Chapter 44
May 24th is Xiaoman, one of the [-] solar terms.
It seems that people in the world are very taboo about consummation and completeness. There are minor heat and great heat, minor cold and severe cold in the solar terms, but Daman is missing.
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On the day of Xiaoman, the Central Plains coalition forces joined each other head to tail, drums and horns heard each other, and banners and flags fluttered for two hundred miles, slowly approaching the isolated city of thousands of miles.
Getting closer and closer.
Close enough to see the three-foot flagpole piled up with snow.
As we get closer, the outline of the isolated city gradually comes into view.
The million soldiers were as silent as death, with the sound of heavy breathing one after another.
Looking up, you can see the Tang flag that has long been dusty in history. This kind of impact is more intense than any publicity, and it is shocking!
It is this banner that has been upheld for 64 years that has regained the courage of the desperate people of the Central Plains.
It was also this blood flag that allowed the Chinese nation to defeat the arrogant barbarians on the frontal battlefield.
But the flag bearer fell down.
Never see you again.
The solemn atmosphere lasted for a long, long time, until Yunche issued a hoarse order, and then it spread layer by layer, spreading throughout the millions of troops:
"Welcome home the remains of the heroes!"
The queue walked towards the isolated city in an orderly manner, and everyone had deep expressions.
In fact, many soldiers from poor families don't understand the sense of historical weight, but when they step on the uneven bones of the broken limbs, they deeply feel a kind of powerlessness and desolation.
Anyone who has been on the battlefield knows that the corpse will be infected with the plague. Is it because the Anxi guards are unwilling to burn it?
In the end, there is only one person alone, and the wild dogs all over the desert can't be burned!
Time seems to be very long, the world is getting quieter and quieter, only the muffled footsteps remain.
The golden figure at the front stopped slowly, and the empress stared at the blood flag close at hand for a moment in a daze.
She had practiced the movement of pulling the flag many times, but now that it finally came, Li Wan found that her five fingers were trembling slightly. She was so close, but she never dared to stretch it out.
Under the attention of all the people, the Empress of the Tang Dynasty finally grasped the flagpole, shook her wrist, and the flag rose from the ground, flying in the wind and snow.
At this moment, the Anxi Army's mission was completed.
"Sixty-four years ago, Suzong Li Heng handed over this flag to the Eighth Regiment of the Anxi Army and told them to fight against the enemy bravely."
"Today, they returned the flag to me!"
The solemn voice resounded, and the Empress walked into the territory first, as if walking into another world.
Outside, the setting sun buried the horizon, and the yellow sand rolled up to cover the sky; inside the territory, it was covered with snow, and the snow flakes covered it in layers, swaying and falling on Li Wan's hair and between his eyebrows.
She stared at the bloody city wall. Not a single city brick was intact, and the heavy snow could not wash away the blood stains that had accumulated for decades. The city gate was scarlet and rough, the color of death.
Looking at it, the vision gradually blurred, and a teardrop fell down without warning.
The moment he heard the news of his death, he felt more guilty than sad.
But I can witness the crumbling blood sword leaning on the railing, the unpatrolled city, the birds chirping non-stop in order to avoid the snow in the position that originally belonged to Gu Changan——
She was dizzy, stopped and knelt down slowly, feeling unprecedented grief.
The Central Plains will never lose Gu Changan.
"That peach branch should have been planted by Chang An during his lifetime, so why can't it grow taller?"
Liu Shang muttered to himself in the queue, his eyes leaped over the withered peach branches, and landed on the watchtower inspection platform.
"Alas..." Zhe Lansu sighed deeply. He was most afraid of the figure at the head of the city. He slaughtered [-] troops during the day, and patrolled the isolated city with his wounded body at night. It was like this day and night.
But that man was not there, he died a month ago.
It was probably sacrificed outside the isolated city, and the majestic energy of the body disappeared, turning into a vision of never-ending heavy snow.
thump--
The scene of the rickety old man kneeling is inappropriate. He is the emperor of Beiliang, and he is the commander-in-chief of the million-dollar coalition army.
But Xu Ting knelt down to atone for his sins in public like this, a decision that defied all opinions, and extinguished the brightest light of the Chinese nation.
Not only him, hundreds of thousands of generals are burdened with heavy spiritual shackles, this is a debt that can never be repaid.
The wind howled, and the dark black tide slowly approached the isolated city.
The whole picture of the top of the city is completely clear, bones and carrion are deeply embedded in the cracks of the bricks, and the thick walls are painted with blood, which is so frightening that thousands of soldiers dare not look at them.
The towering isolated city is the backbone of Anxi's heroic soul!
The flag that has survived for 64 years is Gu Changan's strength of character!
The muddy and bloody land is the spirit of the Central Plains nation fighting in despair!
The isolated city has awakened the timid people in the Central Plains. Just like the swordsmiths in the Spring and Autumn Period, Gu Chang'an spent his whole life forging the sharp sword that defends the glory of the nation!
"Don't forget the shame, remember the martyrs!"
I don't know who roared angrily, hundreds of thousands of generals spontaneously waved their arms in salute, roaring and screaming while trying not to let tears fall.
Only after experiencing the war and walking through the thousands of miles of desert in person, can you feel the greatness and tragedy of the Anxi Army sticking to the isolated city.
Persisting in the dark and desperate situation until now is entirely using will to create miracles and using faith to fight against barbarians.
Anxi's heroic soul deserves the highest respect!
The roar that shook the sky faintly made the isolated city shake, and two figures, one old and one young, slowly walked over the top of the city.
The old man had a broken arm and a crippled leg. He was short and dry. He wore a rough blue shirt and his face was sunken.
Looking at the boundless army, Xiao Luoyang unconsciously shed tears from the corners of his eyes. He raised his sleeves and wiped them away. The more he wiped, the tears grew.
But he wasn't as excited as he had imagined, and all his expectations were gone the moment Brother Chang'an died.
The empress at the front moved her lips, choked with sobs and said, "It's late."
Carpenter Qin didn't say a word, no matter how shallow his knowledge was, he should know that he bowed and saluted and said to His Majesty, but he couldn't let it go.
Anxi Jun never feared death, not even afraid that death was worthless, but when a lie hammered the night heavily, no matter how beautiful the dawn was, it was incomplete.
"It's very late. It's a pity that Chang'an died." Qin Carpenter's voice was muddy and hoarse, and he was not nervous when facing the army of wild dogs. He had no reason to show timidity to the Central Plains army.
"I'm sorry." The queen's expression was pale, and the intense pain was like the whole heart being crushed into powder by a big hand.
"When a person dies, it's unnecessary to say anything, whether you remember it or forget it..."
Carpenter Qin paused as he spoke, and saw Liu Shang, who was as thin as a stick, with a long-lost smile on his face:
"Go home."
Everything was silent, and millions of heroes stood silently, letting the wind and snow blow their cheeks.
Liu Shang left the team, walked into the city gate silently, pushed it open gently, and the young and old walked down the city gate to greet him.
The former frail scholar suddenly hugged his head, bit his fist to suppress his sobs, and his body convulsed violently.
Back in the lonely city, the memories of the unbearable three years flooded in like a flood. He experienced countless humiliations and despair, and he could only vent at home without any burden.
Xiao Luoyang ran over, trying to stop him.
"It's not easy for him to cry enough." Qin Carpenter sighed, raised his hand and patted Liu Shang's shoulder, "You are also an Anxi hero, and we are proud of you."
"Brother Chang'an is living here, go and persuade him." After all, the child couldn't hide the secret, Xiao Luoyang begged tearfully.
Liu Shang's crying stopped abruptly, and he stared at Xiao Luoyang in shock.
"Chang'an said that he was afraid that the Central Plains would feel guilty, and he didn't want to scare them, so..."
Carpenter Qin was halfway through speaking, when his thin figure rushed madly towards the city wall living a mile away, almost out of breath, he pushed open the dilapidated wooden door.
The gloomy black mist leaned quietly against the wall, and one could vaguely see white hair and a white robe, as well as a clean smiling face.
