One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 36: Millions of soldiers press Yumenguan, the Barbarian Emperor pulls out of the Temple of Heaven, and the war is about to break out!
In the dark forest, the air is thin, and a desolate and dilapidated castle stands tall, surrounded by sticky and wriggling barnacles.

But here, instead of bringing a sense of fear, it makes the blood in the whole body faintly boil.

Abyss Castle!

The land of blessings favored by heaven, the empire rose because of it.

Mandi, dressed in a sacrificial dragon robe, stood quietly, followed by the twelve judges of the center.

"Are you ready?" An old woman in a wedding dress walked out of the castle, one step at a time.

"My imperial conquest, I swear to the death to suppress the Han slaves in the Eastern land!" Mandi said loudly, and when he looked up, he saw figures in the castle overlooking him.

"Beth, how many soldiers and horses are there in Dongtu?" The old woman in the wedding dress looked at the female judge in charge of intelligence collection.

The latter took a few steps forward and replied respectfully:

"Including logistics civilians, there are a total of 130 million, and 70 soldiers capable of fighting."

"How many troops is the empire planning to send?" The old woman in the wedding dress turned to look at the Man Emperor.

"45 is enough, the advantage lies in the empire." Emperor Man's tone was calm, but with strong confidence.

The Battle of Western Shu has already proved the gap in combat power between the two sides. One soldier of the empire has outmatched the four Han slaves in the Central Plains, and it has the advantage of fighting locally.

"60." The old lady in the wedding dress said coldly.

The face under the Mandi mask froze.

He wanted to fight a hearty victory to regain his prestige, but he didn't expect Abyss to question his leadership ability so much.

The judges were also slightly embarrassed.

"Yes." Barbarian's voice was hoarse.

"Keep the enemy out of the country, and Han slaves cannot be allowed to step into the empire's territory." The old lady in the wedding dress had a tough attitude, almost expressing the bottom line.

"I also use this strategy, but..." Mandi paused, and said in a deep voice:

"But that lunatic is really hateful and uncontrollable!!"

The atmosphere was suddenly silent.

The judges looked at each other, feeling helpless.

There is no way, it is impossible to let millions of Han slaves march into the Western Regions and show off their power in the empire's territory.

Since we want to defeat the Central Plains at the Yumen Pass, Gu Chang'an will be the one to take the back. This person is the biggest cancer in the Western Regions!

"It's impossible for a madman to leave the city. Don't worry about him sneaking up on the rear, and don't divide your troops to manage him."

The old woman in the wedding dress looked calm, and just reminded her:
"Leave him!"

The Emperor Man hummed, the morale of the empire had already been plummeted by Zhan Sheng, and there should be no further troubles before the battle.

To put it bluntly, even if two saints are sent to chop off the lunatic, it will only arouse the anger of the Central Plains, which will invisibly increase the combat power.

If the lunatic is not dead, the Central Plains will be even more motivated.

As far as the empire is concerned, it is a failure no matter what, and the best way is to temporarily ignore Gu Changan.

"How many saints are you going to dispatch?" the old woman in the wedding dress continued to ask.

"Eighteen!" Mandi did not hesitate.

"There are only nine martial arts saints in Dongtu." The old woman frowned deeply.

Mandi looked at the female judge.

Beth explained:
"30 years ago, a Central Plains hermit who surrendered to the empire revealed—"

"There is a trump card in the Central Plains, called the 'Hundred Schools of Conflict' formation. It is said that the successors of Confucianism, Taoism, Law, Mohism and other schools jointly cast a spell to start the ceremony of inviting ancestors."

"Please ancestor?" The old woman was confused.

"It's not a certain person, but the will of the ancestors of the common people in the Central Plains. The hermit said it mysteriously and strangely..." Beth's tone was not very sure.

A trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the rest of the judges, and the contention of a hundred schools of thought sounded terrifying.

