indomitable hero.

But even if you lower your head for a moment, that piece of territory will be lost, and the spirit of the Central Plains will be broken, and even if it is reunited, it will leave flaws.

Just because he didn't want to do this, the man who had never left the city in his life chose the path that was cruelest to him.

"Your Majesty, Ruan Xian wants to go to the Western Regions." The one-eyed eunuch walked forward and said in a low voice.

Xu Ting nodded, his deep-set eye sockets shone with determination, and he said in a sonorous voice:

"I will go with him."

All of a sudden, it was like a thunderbolt on the ground, and all the ministers were shaken upside down.

"Be careful!" Chen Zhigu was the first to refute, "Your Majesty can't stand under a dangerous wall, the old minister is willing to go, and pay homage to my father by the way."

The rest of the people joined in.

Even if there are saints as guards, you can't go to the Western Regions!
When the Central Plains learns the truth, the holy city must be close at hand. At that time, the seven-thousand-mile border will be a bloody slaughterhouse. I don't know how many abyssal saints and barbarian warriors will come.

"My will has been decided, the crown prince supervises the country, and the prime minister assists the government!"

Xu Ting's voice was low, but it conveyed a will that could not be refuted.

"Your Majesty, please think twice." The officials were terrified and uneasy, they could send troops, and they could also send enlightened people from Beiliang, but they could not come in person.

Xu Ting was expressionless, his eyes slowly swept across every face, and he said sadly:
"The Chinese civilization has been in existence for thousands of years, and there are thousands of people in the world, but they have been invaded by the barbarians. We must gather the power of Shenzhou to eliminate foreign invasion!"

"Gu Chang'an is still holding the spiritual torch high. This is the most tenacious belief in the Central Plains since the Great Change of Heaven!"

"The common people are watching us, and the barbarians are also sneering at us. If you don't have the courage this time, you will just sit back and watch the Chinese civilization become a foreign slave!!"

The officials were silent, and the decisive voice shook their eardrums and penetrated their souls.

Yes, this era is the most terrifying disaster for Chinese civilization, and the country may be wiped out at any time. The precarious chaos of China in the past is less than one-tenth of what it is today.

Finally, an unprecedented spiritual figure appeared, which is a great opportunity to fight back bravely. If you still hesitate, you will no longer have courage in the future.

Fight if you want, and fight with the strength of the whole country. Who knows whether you will win or lose until the last moment?

"When life and death exist, why should I cherish myself?"

"Throughout the glorious history, no emperor has died in battle. I would like to set a precedent!"

"I died in the Western Regions, and the crown prince succeeded me."

"Gu Chang'an passed on courage to me, and I will also pass on courage to the territory of Beiliang!"

Xu Ting's temples are disheveled, but his body stands upright. He has grown from a refugee to a separatist regime, and he has never lacked courage.

In the past, I had nothing, I only believed that life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky.

Now that I have everything I need, I would like to recommend Xuanyuan with my blood!
The officials did not say a word, but saluted together.

The Western Regions may usher in the twilight of the gods. Since Ruan Xian is going, the rest of the saints in the Central Plains will definitely not stand by and watch, and many old monsters will also stand out in the abyss of barbarians.

Your Majesty also wants to go, not to mention the remaining five kingdoms. As the orthodox imperial power, the Empress of the Tang Dynasty is also the country to which Anxi's heroic soul will be loyal when she dies. She has no moral reason not to go.

Great army, martial arts saints, the Western Regions will definitely become a turning point for the barbarians of the Central Plains.

Shenzhou has been passive for too long. To put it bluntly, it has been beaten and crushed by the barbarians. Now, taking advantage of the national integrity of the isolated city, it should also take the initiative to attack openly.

Blind defense will never drive out the barbarians, only attack, attack, and attack again! !

Xu Ting looked at the Western Regions, and when he calmed down, the majestic miracle of the Central Plains and the Shura image of one person, one city and never giving up appeared in his mind.

"I will go to Kucha City in person and tell Gu Chang'an..."

Xu Ting's expression was sad, he was silent for a long time, and whispered softly:

"I've worked hard for you all these years."

(End of this chapter)