"Chang'an!" Liu Shang burst into tears instantly.
Is it the legendary soul?
He wasn't shocked or delighted, he just felt a throbbing pain in his heart.
"Just such a ghostly look." Gu Changan smiled, "I am also very sad."
After finishing speaking, he took a look at Liu Shang and murmured softly:
"Suffering."
Liu Shang stared at him with red eyes, some things were a great grievance to hide, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that they were not worth mentioning, so he pretended to be carefree and said:
"It's just a little bit of wind and frost."
"I know it's a bad life." Gu Changan saw his missing tongue and three amputated fingers.
Liu Shang's lips trembled, he turned his head and squeezed out a smile:
"The journey has been very smooth, and I just miss you very much."
The black mist gradually dissipated, and Gu Changan's voice was very erratic, not wanting to convey Yin Qi:
"The way I am now, I don't want to scare them, and I don't want to make Zhongyuan feel guilty. You can arrange to bring back the remains of the grandpas."
"Chang'an!"
Liu Shang wanted to grab the arm, but it was in vain. He rarely said angrily:
"Who will be afraid of you? You have gone through so much suffering just to hide in the dark?"
Gu Changan was silent, only he knew the confusion and loss in his eyes.
"Chang'an, when we made an oath, I brought the Central Plains army to the isolated city, and you stand on the top of the city and raise the flag, how can you break the contract!"
"What did the grandpas say before they were alive? No one cares about us when we are alive. We must be beautiful after death. If you are not in the Anxi Eighth Regiment, it will be incomplete!"
Liu Shang was extremely emotional, his voice was hysterical shouting, and the part of his abdomen twitched endlessly.
Chang'an, probably won't leave the isolated city.
It scares him.
Gu Chang'an was speechless, the last wish of the old guard of the city shook his mind, "Let's go."
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There was a long dead silence outside the city.
The snow never ends.
The general's heart became heavy and cold.
Falling on the eve of victory is always the most desperate thing in the world.
He has endured endless suffering, holding a torch to forge ahead in the dark night, it was the Central Plains who snatched the torch and pushed him into the abyss of death!
Standing where the hero stands, but never having the chance to say thank you again.
suddenly.
"Boom!"
"Dong dong!"
"Boom boom boom——"
The deep lizard skin drum sounded suddenly, hurried and courageous, just like the beating of war drums!
The voice was so abrupt that the general was at a loss and stared at the lonely city in a daze.
The speed of the beating became faster and faster, and gradually the mountains and tsunami roared, and the calm outside the city was completely torn apart by the sound of the drums!
As night fell, the sound stopped abruptly.
"More than 2 blows..." Some practitioners muttered in a low voice, which represents the heroic soul of Anxi who died heroically.
Who is beating the drums?
He looked up, his pupils constricted, his nose was sour, and his eyes were dimmed with tears.
After a long time, he found that the moment frozen in front of him was forever imprinted in the depths of his soul.
Everything in the world froze.
Snowflakes fell on the faces of disbelief.
Millions of generals had cardiac arrest, and the mist floating over the city was so eye-catching, and it also shocked the past and the present.
A man who dared to split the earth and open the sky in the face of suffering.
He is back.
No, he never left!
Transform the soul of the hero, town the mountains and rivers!
At this moment, not only ordinary soldiers, but also emperors like Li Wan and Xu Ting felt a flame burning in their hearts.
I was so excited that my whole body trembled, and I was so moved that my eyes filled with tears.
For the rest of his life, the scene of the soul shadow stepping on the top of the city will be echoed in his mind.
No one is creepy, and no one is frightened.
not a single one!
Even the girl in charge of transporting the food was full of tears at the moment. She would have nightmares when she encountered a snake in the forest at night, but she was only excited when she witnessed the legendary ghost.
How can a person who spends his whole life protecting the common people in the Central Plains be afraid of him, and how can he be afraid of him?
Even if he lies in a palm-sized urn, even if he turns into a ghost who chooses and devours people, he will always be the giant of the Chinese nation!
In the almost suffocating silence, the 64-year-late reincarnation sounded from the top of the city.
Gu Chang'an looked around at the vast army of millions, and said forcefully against the wind and snow:
"All the Eighth Regiment of the Anxi Army report for duty."
"Fulfilling the mission, not losing an inch of land."
Like a bass string accidentally struck in the silence of the night.
The sound of the piano is like a waterfall torrent, like a howling animal, like a storm and storm!
Whether it is a general or a practitioner, at this historic moment, they are trying their best to suppress their voices.
Silence is powerful. The Central Plains army does not say a word, and they want to use silence to express a monstrous power.
It can destroy the world and shake the universe, and it can shake the universe and the sky!
When the ghost sticks to the territory, when that sentence spreads all over the world, it has surpassed any spiritual inspiration, and it is the most incomparable touch in the world!
Everyone was suppressed, the empress trembled her eyebrows, there was hesitation between her brows, but she never dared to meet Gu Changan's eyes, the boundless pain made her breathless.
For a long time.
The empress finally encouraged her courage. She clearly saw the clean and handsome face in the black mist, and saw the smiling face that was still clear after a lifetime of hardships.
"On behalf of the common people, Li Shu, I say..."
Li Wan was silent for a long time, choked up and said:
"I've worked hard for you all these years."
The female emperor's cry followed the bleak wind and snow, and completely infected millions of generals outside the city, which was as quiet as death.
"Defending the border and defending the enemy is the mission, so why bother?" Gu Chang'an was expressionless, but he still knew that he was in a daze and suffering, like a child who had left home after searching for a long time and finally found his real home.
"It's just...it's just that this journey is really difficult."
Countless generals couldn't control their emotions any longer, lowered their heads and gritted their teeth and sobbed.
Suffered countless wounds, shed countless blood, spent lonely days and nights alone, faced the mighty wild dogs alone, and wandered alone in the dark.
Their seven-year-old is carefree, and his seven-year-old is to kill the enemy with a sword.
The duty and mission turned him from a man to a lunatic, and from a lunatic to a ghost.
There are so many sufferings that bring despair and tears when he thinks about it, he just said two words that are light and fluffy——
hard.
"I'm sorry, I killed you." Xu Ting's eyes were filled with tears, and his voice trembled slightly.
Gu Chang'an felt the military power of the Central Plains, and seeing young people who were desperate for the survival of the nation, his emotions gradually became complicated.
"Death is not a pity, but I hope that the Central Plains will drive out the barbarians and restore the glory of the nation."
"I hope that you will come and tell me proudly——today's prosperous world, as you wish."
"Knowing that it is impossible, there will be such a glimmer of hope."
Momo, then said with a smile in a reassuring voice:
"Don't feel guilty. If I had been conscious at the time, I would have killed the barbarians in the same way."
"If you go back to 64 years ago with your memory, the Eighth Regiment of the Anxi Army will still step into the Western Regions to defend the Central Plains."
"This is our responsibility and we have never regretted it."
After speaking, he also realized that his Yin Qi was spreading wildly, so he said softly:
"Go into the city."
The shadow of the soul disappeared at the top of the city, but the millions of generals and soldiers still stood where they were, and there was a violent shock in their hearts, which could not be calmed down for a long time.
In their imagination, Gu Chang'an should be the most proud person in the world, one who shows his sharpness and shines brightly like the sun.
But he speaks very ordinary, just like countless friends around him, the more he pretends to be ordinary, the more he brings sadness like a stormy sea.
He just doesn't want us to be burdened, and we don't want us to feel guilty. His only wish is the prosperity of the Central Plains.
The night was already very dark, and the team began to slowly enter the city. Everyone's face was tense, but a high-pitched roar burst out from the depths of their hearts.
At the moment when the ghost stood on the top of the city, they already believed in the tenacious willpower of their nation that has been passed down for thousands of years!
They believe that no matter how broken the situation is, the belief in the rise of the nation cannot be shaken! !
Knowing that it is a dead end, death does not come soon! ! !
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Top floor of the castle.