"You have to be on guard, just eighteen martial arts saints." The old woman in the wedding dress nodded, then stared at the Man Emperor's double pupils, and said sternly:
"Either create glory, or face destruction, Tuobali, it's time for you to turn a new page."

The judges have solemn expressions, and this sentence is the most suitable description for the gods under the crown.

Mianxia's ruling period was mediocre. When the isolated city was exposed, all the shit of 64 years was put on his head, and Mianxia became a scapegoat for the humiliation caused by Madman Gu to the people of the empire.

It stands to reason that he can compete for the worst king since the founding of the country, but his majesty has a chance to stand up.

Battle of the Western Regions!

If it is a big victory, the Central Plains will be basically disabled, and it is only a matter of time before annexation.

At that time, the supreme halo will be added to his body, even if he is incompetent in the later period of ruling, he will definitely be the emperor through the ages just by virtue of the glory of destroying the land of China.

Emperor Man knew the importance of this battle to him, so he made another request:

"I want a bottle of blood of misfortune to spread misfortune across Yumen Pass and affect the night rest of millions of Han slaves."

The old woman looked at him, hesitated for a while, and vetoed:

"Abyss has only collected three and a half bottles so far."

The blood of doom is enough to destroy one or two saints, but when used on an army of millions, the effect is diluted to a negligible extent.

Mandi did not compromise this time, but said firmly:
"This battle is a protracted one, and the outcome cannot be determined in a day or two. Hannu can't sleep well at night, and their combat capabilities are halved."

"I want to minimize the loss as much as possible."

He is betting his life on this battle, and he must ask for treasures from the abyss.

The old woman in the wedding dress didn't say a word, she was silent for a long time, then turned and walked into the castle:

"follow me."

Mandi followed closely behind.

The closer you get to the viscous castle, the more gloomy the atmosphere around you, and you can faintly see a blood moon hanging high above the dome, and the moonlight reflects figures like abysses like seas.

In fact, he hated these old monsters in his heart. They had no sense of family and country, and they showed no mercy to the people of the empire. They accepted gifts from the abyss, but they failed to fulfill their responsibility to protect the empire.

There are more than thirty castle saints?
If they all stepped into the Eastern Land, they would have wiped out the Nine Saints of the Eastern Land.

But this group of people is concerned about their own dream of Tianmen, but they are also afraid that the decline of the empire will lead to the sinking of the abyss, so they threaten and intimidate the center all day long.

Empire scum! !
"Here." The old lady in the wedding dress went back and forth, handing over the eyeball pendant in her hand.

Mandi put it away carefully, and then heard hoarse voices from all directions:

"Draw the sword!"

"Draw the sword!"

On the bloody altar in the center of the castle, a rusty curved sword was inserted diagonally into the pedestal.

Mandi took a deep breath, walked slowly towards the altar with pious eyes, and gently grasped the hilt of the sword carved with the cross.

Clang!
The sword of God, which symbolized the supreme power of the empire, left the pedestal, and the barbarian emperor restrained his agitated emotions and strode out of the castle.

The eastern land of Shenzhou will tremble under his sword!
Including lunatics who are both hateful and stupid!
Are you waiting for reinforcements from the East?Are you praying that Dongtu will take over the territory?
Don't think about it! !
Many people will definitely come to the lonely city, but those are the heavenly soldiers of the empire!

I will step on your head and stare at you condescendingly:
"Hello, Hanu."

Cut off your head with a single blow, ending your poor mission.

Outside the castle, the Twelve Inquisitors felt excited when they sensed the impassioned aura of the gods, like sharks dormant in the sea.

It's starting to smell blood!
……

In the early morning, there was a vast white mist, and at the Jiayu Pass at the west end of the Great Wall, the banners of the army covered the sky and covered the sun, rolling towards Yumen Pass like a torrent.

"Yellow Chao." A chariot with a "Zhao" flag hanging high slowly stopped, and the general with a scarred sword stared at the young man twenty feet away.

