One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 42 Sixty years of public speech, please angelica tonight
Chang'an City.

The teahouse was crowded with people, and the eyes of the people were so enthusiastic and earnest.

The storyteller Xingmu slapped the table, eloquent:

"One inch of mountains and rivers and one inch of blood, millions of young people and millions of soldiers!"

"In the battle of the Western Regions, Yumenguan's thousands of miles of territory will return to the embrace of the Central Plains, and listen to the roar of dragons and tigers, and strengthen my land of China!!"

"it is good!"

The spectators in the teahouse were hoarse. Even though the good news spread across the Seven Kingdoms, no matter how hard their ears were, they were as excited and shocked as the first time.

The Chinese nation has gone through thousands of years, but they have never encountered such a powerful barbarian. The Central Plains suffered repeated defeats, until the people lost confidence, and even thought that the country would die sooner or later.

But this time, the Central Plains won with dignity!

"The dead of the heroes are buried in the sand, and the loyal souls are left in the annals of history. The blood and bones of the soldiers are cast into a monument of a flag, which will stand forever on the land of China!"

"After this battle, we will no longer endure barbarian aggression. Even if blood spills into rivers, we will not insult the dignity of the nation!"

"Recovering the Western Regions and the rise of the Central Plains, if there is a need to recruit troops, I will never hesitate!"

Many literati and rangers were impassioned, pushing the atmosphere of the teahouse to a climax.

But many spectators noticed the lost expression of the storyteller. This fellow has always relied on his eloquence to make a living. How could it not be enjoyable enough to listen to such an unprecedented victory?

"Gu Yingxiong must be the pillar who turned the tide in this battle, right?"

A cultivator with a sword basket on his back asked anxiously.

The whole audience couldn't take their eyes off and held their breath.

The storyteller moved his lips, and after a long silence, he said in a deep voice:
"Now we are drinking and eating meat comfortably, hawking and hawking on the streets, singing and dancing on the fence, and the family enjoys themselves in harmony."

"Remember, where did all this come from!"

The more the storyteller spoke, the more excited he became, and his voice became louder and louder. He suddenly turned his back and looked out the window, and then said something hoarsely when he faced the spectators:

"He died."

The whole building was dead silent, not a single sound was heard.

"Impossible!!" The literati suddenly stood up, his face flushed red:

"Gu Yingxiong slaughtered thousands of troops by himself, and his bravery is unmatched in the world. With millions of reinforcements, he is even more powerful. Barbaric dogs are like ants to him!"

"Could it be that some high-ranking people deliberately conceal Gu Yingxiong's military achievements because they are worried about their achievements?"

"Despicable and narrow!"

"In an era that determines the survival of a nation, how can we continue to engage in power suppression?"

He was extremely angry, and his voice was extremely sharp like a sharp weapon.

Facing the haggard and restless faces, the storyteller wriggled his throat with difficulty:

"Is the barbarian favored by heaven really so vulnerable?"

In one sentence, countless spectators lost their voices.

Yes, the war was won so smoothly, it was like a fantastic victory.

Before that, one barbarian dog could defeat four Central Plains soldiers, but the war in the Western Regions turned upside down. One soldier slaughtered three barbarian dogs!

It is equivalent to a sudden increase of twelve times the combat power.

"The Allied Forces of the Central Plains sent someone to steal the flag of the isolated city. Chang'an was already insane. The flag of 64 was suddenly lost. He..."

The storyteller choked up, closed his eyes and sighed:

"In the rear of the barbarian army, he slaughtered 5 barbarian dogs by himself. He killed the world to change color, killed the barbarians to fear and fight, and changed the offensive and defensive situation in one fell swoop. The Central Plains coalition took the opportunity to recover Yumen Pass."

"How can there be reinforcements? Chang'an was alone from the beginning to the end. He died of exhaustion and fell into the yellow sand."

"Central Plains only brought back seven taels of flesh and blood, only seven taels!"

"Before he died, he never enjoyed any glory, let alone visited Chang'an City."