There is a blurred light curtain floating on the spiral staircase, and there is faint lightning and thunder inside, and the wind and rain are blowing.
The light curtain was divided into several pieces, and one of the light curtains heard a loud noise like the sound of an ancient bell.
Every time it sounded, Queen Tuoba Tianxia's face became more ferocious, her temples throbbed in rage, and her pupils glowed a terrifying purple.
"It exploded!" A sage wizard with facial tattoos was bleeding from his seven orifices, his strange eyes stared at the light curtain, and said in a deep voice:
"Three times better than last time."
Everyone at the altar was breathing heavily, and the atmosphere was as stiff as iron.
three times? !
The empire discovered that the human world is a sphere, and it is cut into several land plates. This is a prediction made by drawing on the Qi mechanism of the heavens. It is not a national destiny but a spiritual power.
The last time the isolated city was exposed, the deeds of Anxi veteran and Gu Changan spread throughout the mainland of China, and the decadent willpower of the Central Plains ushered in a surge.
The disaster brought to the empire was reflected in the battle of the Western Regions.
Although the lunatic changed the situation of the battle by himself, the tenacious fighting of the millions of Han slaves in the Central Plains also played a vital role, otherwise the frontal battlefield would not be won.
This time, transforming ghosts into the town of mountains and rivers has actually brought a three-fold increase in the spiritual level. If the exposure of the lonely city made the Central Plains sick tiger stand up, now it is time to look for prey.
"Are you sure?" The old woman in the wedding dress looked gloomy.
The few old monsters who had half-opened the gate of heaven didn't say a word. The degree of shock brought about by being a ghost guard is predictable. Even when they first heard it, they were like a bolt from the blue, and their consciousness was in a trance.
"Can you spy on the next change?" Tuoba Tianxia adjusted his mood, staring at the wizard for a moment.
After hearing this, the wizard immediately shook his head and vetoed, his dark pupils flickering with imperceptible fear.
Tuoba Tianxia keenly caught it.
"Will your life be shortened?" She said calmly.
The wizard hesitated for a moment, then murmured: "It will...will come back and die violently."
After speaking, it was like falling into an ice cave, and the whole body was filled with a bone-chilling chill.
Waves of aura like abysses and seas locked on him.
"Herades, the crown of glory is reserved for you, and you will be an inescapable monument in the realm of the warlocks of the empire."
"Dedicated to the great mission of the abyss today, it is an honor!"
There was a flat and irrefutable sound from the spiral staircase.
The wizard named Heralds was terrified. He was afraid that his majestic saint would be a cheap life?
"Impossible!" He turned pale and flatly refused.
After a long silence, the old woman in the wedding dress searched for memories in her mind, then pulled the corners of her mouth to smile:
"If your precious granddaughter knew that her grandpa was a shameless coward of the empire, wouldn't she commit suicide in humiliation?"
Heralds shuddered, staring at the old woman's ugly face, unable to believe that she threatened his most beloved granddaughter.
"There are also sons and grandchildren." The old woman in the wedding dress smiled coldly and no longer tried to hide it.
Under the half-open gate of heaven are all ants, and saints are just more precious ants, but in the face of the interests of the empire, no matter how precious they are, they can be sacrificed without blinking an eye.
Heralds was ashamed, and laughed miserably:
"The supreme kingdom of God."
He picked up the cross on his chest and prayed silently, then he opened his mouth and spit out a small fingernail-covered seat, and the air mechanism slowly penetrated into the light curtain.
Suddenly, his face was distorted due to the pain, and horrible blue smoke came out of his seven orifices. Heralds's mind seemed to burst, and he said hysterically:
"The next surge will be seven...seven times."
The secret is fleeting, and his life seems to be drained directly, lying upright under the light curtain, dying.
The altar fell into a boundless dead silence, and all the people were shocked at each other, feeling a strong sense of absurdity.
seven times?
It's ridiculous!
"Do you believe it?" Tuoba Tianxia looked grimly at the old woman in the wedding dress.
The latter paced back and forth, looking at the furious land gods.
Seven times the fighting spirit?
Is it at the first base burst, or after three times and then seven times?
If it is the latter, it is tantamount to a catastrophe!
"Death threat!" A blond-haired and brown-eyed land fairy roared, but the balance in his heart had already tilted, and Herades was unlikely to use the lives of his descendants as a fake.
Was it caused by Gu Changan?
Even a miracle like condensing the physical body should not make Dongtu burst out with unimaginable spiritual will.
The reason why it is so terrifying this time is because there are no ghosts in the world, this is the only one, and its particularity beautifies the unyielding spirit of the Hannu.
"Don't be affected by the false prophecy, there will be no third time for the Han slaves. With the suppression of the Supreme Kingdom of God, no matter how high the fighting spirit of the Eastern Land will be disintegrated."
The blond-haired and brown-eyed land fairy is extraordinarily calm, trying to calm people's minds, the future will always change with the present, even if it is true, as long as the ghosts are killed, the solution will be solved.
Tuoba Tianxia's complexion was like a piece of rusty iron, she remembered that today is the Xiaoman season in the Central Plains.
When the moon is full, it loses, and when the water is full, it overflows.
She doesn't believe that a wild ghost in a lonely city can continue to wreak havoc, and it has reached such a miserable point. If it further exacerbates the chaos of the empire, then she will vaguely question the sanctity and inviolability of the way of heaven.
"You were born with wings, why do you want to crawl forward all your life, like insects and ants!"
"Despicable and stupid!!"
Tuoba Tianxia roared inwardly, and immediately resigned and left the castle. She was waiting for news from the Western Regions. How would Gu Changan choose, should he continue to garrison or go to the Central Plains?
For both options, the empire must make diametrically opposite emergency measures.
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Kucha City.
Walking into the desolate and desolate rammed-earth streets, the soldiers first set up camp in the city, and at three o'clock in the unitary hour, they all went to the cemetery at the foot of the mountain to worship.
There is no green in the bare mountains, endless wooden monuments, and lonely shadows.
"Grandpa and grandma, the Central Plains will take you back, as well as your descendants, relatives, and new comrades-in-arms."
Gu Changan stood there for a long time, until the sound of heavy footsteps was getting closer, he smiled and floated away.
The Empress and Xu Ting and other three emperors set up altars and set up banners, offering gifts of five grains, and sacrifices of cattle and sheep to the dead. Hundreds of thousands of generals and soldiers looked solemn.
I thought the tears had dried up the moment I entered the city, but I still felt bursts of grief when I saw the densely packed old graves.
Amidst the bells and chimes, Chen Zhigu, Prime Minister of Beiliang, trembled his arms, moved his lips and recited the sacrificial oration.
In the boundless silence, a hoarse and heavy voice sounded from the graveyard, with ups and downs and trilling words.
"Central Plains would like to pay homage to the Anxi Army martyrs—"
"The husband heard that he stayed in Siyi, the teachings of the sages, the old and the new, and there was a quarrel at the beginning. The strong man is full of virtue, and he puts himself on the edge of the sword. The spirit is strong and the ghost is strong, and the gold and stone are shaking!"
"Reminiscing about the past, traveling in the desert, serving the country, lonely and miserable in the Western Regions, and the dangerous city of Kucha, what a benevolent teacher to be afraid of, and a great hero!"
"The return of Wei Qianyuan, Fang Jian to the military revolution, boarded the chariot and ignored it, only took righteousness and forgot to spin, swept away the prestige of the fourth generation, inspired the people's ambitions for a hundred years, the painful road is so far away, and left behind in the Western Regions sleep!"
"The sun lives in the moon, the wilderness is clear, the sky is clear, the flesh and blood are far away, and the people of the country are full of thoughts."
"Which is the peace of the mountains and seas only if there is no end to hatred? Is it the dream of the loyal soul, the empathy of the one who comes."
"Help the chariot to return together, look at the mast to welcome each other, settle down in the hometown, and follow the tomb of the same robe."
"The soul is back, to rebel against the hometown."
"The soul is back, Weimo will be hurt forever..."