The young man in silver armor and red helmet rode a black and shiny horse, and the guards carried a banner of "General Soaring to the Sky".

The Central Plains court did not have this official position at all, and it was obviously self-appointed.

"Your surname Qi, do you want to arrest me on the spot?" A young man named Huang Chao galloped forward and reined in the horse in front of the chariot.

"I didn't expect you to come." Zeke let his face expressionless, and glanced at the dark soldiers, "You also brought all your wealth with you."

That's right, Huang Chao is the old opponent he hates, and also the most famous uprising rebel in Zhaodi.

It was as slippery as a loach, and it couldn't be wiped clean no matter what. The military department also deployed a large army to prevent Huang Chao from sneaking in. It's impossible to think that this person will appear on the road to the Western Regions.

"I'd rather fight a dead ghost than be a subjugated slave. I, Huang Chao, am also a bloody man, and I can lift a three-foot Qingfeng!"

Huang Chao glanced at him contemptuously, but was not afraid at all.

In the Seven Kingdoms' call to action against the barbarians, it has been emphasized that internal conflicts should be temporarily resolved, and the barbarians should be united to fight against the barbarians.

Qi Kerang nodded, he was very aware of Huang Chao's petty thoughts, besides the national righteousness, he also had the selfish desire to gain fame.

The Battle of the Western Regions is an opportunity for the Central Plains to re-emerge, and it is also a stage for generals to become famous. There is nothing like the slaughter of barbarians.

"May I ask if there are poems?" Qi Kerang suddenly teased, which can be regarded as easing the incompatible relationship between the two.

This guy was already full of talent when he was five years old, and the saying "If I were Qing Emperor in other years, I will repay and bloom with peach blossoms" is famous in Shenzhou.

"Here comes the wine!" Huang Chao waved his hand boldly, and took a bowl of light green ant wine, but he had been brewing for a long time and had no thoughts, so he swears angrily:

"Brutal dog, fuck you!"

Zeke laughed loudly, and took the wine cup handed over by his subordinates, clinked glasses from a distance, and said in a deep voice:

"After this glass of wine, see you at the Martyrs Cemetery."

Huang Chao was silent for a long time, showing a free and easy smile:

"Dry!"

After drinking the wine in the glass, the royal horse left.

After the war ended, he and Qi Laogou were fighting to the death, but the premise was that both sides had to survive.

Since the Great Change of Heaven, the Central Plains has never won a large-scale battle with the barbarians.

Never won.

The disparity in combat power is not only due to the difference in weapons, but also in physique. The closer to the abyss of the holy city, the stronger and braver the human body will be.

It stands to reason that the historical record is terrible, how dare the Central Plains put all their eggs in one basket?
But thousands of years of history have told them that the barbarians are afraid of authority but not of virtue, and blindly forbearance and compromise will only fuel the arrogance of the barbarians, and they can only fight!
And it was the silent cry of the lonely city that woke up the sleeping Central Plains and ignited the flames of resistance in the land of China.

"If I win, I will definitely go to Qiucha City to see you!" Huang Chao galloped against the thick fog.

Hearing is always better than seeing it with your own eyes. Take a look at that city or that person. When you feel confused in your life in the future, as long as you recall that scene, you will have the courage to persevere.

……

ten days later.

Huang Chao arrived at the border of Beiliang, the scene in front of him was magnificent, the wind was blowing pale yellow, and millions of soldiers occupied the wasteland.

Like overwhelming mountains and seas, the endless watchtowers of the military camp seem to cover the clouds and the sky.

Huang Chao was in a daze, and was about to recite a poem to vent his magnificent feelings, but was interrupted by the python-robed official.

"Name, place of origin?" the mangpao official asked.

"Yellow Nest."

The python-robed official was slightly stunned, and seemed to have an impression, and immediately continued to ask:
"How many soldiers and horses are under your command?"

"Three thousand and six." Huang Chao answered truthfully.

"Come with me, can bandits obey military orders?" The python-robed official stared at him for a moment.