The storyteller broke down in tears.

The teahouse was as quiet as a boundless purgatory, and the eyes of the spectators were dull, and it was difficult to accept the bad news in a short time.

The giant fell like this, and the spirit lamp went out.

"Without Gu Chang'an, there would be no Jiulang in ten families involved in the war. Without him, the people of the Central Plains would not be able to win the victory against all odds!"

"His illustrious achievements are indelible, and his glory is unprecedented!"

The storyteller drank with tears in his eyes, but the tea drinkers were distraught, immersed in grief and unable to extricate themselves.

Live up to disappointment and praise greatness after death, has the hero always been like this?
"The superior is too shameless!" The swordsman clenched his fists and roared ferociously.

The tea customer in the same case wept bitterly, and retorted in a low voice:
"You didn't even go to the battlefield, how dare you abuse the coalition forces who regard death as home?"

The swordsman was dumb, unable to lower his arms.

Yes, does he have the face to scold a million heroes?

"If you make this decision, you will be infamous, but everything is for us ordinary people. If you really want to be shameless, how can you put your glory and wealth and go to the battlefield to shed your blood? If you really want to be greedy for life and fear death, how can you go to the national calamity together? "

"No one is wrong..."

The peasant standing leaning against the door wiped the corners of his eyes, which is very obvious.

No one is wrong.

A simple sentence is extremely cruel at this moment.

But why?

Why did Gu Changan bear it alone again?

Not even the most vicious person can say "the sacrifice is worth it".

The mourning atmosphere lasted for a long time, until there was a noise from the street.

Snow in May.

Sparse snowflakes are flying, covering the city of Chang'an, and everyone stops and looks at it.

The storyteller walked to the window and stared blankly at the wonders of the world. Could it be that the heavens also felt that Gu Yingxiong's death was not worth it?

Those who hold wages for the Central Plains will eventually freeze to death in the wind and snow.

He put his hands in his sleeves, stared at the falling snow on the heads of the people, and suddenly remembered that poem by Bai Juyi.

You buried the bones in the mud, I sent the world to the world full of snow.

……

The goose-feathered snow blinded the sight, except for the whistling wind, the world froze all sounds.

Yue Zhiguang stood quietly, feeling like snow, suddenly felt very cold.

That erratic soul shadow hammered his seventy-year-old state of mind into pieces!

ghost.

"Gu Chang'an!"

The hoarse voice drifted far along the wind and snow.

"I am still here."

A clean voice echoed from the city.

The soul does not have a physical body, but it can vaguely see the attire of white hair and white robe, just fluttering, just like gusts of wind.

Gu Changan looked down at the disappearing abyss outside the city, and smiled:

"He was a lunatic during his lifetime, but he recovered miraculously after death. Being a ghost is not bad, at least his soul is clean."

The old man with green eyes and red face finally recovered from the horror, and said in a deep voice:
"Then kill you again!"

After speaking, he stepped on the snow and flew away, sweeping hundreds of feet, majestic energy gushed out of his palm, his body slid against the wall, and his five fingers grabbed the soul body.

呲——

Like ripples on the surface of the water, the soul body shattered into thousands of black mist, and it was converging again in an instant.

Broken mirror reunite.

Gu Changan remained motionless.

Yue Zhiguang's face was gloomy, cooperating with himself to indirectly save a lunatic?
How to kill?

Killed [-] times, the soul is still condensed.

"Why bother?" His voice was stern, his hands stretched out like tearing.

The dome of the sky is rumbling, and the gate of heaven is full of brilliance.

The beam of light spewed up like a spring pillar, and then fell heavily into the palm of the old man, turning into a three-inch snake, entwining and spitting at the ghost.

Gu Changan remained indifferent, letting the qi machine light snake devour the soul body, and the black mist gathered again in the blink of an eye.

He sneered:
"Can the law of heaven in the world still control the ghosts in the underworld? Why should I be afraid of the sky!"