The moment he finished reading, the old man staggered in the cemetery looking for the tombstone of his late father.
Although the unbearable vicissitudes of the past have long eaten away his memory, what happened that spring is still imprinted in his heart very clearly.
The old yellow dog barked and chased the father away from the back, but the child did not say goodbye and walked in the opposite direction under the setting sun.
"Father, I'll take you home." Chen Zhigu kowtowed in front of a grave with tears in his eyes.
As early as when the list of heroes in Anxi was announced, these descendants decided to go to the Western Regions to do logistics and food transportation. At this moment, they could no longer bear the gushing thoughts and rushed to the grave forest.
"My grandfather, you are so cruel that you won't come back once you leave. My grandma scolded you all her life, and she was still thinking about you before she died."
A burly warrior leaned on the wooden tablet to toast, and the sound of sobbing was inaudible in the weeping grave forest.
"But my grandma didn't remarry. She said that she has a heavy burden on her heart. You are on one end and the child on the other. No one can take it away."
"She also said how could a second man lift his hijab in this lifetime."
"My father also died in battle. I know very little about my father's life, and I don't remember much of what he taught when he was a child. I only remember the saying that it is glorious to defend the family and the country."
"Our old Chai's family has been in the army for three generations. The barbarians are not dead yet, and your great-grandson will also go to the battlefield..."
Gu Chang listened quietly to the crying voices with different accents. In fact, he remembered the names of many old soldiers, and even the appearance appeared in front of his eyes.
"The descendants are very filial and similar to you. In the future, don't often mutter that you are sorry for your children in the underground."
The empress stared blankly at the shadowless black mist illuminated by the lights, and condensed two words in her mind: loneliness.
The more lively the surrounding is, the stronger this sense of loneliness is. Standing in a crowded place, he seems to be in two paintings with his surroundings. Although they are close to each other, they will never blend together.
She walked over, and although it was the first time they met, she whispered in the tone of an old friend:
"I'll take you home."
"The imperial court found the Gu family's old house in Chang'an City and renovated it. You can live the life you want."
Gu Changan was speechless.
More and more people approached, including Xu Ting and Shang Kuo, as well as the academy master and astrologer Li Ping, their eyes were filled with anticipation in unison.
Gu Chang'an pointed at the dark generals, and calmly said:
"There is no self in the world, so I won't go back to my homeland to infect the yin."
"Seeing them, I know that the nation is still moving upwards from the five mountains, all rivers are still rolling eastward, and the will of China will always move forward."
"One day, the flag of the Central Plains will fly in the Holy City of the Barbarian Kingdom."
Li Ping's eyes turned red suddenly, he choked up and said:
"Your mission has been completed. We will find a way to help you reshape your physical body, accept the baptism of Yanmenguan spiritual energy, cultivate the Kyushu tripod, and incarnate the sword of national destiny. You can try anything."
"Why bother forcing yourself, you have to rest!"
She knew how dark this man had walked, and now that dawn was breaking, how could he continue to stay in the night.
Gu Changan smiled at her:
"After I die, I can't go back."
If he wanted to recast his physical body and keep killing wild dogs, he would lose his soul if he left his obsession. He would rather destroy the lonely city than fall outside.
Besides, I have been in the city all my life, so what can I do when I go out.
"After I die, I can't go back."
Hearing these words, Li Ping was stuck in his throat, swallowing countless words he wanted to say, leaving only a suppressed feeling of suffocation.
Whether to come early or not to come to the Western Regions, he can have countless free choices, but it is the Central Plains that cut off his way home.
Everyone's faces were tense, and a plain sentence hit their hearts, and their souls were aching.
"I would like to stay in the lonely city and obey the command of the hero!" A military general spoke excitedly, and the veins on both sides of his temples were bulging.
"I will not retreat!"
"Swear to live and die with the territory!!"
"If you die in battle, the remains can be sent back to the Central Plains, and you will have no regrets in this life."
The generals stepped forward one by one, their voices were decisive, without any hesitation.
"And... and me." Zhe Lansu stood up in the crowd, and when he caught sight of the black mist, he blushed and said in a low voice, "Atonement..."
"Are you still alive?" Gu Changan looked at him with a smile.
Zhe Lansu felt ashamed all of a sudden, his left arm was hanging in the air and he didn't know where to put it.
"Thank you for your coffin and your wine."
With a calm tone, Gu Changan continued:
"Yumen Pass is the territory you should guard. Behind you are the people of the Central Plains. You cannot let the barbarians defile the territory of China."
"In troubled times, there is nothing better than protecting the common people."
After a short pause, he pointed to the mourning graveyard again, and said softly:
"I sent them away with my own hands. I don't want to see my comrades-in-arms fall beside me again."
After a while of silence, the eager faces of the generals gradually dimmed, and the light in their eyes disappeared, turning to sadness.
They don't know, they just want to do something within their ability, so that this indomitable man is no longer a single soldier.
Because they don't know when this strand of soul will disappear, they want to accompany them, and are afraid that the hero will be lost in the lonely city alone.
"Chang'an, Chang'an, what are you talking about?!"
After hearing the news, several elderly grandmas rushed over, their silver temples were scattered, and they roared hysterically:
"If you don't leave, what will we old bones do?"
"Without me, who will weave you, who will cook for you?"
"It's almost autumn, it's very cold at night, you don't have thick clothes, what should you do if you're too cold?"
Their hoarse voices were pleading sobs. Only by watching Chang An grow up, and how Chang An changed from a doll to a hero of the Central Plains, can one understand the suffering of this child.
Gu Changan still responded with a smile:
"I'm a ghost, I don't need to eat or wear anything."
Li Wan turned her head away, tears still falling down, she tried her best to contain her emotions, but she completely lost control because of one sentence.
"You fart! You are still Chang'an. Anyway, if you don't leave, I won't leave. I will talk to you every day." Mrs. Xu's eyes were full of tears, and she directly put on a tough tone.
"In Chang'an, the old man also stayed. He stayed for almost 65 years, and he was not willing to give up a brick or a tree."
Carpenter Qin had a cold expression on his face, but Liu Shang who followed behind was already in tears. He knew that no one could change Chang'an's mind.
In the past, when Mrs. Guo was still alive, she persuaded Chang'an to surrender all day long, but Chang'an still patrolled the city day and night, until today, without interruption.
"The old man has no heirs, help me die!" Carpenter Qin couldn't resist his tone, but his heart trembled violently.
He was afraid that one day Chang'an would lose his soul, and if he wanted to stay by his side, at least he could rely on carpentry to make a coffin, a dark box.
"Brother Chang'an, I'm almost old enough to go to the battlefield."
Xiao Luoyang straightened his body, pursed his chapped lips tightly, the Central Plains without Brother Chang'an would not be the Central Plains in his dream.
Gu Changan was silent for a long time, and suddenly sneered:
"Why are we fighting? So that their children can study in private schools safely, and so that you old people can spend a peaceful old age!"
"The mission is completed, do we still have to die one by one? Don't you think 64 years are not enough?"
"Which one of you is not my burden? As long as there is one person left, I must leave a concern. You want to torture me endlessly!"
"enough!!"
With a gloomy voice getting louder and louder, he walked up to Liu Shang and looked at the seven urns in his arms.
"Your parents, and your grandparents." Liu Shang showed a long-lost smile.
Gu Changan nodded, wanted to pat him on the shoulder but was afraid of the Yin Qi invading his body, so he withdrew his gestures and said earnestly:
"In the future, I will guide the temple and ascend the pavilion to become a prime minister."
"No..." Liu Shang smiled with tears in his eyes, and said firmly:
"I'm going to join the army."
"If the world is happy, I really want to fish, woodcutters, farm and study, and roam the rivers and lakes, but in a world of collapse and chaos, with the abyss on the side, I will die."
"That's fine." Gu Changan didn't try to persuade him any more, his eyes shifted to the urn, and he murmured in a low voice:
"I'm sorry, the unfilial son will have no sons and grandchildren."