"Stop talking nonsense, if my brothers are hesitating their lives, why are they here?" Huang Chao expressed his dissatisfaction with an angry face.

Of course, he can also understand the arrangement of the Central Plains Allied Forces.

If there is no order, then the battlefield is like a headless chicken. After all, apart from the regular army of the Seven Kingdoms, there are countless reckless heroes like him.

Just now I saw an idiot carrying the banner of "Holy and Mighty Emperor of Haotian". I thought it was shameless to call myself General Chongtian, but now I can only say that I am ashamed.

Following the boa-robed officials circled dozens of barracks gates, Huang Chao came to the armory, received new flags and weapons and armor, and accepted the combat arrangements by the way.

"Kill the barbarians!!"

"Kill the barbarians!!"

There were roars of passionate generals everywhere, and Huang Chao couldn't help shouting a few times.

The barbarian dog is planning a genocidal strategy to destroy thousands of years of civilization in the Central Plains and massacre the common people in the land of China. But whoever is a little bloody man in the Central Plains would not want to kill a few more barbaric dogs?

Huang Chao wanted more!

Over the past few decades, the barbarians have continued to slaughter the people of Zhao, even so cruel that they released miasma, destroying the [-]-mile territory of Zhao, leaving no grass, and tens of thousands of people reduced to shriveled corpses.

It's been too long to be dominated by wild dogs, and now I finally have a chance to avenge my shame!
……

Approaching the Yumen Pass, a coffin stands out. The Empress of the Tang Dynasty lived up to her oath to carry the coffin to the expedition.

She stands on the observation deck, quietly looking towards the direction of the Western Regions, like a waterfall of blue silk dancing with the wind.

"According to letters from scouts, the barbarians have stationed 60 troops thousands of miles away, advancing every day."

Li Deyu, Minister of the Ministry of War, held the document and reported solemnly.

"Has the military conference table been unified?" The empress turned to look at him.

"Barely achieved." Li Deyu frowned into the word "Chuan", with an imperceptible look of worry in his eyes.

The emperor of Beiliang was in command, and the seven countries all recognized Xu Ting's illustrious military exploits. He was able to win the Liangzhou victory from a small pawn, and his strategic ability is obvious to all.

But the specific battle is very noisy.

Some said a three-front attack, some said a small-scale fierce battle, and some even said that a million troops would directly conquer the Western Regions...

In short, the public says that the public is right and the wife says that the woman is reasonable. Your Majesty is not good at military affairs, and it is not easy to make decisions.

"What did Xu Ting think?" the Empress asked.

"He wanted to determine the barbarian defense system first." Li Deyu said.

Xu Ting was too steady, not even like the charismatic Overlord of Beiliang.

But everyone can understand him.

Can't afford to lose!
This is not a matter of one family and one country, but the rise and fall of thousands of years of civilization. Once it advances aggressively, it is likely to become a sinner in the land of China.

The empress frowned slightly, and finally remained silent.

As the leader of a million heroes, she has a deep understanding of herself. She can kill the enemy with a cold sword and integrate internal conflicts, but she can't get involved in strategic deployment.

At the time of life and death, no one should meddle in the military indiscriminately.

……

A hundred miles away is the most spectacular sight. Nine martial arts sages from the Central Plains sit cross-legged, their auras imprinting the sky with curtains of light, and behind them are more than 30 enlightened people.

In fact, there are quite a few enlightened people in the Central Plains, and many enlightened people who were trapped in the shackles of cultivation or had no hope for this battle did not come.

The reason why it is impossible to advance to martial arts saints is because of the thinness of heaven and earth spiritual energy. If they accept the baptism of the abyss, there will be several more saints in the Central Plains within three years.

On the outskirts of the majestic atmosphere, there are hundreds of schools of thought headed by Jinling Academy.

The most important ones are Confucianism, Mohism, and medicine.

Confucian grandeur and righteousness can directly hit the minds of barbarians, but they are not good at melee combat and need soldiers to protect them.