Yue Zhiguang staggered back a few steps, staggered back in the snow, huge doubts lingered in his mind, and completely subverted his cognition today.

He suddenly turned around and roared ferociously:
"why?"

Things beyond our control in the world will bring fear.

Why can it turn into a ghost?Why can't even the power of heaven be destroyed?
"I'm a monster, I've always been." Gu Chang'an murmured softly, he wanted to say that being alive was cruel to him, no matter in the form of a human or a ghost, but it was probably hypocritical to say so.

There is fire in the body from birth, and in killing enemies again and again, the fire shifts from the heart to the shoulders, and gradually transfers to the arms, elbows, palms, and fingertips.

Until the massacre of more than 5 barbarians, the fire has been placed in the consciousness, and it is precisely because it is in the consciousness that it can survive in the world as a soul.

If he died sooner, he would have been freed long ago.

Now that I am awake, it is easy to know that I was deceived by the Central Plains United.

In fact, it will be very sad.

"A ghost must guard the territory. If the Central Plains saw this scene, they would be so guilty that they would commit suicide on the spot."

Moonlight dispelled the anger and said something calmly.

He tried his best.

He is also the only existence in the empire who killed Gu Changan.

But after death, it is not his responsibility to turn into a ghost and dominate the mountains and rivers.

"Who made me born in the city of Kucha, who made me swear to live and die with the lonely city since I was a child, who made me flow with the blood of the Chinese nation..."

It seems that after waking up, there are many things to say, even if facing the enemy, Gu Changan babbled:
"If I was born in the Central Plains and worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, I would probably be able to live the life I dream of, marry a wife who is not beautiful, give birth to a daughter, live a safe and happy life, and with my body, I can still be disease-free and healthy disaster."

"Unfortunately, I have been given a responsibility somewhere, and living is a process of enduring suffering every day."

Yue Zhiguang had no expression on his face, and suddenly pulled the corner of his stiff mouth, with a smile that was not a smile:

"You can't let go?"

"If I were an old man, I would have already wiped out the demons with a sword and washed the Central Plains with blood. What the hell!"

"Since no one cares about your feelings, why not surrender to the abyss of the empire, you are welcome on the top floor of the castle."

Gu Changan floated a few feet above the city, got used to his current physical condition, and gradually didn't feel awkward, and said lightly:
"The barbarians have not been expelled, and the nation has not been revived. I will die when I see the prosperity coming."

The old man with green eyes had expected that he would drift away in the wind and snow, but he just took a few extra glances at the flags piled up with snow.

The banner that never falls, the monster that never falls.

He originally had the idea of ​​eradicating Gucheng, but after careful consideration, the gain outweighed the loss.

On the one hand, making random murders affects the Dao heart, and on the other hand, he is also afraid of being haunted by ghosts. Gu Chang'an followed him to leave that world-shattering nightmare, and he couldn't kill it.

"Go back to the abyss immediately to discuss countermeasures." Yue Zhiguang said to himself, rose in the air, and disappeared in the vast snow in an instant.

……

The wind and snow gradually subsided, but Gucheng was still covered with heavy snow for twenty miles around. After years of staring at the yellow sand rolling in the sky, it suddenly disappeared, and Gu Changan felt a little uncomfortable.

"Chang'an...Chang'an..." Qin Carpenter led Xiao Luoyang up to the top of the city, the eyes of the old and the young were red, and their hearts felt like a knife was twisted.

How could a living person become like this!

"Don't come here to soak up the yin energy." Gu Changan tried to move the soul shadow, hiding behind the pile of walls.

"Chang'an!" Carpenter Qin cried out, tears pouring down his face, he stumbled over and wanted to hug the child, but hugging was empty, not only did he have no body, he didn't even have warmth.

"When the Central Plains Allied Forces arrive, you can go back with the ashes of your grandpas."

"I won't leave, for fear of scaring the people."

"Being born in a lonely city, dying in a lonely city, guarding the lonely city even as a ghost, it's good."

"Don't get close to me anymore, Yin Qi will kill you."