"I only have one request to Zhongyuan, to sweep my tomb on Qingming Festival, and put a March peach blossom in front of my mother's tomb. I remember she likes it too."
After speaking, he ignored the painful eyes of the relatives in Gucheng, and left directly.
But as he walked, Hei Wu stopped, looked at the face that was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar with it, and showed the bright smile that should be when saying goodbye:
"If I don't see you again, I wish you good morning, good afternoon, and good night."
Turn your back and float away.
Carpenter Qin collapsed on the ground, his eyes were empty, and he muttered in his mouth:
"We all have a beginning and an end, what about you... what about you, what about you?"
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The dark room has not been lived in since he was seven years old, but it is clean and dust-free. Grandma Xu cleans it every day, but it has been 18 years since he slept in the room last time.
"Finally there is no need to defend the city."
"Nice dream."
Gu Changan lay sideways on the bed, smelling the smell of gravel, Xu Ying gradually began to twitch, whimpering in the dark.
He couldn't even shed tears, but it was clearly painful to death.
"Good dream, good dream..." Gu Changan wailed mournfully, like an abandoned little animal, his body was shaking so badly that he couldn't stop no matter what.
Why is it me! !
I also want to go to the Central Plains, but my soul is scattered in the Central Plains. Besides causing pain to the common people, what else can I bring?
I can only curl up in a corner, accepting the fact that my soul is gone on an ordinary day when no one is paying attention.
Grandpa Qin, Grandma Xu, who are not relatives who get along day and night, I have been saying goodbye since I was a child, saying goodbye to each relative, until now I send the last one away.
I have finished the way I should go, I have kept the ground I should keep.
A lonely person guarding a lonely city, this is the final outcome.
I want to live for myself.
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outside the city.
The Nine Sages and all the enlightened ones are entrenched in the air, and the majestic aura gushes out the withered and withered peach blossom branches, forming a strange fan-shaped arc in all directions.
This peach was originally a product of the Central Plains. It had been baptized by the spiritual energy of Yanmen Pass. At this moment, the energy of the Central Plains nourished it vigorously, and the peach petals grew visible to the naked eye.
The pink peach blossoms are close to each other, crowding the entire branch, the trunk becomes thicker and thicker, and the peach petals are like pieces of burning clouds in the night snow.
Jiusheng's complexion was pale, and the qi in his body was exhausted, but no one stopped until the peach blossoms grew to the height of a city tower, until the farthest peach branches extended twenty miles away, until Ruan Xian fainted...
Look upstairs.
The empress is guarding the city tonight, she is staring at a peach plant that looks like a peach garden, the snow is intertwined with the petals, the most beautiful scene in the world.
The bright moon hangs high in the sky, round and bright, exuding a cool light. Li Wan wanders aimlessly into the distance.
After only two hours, she was already very tired. She didn't know how painful it was to repeat this movement day after day.
did you sleep well
You have been laughing all day today. In fact, you should be in pain, but no one is qualified to comfort you.
The empress shook her head, trying to shake something out of her head, but the figure from her back still lingered.
The army will start tomorrow.
At this time tomorrow, are you still guarding the top of the city?
Her eyes were in a trance, but she became firm again in an instant, and said something emphatically.
Pei Jingshu, who was dozing against the wall behind her, woke up suddenly and stared at His Majesty in amazement.
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(End of this chapter)
May 24th is Xiaoman, one of the [-] solar terms.
It seems that people in the world are very taboo about consummation and completeness. There are minor heat and great heat, minor cold and severe cold in the solar terms, but Daman is missing.
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On the day of Xiaoman, the Central Plains coalition forces joined each other head to tail, drums and horns heard each other, and banners and flags fluttered for two hundred miles, slowly approaching the isolated city of thousands of miles.
Getting closer and closer.
Close enough to see the three-foot flagpole piled up with snow.
As we get closer, the outline of the isolated city gradually comes into view.
The million soldiers were as silent as death, with the sound of heavy breathing one after another.
Looking up, you can see the Tang flag that has long been dusty in history. This kind of impact is more intense than any publicity, and it is shocking!
It is this banner that has been upheld for 64 years that has regained the courage of the desperate people of the Central Plains.
It was also this blood flag that allowed the Chinese nation to defeat the arrogant barbarians on the frontal battlefield.
But the flag bearer fell down.
Never see you again.
The solemn atmosphere lasted for a long, long time, until Yunche issued a hoarse order, and then it spread layer by layer, spreading throughout the millions of troops:
"Welcome home the remains of the heroes!"
The queue walked towards the isolated city in an orderly manner, and everyone had deep expressions.
In fact, many soldiers from poor families don't understand the sense of historical weight, but when they step on the uneven bones of the broken limbs, they deeply feel a kind of powerlessness and desolation.
Anyone who has been on the battlefield knows that the corpse will be infected with the plague. Is it because the Anxi guards are unwilling to burn it?
In the end, there is only one person alone, and the wild dogs all over the desert can't be burned!
Time seems to be very long, the world is getting quieter and quieter, only the muffled footsteps remain.
The golden figure at the front stopped slowly, and the empress stared at the blood flag close at hand for a moment in a daze.
She had practiced the movement of pulling the flag many times, but now that it finally came, Li Wan found that her five fingers were trembling slightly. She was so close, but she never dared to stretch it out.
Under the attention of all the people, the Empress of the Tang Dynasty finally grasped the flagpole, shook her wrist, and the flag rose from the ground, flying in the wind and snow.
At this moment, the Anxi Army's mission was completed.
"Sixty-four years ago, Suzong Li Heng handed over this flag to the Eighth Regiment of the Anxi Army and told them to fight against the enemy bravely."
"Today, they returned the flag to me!"
The solemn voice resounded, and the Empress walked into the territory first, as if walking into another world.
Outside, the setting sun buried the horizon, and the yellow sand rolled up to cover the sky; inside the territory, it was covered with snow, and the snow flakes covered it in layers, swaying and falling on Li Wan's hair and between his eyebrows.
She stared at the bloody city wall. Not a single city brick was intact, and the heavy snow could not wash away the blood stains that had accumulated for decades. The city gate was scarlet and rough, the color of death.
Looking at it, the vision gradually blurred, and a teardrop fell down without warning.
The moment he heard the news of his death, he felt more guilty than sad.
But I can witness the crumbling blood sword leaning on the railing, the unpatrolled city, the birds chirping non-stop in order to avoid the snow in the position that originally belonged to Gu Changan——
She was dizzy, stopped and knelt down slowly, feeling unprecedented grief.
The Central Plains will never lose Gu Changan.
"That peach branch should have been planted by Chang An during his lifetime, so why can't it grow taller?"
Liu Shang muttered to himself in the queue, his eyes leaped over the withered peach branches, and landed on the watchtower inspection platform.
"Alas..." Zhe Lansu sighed deeply. He was most afraid of the figure at the head of the city. He slaughtered [-] troops during the day, and patrolled the isolated city with his wounded body at night. It was like this day and night.
But that man was not there, he died a month ago.
It was probably sacrificed outside the isolated city, and the majestic energy of the body disappeared, turning into a vision of never-ending heavy snow.
thump--
The scene of the rickety old man kneeling is inappropriate. He is the emperor of Beiliang, and he is the commander-in-chief of the million-dollar coalition army.
But Xu Ting knelt down to atone for his sins in public like this, a decision that defied all opinions, and extinguished the brightest light of the Chinese nation.
Not only him, hundreds of thousands of generals are burdened with heavy spiritual shackles, this is a debt that can never be repaid.
The wind howled, and the dark black tide slowly approached the isolated city.
The whole picture of the top of the city is completely clear, bones and carrion are deeply embedded in the cracks of the bricks, and the thick walls are painted with blood, which is so frightening that thousands of soldiers dare not look at them.
The towering isolated city is the backbone of Anxi's heroic soul!
The flag that has survived for 64 years is Gu Changan's strength of character!
The muddy and bloody land is the spirit of the Central Plains nation fighting in despair!