The Mohists are very important. They forge weapons and mechanism battle formations, which can be applied to the front line.

The physicians headed by Yao Wang stick to the rear to rescue the disabled soldiers.

The rest of the schools, large and small, can also perform their duties. Although the contradictions have lasted for thousands of years, in the face of barbarians, no matter how fierce the disputes are, they must work together.

To put it bluntly, if the Chinese civilization disappeared, hundreds of schools would have no chance to quarrel.

In the Gobi Desert not far away, a skinny man held a peony from Chang'an in his hands. They said that it was nourished by the fortune of the country, and it would not wither and wither no matter what.

"Grandpa and grandma, Chang'an, I'll be back soon." Liu Shang's voice was vague.

With the help of Yaowang, he learned ventriloquism, and he can speak through the abdominal cavity. Although he is not yet perfect, he can at least communicate normally.

"Millions of heroes have crossed half of the country with passion in their arms, defending their homes and the country for tens of thousands of people behind them."

"This is the national spirit that Anxi has always adhered to. We will definitely win, and the sky will surely shine."

Liu Shang murmured to himself.

"Have a drink?" The obscure Central Plains dialect came from behind, and it was Zhe Lansu with a big belly.

"Get lost..." Liu Shang quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and cursed angrily.

Zhe Lansu froze when he handed the flagon, and then said loudly:

"The country is in crisis, and the people are suffering. All descendants of Yan and Huang are concerned about the rise and fall of the Central Plains, and vow to resist the barbarians to the death."

"If there is any violation, the thunder will strike!"

"I, Zhe Lansu, will lead the charge!"

He is not to be seen, but this self-analysis is sincere, there is no way out, once captured, he will suffer the most cruel torture in the abyss.

"Yes...you killed our Anxi army." Liu Shang looked disgusted, and the hatred in his eyes was hard to resolve no matter what.

Zhe Lansu was silent for a moment, then said sadly:
"At the beginning, everyone was their master, why didn't they understand?"

"Without me, another person would have the same policy, even more cruel."

"If you want to blame it, blame the barbarians."

"When I win, the old man kneels in front of Qiucha City, knocking every step of the way to pray for the forgiveness of Anxi's heroic soul."

In his heart, dignity is worthless, he just wants to survive.

"Can you win?" Liu Shang's anger remained undiminished, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was praying to the sky.

Zhe Lansu didn't speak any more, drinking alcohol decadently to relieve his worries.

In terms of spiritual will, the army of the Central Plains absolutely crushed the empire,

Even when the Central Plains was so weak, there were still so many people who rushed to the Western Regions desperately to prevent their descendants from becoming subjugated slaves.

But after all, fists must speak on the battlefield.

According to his insider information in the holy city, the empire dispatched the latest batch of weapons, not to mention 60 elites, and nearly twenty saints.

When the mood in the Central Plains was high, he didn't dare to speak out to hurt morale.

When the Western Byzantine Dynasty was destroyed, the empire dispatched only 30 troops to slaughter 150 million capable soldiers of Byzantium. The combat power was terrible.

The million-strong army in the Central Plains sounds like a rainbow, but the 60 elite soldiers in the empire are actually a more terrifying number.

"It's a pity that Gu Chang'an..." Zhe Lansu sighed.

The backs of the imperial army are defenseless, and he is well aware of Gu Changan's ability to fight, killing people like pigs and dogs.

If Gu Changan broke out of the isolated city and continued to harass and sneak attack, it would definitely cause endless panic.

But two problems ruined this illusion.

First, after leaving the city, does Gu Changan still have such monstrous combat power? He doesn't know, and the whole world doesn't know.

Relying on the will to stick to the territory, endless power erupts. Does leaving the territory mean that the breath will be vented?

Second, and the most critical reason, he is already crazy!
A lunatic can only guard his home, and no one can make him leave, even friends and foes.

(End of this chapter)