Gu Changan stood up as he spoke, and subconsciously wanted to pat the dust off his buttocks, but he smiled helplessly, swaying his body slightly and drifting away into the distance.

Young and old without cultivation base, absolutely can't bear the invasion of Yin Qi.

"God damn it!" Xiao Luoyang scolded with his head raised, tears streaming down his face, and cried:

"Why do you torture Brother Chang'an!"

……

The official residence of the Sanctioner seven thousand miles away in the Western Regions.

The Abyss Messenger stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the gravel floating in the wind outside the window, pretending to sigh:
"The world without him, Gu Changan, would be very boring."

The judges and the officials were silent. It is very happy that the haze covering the empire has dissipated, but the war in the Western Regions is in jeopardy!

Has retreated to the official residence of the sanctioner, since then the territory of five thousand miles to Yumen Pass has been occupied!

"The new king expands the world and orders the elite to fight and retreat."

The messenger spoke lightly.

Carl and Beth looked at each other, and both could feel the shock in each other's eyes.

Expand the world?

The first-born dragon horn, a 30-year-old martial arts saint, is also the apprentice of the old monsters on the top floor of the castle.

By her to the throne of the empire?

It's no wonder that the top person with the abyss half-opened to the sky is willing to step into the troubled times. It turns out that Tuoba is the ruler of the world.

"Withdrawing the troops?" Carl said palely and tremblingly.

The officials also shuddered.

Killing the lunatic has already satisfied Abyss Castle. As for the defeated battle situation, don't you plan to save it?

Then, will the central officials who participated in the war become scapegoats for the lost territory?

The messenger looked around the crowd and gave a reassurance:

"Don't worry, everyone, the crime of defeat has been borne by the first emperor Tuobali."

"There are only 15 elites left in the Western Regions. The losing streak has already destroyed their fighting spirit, and the news of the madman's death will hardly revive their confidence."

"Xinjun said bluntly that the empire can accept shame, and it will be shamed in the future."

Carl breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he could save his life, but he felt ridiculous when he heard it.

Of course she can accept it. If everything is blamed on the first emperor, how will it affect her?
"My lord, if the troops are withdrawn, the Central Plains will recover the Western Regions..." Beth, the female judge, was worried.

The envoy's pupils turned cold instantly, and his tone was serious:

"Recover the Western Regions, and the Han slaves are also worthy?"

"It's enough to let them show off their might, but how dare they occupy it? A sick tiger on the verge of death has no ability to annex an elephant!"

All the ministers nodded.

The empire was really lost in the city of Kucha, in the hands of the lunatic, because he was able to hold on to the [-]-mile territory he had!
He planted the banner twenty miles outside the city, and the empire attacked again and again, but he couldn't get it back.

And the Han slaves in the Central Plains got the Western Regions, can they hold it?

joke!

What kind of territory can't be defended?
It's nothing more than a process of expanding the territory to losing the land and humiliating that's all.

In the final analysis, it was the lunatics who slaughtered more than 5 elites and the Yumenguan defeat that dealt a heavy blow to the empire, and the winner was already decided at that time.

"There are old, weak, sick and disabled in the isolated city, right? Send a few people to eradicate it, and also level the city walls and destroy the tombs. Don't the Central Plains Hannu want to go on a pilgrimage? Go see the ruins!"

The messenger's eyes were stern, and his tone was as sharp as a knife.

The greatest humiliation since the founding of the country was given by one person, one city. Although the chief culprit has been punished, the traces of humiliation have been imprinted in the history books of the empire and cannot be erased.

"Obey!" Karl eagerly accepted the order, wishing he could grow wings now and go to the lonely city to pay off his crimes.

In the past, this city was a nightmare, but now it is a mouthful of fat. At least for the rest of my life, I can brag about it everywhere. I eradicated the 64-year-old Kucha city!
Beth stiffened and gave him a plaintive glance.

……

PS: The state is not good, and the rest of the words will be added at night.

(End of this chapter)