The isolated city has awakened the timid people in the Central Plains. Just like the swordsmiths in the Spring and Autumn Period, Gu Chang'an spent his whole life forging the sharp sword that defends the glory of the nation!
"Don't forget the shame, remember the martyrs!"
I don't know who roared angrily, hundreds of thousands of generals spontaneously waved their arms in salute, roaring and screaming while trying not to let tears fall.
Only after experiencing the war and walking through the thousands of miles of desert in person, can you feel the greatness and tragedy of the Anxi Army sticking to the isolated city.
Persisting in the dark and desperate situation until now is entirely using will to create miracles and using faith to fight against barbarians.
Anxi's heroic soul deserves the highest respect!
The roar that shook the sky faintly made the isolated city shake, and two figures, one old and one young, slowly walked over the top of the city.
The old man had a broken arm and a crippled leg. He was short and dry. He wore a rough blue shirt and his face was sunken.
Looking at the boundless army, Xiao Luoyang unconsciously shed tears from the corners of his eyes. He raised his sleeves and wiped them away. The more he wiped, the tears grew.
But he wasn't as excited as he had imagined, and all his expectations were gone the moment Brother Chang'an died.
The empress at the front moved her lips, choked with sobs and said, "It's late."
Carpenter Qin didn't say a word, no matter how shallow his knowledge was, he should know that he bowed and saluted and said to His Majesty, but he couldn't let it go.
Anxi Jun never feared death, not even afraid that death was worthless, but when a lie hammered the night heavily, no matter how beautiful the dawn was, it was incomplete.
"It's very late. It's a pity that Chang'an died." Qin Carpenter's voice was muddy and hoarse, and he was not nervous when facing the army of wild dogs. He had no reason to show timidity to the Central Plains army.
"I'm sorry." The queen's expression was pale, and the intense pain was like the whole heart being crushed into powder by a big hand.
"When a person dies, it's unnecessary to say anything, whether you remember it or forget it..."
Carpenter Qin paused as he spoke, and saw Liu Shang, who was as thin as a stick, with a long-lost smile on his face:
"Go home."
Everything was silent, and millions of heroes stood silently, letting the wind and snow blow their cheeks.
Liu Shang left the team, walked into the city gate silently, pushed it open gently, and the young and old walked down the city gate to greet him.
The former frail scholar suddenly hugged his head, bit his fist to suppress his sobs, and his body convulsed violently.
Back in the lonely city, the memories of the unbearable three years flooded in like a flood. He experienced countless humiliations and despair, and he could only vent at home without any burden.
Xiao Luoyang ran over, trying to stop him.
"It's not easy for him to cry enough." Qin Carpenter sighed, raised his hand and patted Liu Shang's shoulder, "You are also an Anxi hero, and we are proud of you."
"Brother Chang'an is living here, go and persuade him." After all, the child couldn't hide the secret, Xiao Luoyang begged tearfully.
Liu Shang's crying stopped abruptly, and he stared at Xiao Luoyang in shock.
"Chang'an said that he was afraid that the Central Plains would feel guilty, and he didn't want to scare them, so..."
Carpenter Qin was halfway through speaking, when his thin figure rushed madly towards the city wall living a mile away, almost out of breath, he pushed open the dilapidated wooden door.
The gloomy black mist leaned quietly against the wall, and one could vaguely see white hair and a white robe, as well as a clean smiling face.
"Chang'an!" Liu Shang burst into tears instantly.
Is it the legendary soul?
He wasn't shocked or delighted, he just felt a throbbing pain in his heart.
"Just such a ghostly look." Gu Changan smiled, "I am also very sad."
After finishing speaking, he took a look at Liu Shang and murmured softly:
"Suffering."
Liu Shang stared at him with red eyes, some things were a great grievance to hide, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that they were not worth mentioning, so he pretended to be carefree and said:
"It's just a little bit of wind and frost."
"I know it's a bad life." Gu Changan saw his missing tongue and three amputated fingers.
Liu Shang's lips trembled, he turned his head and squeezed out a smile:
"The journey has been very smooth, and I just miss you very much."
The black mist gradually dissipated, and Gu Changan's voice was very erratic, not wanting to convey Yin Qi:
"The way I am now, I don't want to scare them, and I don't want to make Zhongyuan feel guilty. You can arrange to bring back the remains of the grandpas."
"Chang'an!"
Liu Shang wanted to grab the arm, but it was in vain. He rarely said angrily:
"Who will be afraid of you? You have gone through so much suffering just to hide in the dark?"
Gu Changan was silent, only he knew the confusion and loss in his eyes.
"Chang'an, when we made an oath, I brought the Central Plains army to the isolated city, and you stand on the top of the city and raise the flag, how can you break the contract!"
"What did the grandpas say before they were alive? No one cares about us when we are alive. We must be beautiful after death. If you are not in the Anxi Eighth Regiment, it will be incomplete!"
Liu Shang was extremely emotional, his voice was hysterical shouting, and the part of his abdomen twitched endlessly.
Chang'an, probably won't leave the isolated city.
It scares him.
Gu Chang'an was speechless, the last wish of the old guard of the city shook his mind, "Let's go."
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There was a long dead silence outside the city.
The snow never ends.
The general's heart became heavy and cold.
Falling on the eve of victory is always the most desperate thing in the world.
He has endured endless suffering, holding a torch to forge ahead in the dark night, it was the Central Plains who snatched the torch and pushed him into the abyss of death!
Standing where the hero stands, but never having the chance to say thank you again.
suddenly.
"Boom!"
"Dong dong!"
"Boom boom boom——"
The deep lizard skin drum sounded suddenly, hurried and courageous, just like the beating of war drums!
The voice was so abrupt that the general was at a loss and stared at the lonely city in a daze.
The speed of the beating became faster and faster, and gradually the mountains and tsunami roared, and the calm outside the city was completely torn apart by the sound of the drums!
As night fell, the sound stopped abruptly.
"More than 2 blows..." Some practitioners muttered in a low voice, which represents the heroic soul of Anxi who died heroically.
Who is beating the drums?
He looked up, his pupils constricted, his nose was sour, and his eyes were dimmed with tears.
After a long time, he found that the moment frozen in front of him was forever imprinted in the depths of his soul.
Everything in the world froze.
Snowflakes fell on the faces of disbelief.
Millions of generals had cardiac arrest, and the mist floating over the city was so eye-catching, and it also shocked the past and the present.
A man who dared to split the earth and open the sky in the face of suffering.
He is back.
No, he never left!
Transform the soul of the hero, town the mountains and rivers!
At this moment, not only ordinary soldiers, but also emperors like Li Wan and Xu Ting felt a flame burning in their hearts.
I was so excited that my whole body trembled, and I was so moved that my eyes filled with tears.
For the rest of his life, the scene of the soul shadow stepping on the top of the city will be echoed in his mind.
No one is creepy, and no one is frightened.
not a single one!
Even the girl in charge of transporting the food was full of tears at the moment. She would have nightmares when she encountered a snake in the forest at night, but she was only excited when she witnessed the legendary ghost.
How can a person who spends his whole life protecting the common people in the Central Plains be afraid of him, and how can he be afraid of him?
Even if he lies in a palm-sized urn, even if he turns into a ghost who chooses and devours people, he will always be the giant of the Chinese nation!
In the almost suffocating silence, the 64-year-late reincarnation sounded from the top of the city.
Gu Chang'an looked around at the vast army of millions, and said forcefully against the wind and snow:
"All the Eighth Regiment of the Anxi Army report for duty."
"Fulfilling the mission, not losing an inch of land."
Like a bass string accidentally struck in the silence of the night.
The sound of the piano is like a waterfall torrent, like a howling animal, like a storm and storm!
Whether it is a general or a practitioner, at this historic moment, they are trying their best to suppress their voices.
Silence is powerful. The Central Plains army does not say a word, and they want to use silence to express a monstrous power.
It can destroy the world and shake the universe, and it can shake the universe and the sky!
When the ghost sticks to the territory, when that sentence spreads all over the world, it has surpassed any spiritual inspiration, and it is the most incomparable touch in the world!
Everyone was suppressed, the empress trembled her eyebrows, there was hesitation between her brows, but she never dared to meet Gu Changan's eyes, the boundless pain made her breathless.
For a long time.
The empress finally encouraged her courage. She clearly saw the clean and handsome face in the black mist, and saw the smiling face that was still clear after a lifetime of hardships.
"On behalf of the common people, Li Shu, I say..."
Li Wan was silent for a long time, choked up and said:
"I've worked hard for you all these years."
The female emperor's cry followed the bleak wind and snow, and completely infected millions of generals outside the city, which was as quiet as death.
"Defending the border and defending the enemy is the mission, so why bother?" Gu Chang'an was expressionless, but he still knew that he was in a daze and suffering, like a child who had left home after searching for a long time and finally found his real home.
"It's just...it's just that this journey is really difficult."
Countless generals couldn't control their emotions any longer, lowered their heads and gritted their teeth and sobbed.
Suffered countless wounds, shed countless blood, spent lonely days and nights alone, faced the mighty wild dogs alone, and wandered alone in the dark.
Their seven-year-old is carefree, and his seven-year-old is to kill the enemy with a sword.
The duty and mission turned him from a man to a lunatic, and from a lunatic to a ghost.
There are so many sufferings that bring despair and tears when he thinks about it, he just said two words that are light and fluffy——
hard.
"I'm sorry, I killed you." Xu Ting's eyes were filled with tears, and his voice trembled slightly.
Gu Chang'an felt the military power of the Central Plains, and seeing young people who were desperate for the survival of the nation, his emotions gradually became complicated.
"Death is not a pity, but I hope that the Central Plains will drive out the barbarians and restore the glory of the nation."
"I hope that you will come and tell me proudly——today's prosperous world, as you wish."
"Knowing that it is impossible, there will be such a glimmer of hope."
Momo, then said with a smile in a reassuring voice:
"Don't feel guilty. If I had been conscious at the time, I would have killed the barbarians in the same way."
"If you go back to 64 years ago with your memory, the Eighth Regiment of the Anxi Army will still step into the Western Regions to defend the Central Plains."
"This is our responsibility and we have never regretted it."
After speaking, he also realized that his Yin Qi was spreading wildly, so he said softly:
"Go into the city."
The shadow of the soul disappeared at the top of the city, but the millions of generals and soldiers still stood where they were, and there was a violent shock in their hearts, which could not be calmed down for a long time.
In their imagination, Gu Chang'an should be the most proud person in the world, one who shows his sharpness and shines brightly like the sun.
But he speaks very ordinary, just like countless friends around him, the more he pretends to be ordinary, the more he brings sadness like a stormy sea.
He just doesn't want us to be burdened, and we don't want us to feel guilty. His only wish is the prosperity of the Central Plains.
The night was already very dark, and the team began to slowly enter the city. Everyone's face was tense, but a high-pitched roar burst out from the depths of their hearts.
At the moment when the ghost stood on the top of the city, they already believed in the tenacious willpower of their nation that has been passed down for thousands of years!
They believe that no matter how broken the situation is, the belief in the rise of the nation cannot be shaken! !
Knowing that it is a dead end, death does not come soon! ! !
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Top floor of the castle.
There is a blurred light curtain floating on the spiral staircase, and there is faint lightning and thunder inside, and the wind and rain are blowing.
The light curtain was divided into several pieces, and one of the light curtains heard a loud noise like the sound of an ancient bell.
Every time it sounded, Queen Tuoba Tianxia's face became more ferocious, her temples throbbed in rage, and her pupils glowed a terrifying purple.
"It exploded!" A sage wizard with facial tattoos was bleeding from his seven orifices, his strange eyes stared at the light curtain, and said in a deep voice:
"Three times better than last time."
Everyone at the altar was breathing heavily, and the atmosphere was as stiff as iron.
three times? !
The empire discovered that the human world is a sphere, and it is cut into several land plates. This is a prediction made by drawing on the Qi mechanism of the heavens. It is not a national destiny but a spiritual power.
The last time the isolated city was exposed, the deeds of Anxi veteran and Gu Changan spread throughout the mainland of China, and the decadent willpower of the Central Plains ushered in a surge.
The disaster brought to the empire was reflected in the battle of the Western Regions.
Although the lunatic changed the situation of the battle by himself, the tenacious fighting of the millions of Han slaves in the Central Plains also played a vital role, otherwise the frontal battlefield would not be won.
This time, transforming ghosts into the town of mountains and rivers has actually brought a three-fold increase in the spiritual level. If the exposure of the lonely city made the Central Plains sick tiger stand up, now it is time to look for prey.
"Are you sure?" The old woman in the wedding dress looked gloomy.
The few old monsters who had half-opened the gate of heaven didn't say a word. The degree of shock brought about by being a ghost guard is predictable. Even when they first heard it, they were like a bolt from the blue, and their consciousness was in a trance.
"Can you spy on the next change?" Tuoba Tianxia adjusted his mood, staring at the wizard for a moment.
After hearing this, the wizard immediately shook his head and vetoed, his dark pupils flickering with imperceptible fear.
Tuoba Tianxia keenly caught it.
"Will your life be shortened?" She said calmly.
The wizard hesitated for a moment, then murmured: "It will...will come back and die violently."
After speaking, it was like falling into an ice cave, and the whole body was filled with a bone-chilling chill.
Waves of aura like abysses and seas locked on him.
"Herades, the crown of glory is reserved for you, and you will be an inescapable monument in the realm of the warlocks of the empire."
"Dedicated to the great mission of the abyss today, it is an honor!"
There was a flat and irrefutable sound from the spiral staircase.
The wizard named Heralds was terrified. He was afraid that his majestic saint would be a cheap life?
"Impossible!" He turned pale and flatly refused.
After a long silence, the old woman in the wedding dress searched for memories in her mind, then pulled the corners of her mouth to smile:
"If your precious granddaughter knew that her grandpa was a shameless coward of the empire, wouldn't she commit suicide in humiliation?"
Heralds shuddered, staring at the old woman's ugly face, unable to believe that she threatened his most beloved granddaughter.
"There are also sons and grandchildren." The old woman in the wedding dress smiled coldly and no longer tried to hide it.
Under the half-open gate of heaven are all ants, and saints are just more precious ants, but in the face of the interests of the empire, no matter how precious they are, they can be sacrificed without blinking an eye.
Heralds was ashamed, and laughed miserably:
"The supreme kingdom of God."
He picked up the cross on his chest and prayed silently, then he opened his mouth and spit out a small fingernail-covered seat, and the air mechanism slowly penetrated into the light curtain.
Suddenly, his face was distorted due to the pain, and horrible blue smoke came out of his seven orifices. Heralds's mind seemed to burst, and he said hysterically:
"The next surge will be seven...seven times."
The secret is fleeting, and his life seems to be drained directly, lying upright under the light curtain, dying.
The altar fell into a boundless dead silence, and all the people were shocked at each other, feeling a strong sense of absurdity.
seven times?
It's ridiculous!
"Do you believe it?" Tuoba Tianxia looked grimly at the old woman in the wedding dress.
The latter paced back and forth, looking at the furious land gods.
Seven times the fighting spirit?
Is it at the first base burst, or after three times and then seven times?
If it is the latter, it is tantamount to a catastrophe!
"Death threat!" A blond-haired and brown-eyed land fairy roared, but the balance in his heart had already tilted, and Herades was unlikely to use the lives of his descendants as a fake.
Was it caused by Gu Changan?
Even a miracle like condensing the physical body should not make Dongtu burst out with unimaginable spiritual will.
The reason why it is so terrifying this time is because there are no ghosts in the world, this is the only one, and its particularity beautifies the unyielding spirit of the Hannu.
"Don't be affected by the false prophecy, there will be no third time for the Han slaves. With the suppression of the Supreme Kingdom of God, no matter how high the fighting spirit of the Eastern Land will be disintegrated."
The blond-haired and brown-eyed land fairy is extraordinarily calm, trying to calm people's minds, the future will always change with the present, even if it is true, as long as the ghosts are killed, the solution will be solved.
Tuoba Tianxia's complexion was like a piece of rusty iron, she remembered that today is the Xiaoman season in the Central Plains.
When the moon is full, it loses, and when the water is full, it overflows.
She doesn't believe that a wild ghost in a lonely city can continue to wreak havoc, and it has reached such a miserable point. If it further exacerbates the chaos of the empire, then she will vaguely question the sanctity and inviolability of the way of heaven.
"You were born with wings, why do you want to crawl forward all your life, like insects and ants!"
"Despicable and stupid!!"
Tuoba Tianxia roared inwardly, and immediately resigned and left the castle. She was waiting for news from the Western Regions. How would Gu Changan choose, should he continue to garrison or go to the Central Plains?
For both options, the empire must make diametrically opposite emergency measures.
……
Kucha City.
Walking into the desolate and desolate rammed-earth streets, the soldiers first set up camp in the city, and at three o'clock in the unitary hour, they all went to the cemetery at the foot of the mountain to worship.
There is no green in the bare mountains, endless wooden monuments, and lonely shadows.
"Grandpa and grandma, the Central Plains will take you back, as well as your descendants, relatives, and new comrades-in-arms."
Gu Changan stood there for a long time, until the sound of heavy footsteps was getting closer, he smiled and floated away.
The Empress and Xu Ting and other three emperors set up altars and set up banners, offering gifts of five grains, and sacrifices of cattle and sheep to the dead. Hundreds of thousands of generals and soldiers looked solemn.
I thought the tears had dried up the moment I entered the city, but I still felt bursts of grief when I saw the densely packed old graves.
Amidst the bells and chimes, Chen Zhigu, Prime Minister of Beiliang, trembled his arms, moved his lips and recited the sacrificial oration.
In the boundless silence, a hoarse and heavy voice sounded from the graveyard, with ups and downs and trilling words.
"Central Plains would like to pay homage to the Anxi Army martyrs—"
"The husband heard that he stayed in Siyi, the teachings of the sages, the old and the new, and there was a quarrel at the beginning. The strong man is full of virtue, and he puts himself on the edge of the sword. The spirit is strong and the ghost is strong, and the gold and stone are shaking!"
"Reminiscing about the past, traveling in the desert, serving the country, lonely and miserable in the Western Regions, and the dangerous city of Kucha, what a benevolent teacher to be afraid of, and a great hero!"
"The return of Wei Qianyuan, Fang Jian to the military revolution, boarded the chariot and ignored it, only took righteousness and forgot to spin, swept away the prestige of the fourth generation, inspired the people's ambitions for a hundred years, the painful road is so far away, and left behind in the Western Regions sleep!"
"The sun lives in the moon, the wilderness is clear, the sky is clear, the flesh and blood are far away, and the people of the country are full of thoughts."
"Which is the peace of the mountains and seas only if there is no end to hatred? Is it the dream of the loyal soul, the empathy of the one who comes."
"Help the chariot to return together, look at the mast to welcome each other, settle down in the hometown, and follow the tomb of the same robe."
"The soul is back, to rebel against the hometown."
"The soul is back, Weimo will be hurt forever..."
The moment he finished reading, the old man staggered in the cemetery looking for the tombstone of his late father.
Although the unbearable vicissitudes of the past have long eaten away his memory, what happened that spring is still imprinted in his heart very clearly.
The old yellow dog barked and chased the father away from the back, but the child did not say goodbye and walked in the opposite direction under the setting sun.
"Father, I'll take you home." Chen Zhigu kowtowed in front of a grave with tears in his eyes.
As early as when the list of heroes in Anxi was announced, these descendants decided to go to the Western Regions to do logistics and food transportation. At this moment, they could no longer bear the gushing thoughts and rushed to the grave forest.
"My grandfather, you are so cruel that you won't come back once you leave. My grandma scolded you all her life, and she was still thinking about you before she died."
A burly warrior leaned on the wooden tablet to toast, and the sound of sobbing was inaudible in the weeping grave forest.
"But my grandma didn't remarry. She said that she has a heavy burden on her heart. You are on one end and the child on the other. No one can take it away."
"She also said how could a second man lift his hijab in this lifetime."
"My father also died in battle. I know very little about my father's life, and I don't remember much of what he taught when he was a child. I only remember the saying that it is glorious to defend the family and the country."
"Our old Chai's family has been in the army for three generations. The barbarians are not dead yet, and your great-grandson will also go to the battlefield..."
Gu Chang listened quietly to the crying voices with different accents. In fact, he remembered the names of many old soldiers, and even the appearance appeared in front of his eyes.
"The descendants are very filial and similar to you. In the future, don't often mutter that you are sorry for your children in the underground."
The empress stared blankly at the shadowless black mist illuminated by the lights, and condensed two words in her mind: loneliness.
The more lively the surrounding is, the stronger this sense of loneliness is. Standing in a crowded place, he seems to be in two paintings with his surroundings. Although they are close to each other, they will never blend together.
She walked over, and although it was the first time they met, she whispered in the tone of an old friend:
"I'll take you home."
"The imperial court found the Gu family's old house in Chang'an City and renovated it. You can live the life you want."
Gu Changan was speechless.
More and more people approached, including Xu Ting and Shang Kuo, as well as the academy master and astrologer Li Ping, their eyes were filled with anticipation in unison.
Gu Chang'an pointed at the dark generals, and calmly said:
"There is no self in the world, so I won't go back to my homeland to infect the yin."
"Seeing them, I know that the nation is still moving upwards from the five mountains, all rivers are still rolling eastward, and the will of China will always move forward."
"One day, the flag of the Central Plains will fly in the Holy City of the Barbarian Kingdom."
Li Ping's eyes turned red suddenly, he choked up and said:
"Your mission has been completed. We will find a way to help you reshape your physical body, accept the baptism of Yanmenguan spiritual energy, cultivate the Kyushu tripod, and incarnate the sword of national destiny. You can try anything."
"Why bother forcing yourself, you have to rest!"
She knew how dark this man had walked, and now that dawn was breaking, how could he continue to stay in the night.
Gu Changan smiled at her:
"After I die, I can't go back."
If he wanted to recast his physical body and keep killing wild dogs, he would lose his soul if he left his obsession. He would rather destroy the lonely city than fall outside.
Besides, I have been in the city all my life, so what can I do when I go out.
"After I die, I can't go back."
Hearing these words, Li Ping was stuck in his throat, swallowing countless words he wanted to say, leaving only a suppressed feeling of suffocation.
Whether to come early or not to come to the Western Regions, he can have countless free choices, but it is the Central Plains that cut off his way home.
Everyone's faces were tense, and a plain sentence hit their hearts, and their souls were aching.
"I would like to stay in the lonely city and obey the command of the hero!" A military general spoke excitedly, and the veins on both sides of his temples were bulging.
"I will not retreat!"
"Swear to live and die with the territory!!"
"If you die in battle, the remains can be sent back to the Central Plains, and you will have no regrets in this life."
The generals stepped forward one by one, their voices were decisive, without any hesitation.
"And... and me." Zhe Lansu stood up in the crowd, and when he caught sight of the black mist, he blushed and said in a low voice, "Atonement..."
"Are you still alive?" Gu Changan looked at him with a smile.
Zhe Lansu felt ashamed all of a sudden, his left arm was hanging in the air and he didn't know where to put it.
"Thank you for your coffin and your wine."
With a calm tone, Gu Changan continued:
"Yumen Pass is the territory you should guard. Behind you are the people of the Central Plains. You cannot let the barbarians defile the territory of China."
"In troubled times, there is nothing better than protecting the common people."
After a short pause, he pointed to the mourning graveyard again, and said softly:
"I sent them away with my own hands. I don't want to see my comrades-in-arms fall beside me again."
After a while of silence, the eager faces of the generals gradually dimmed, and the light in their eyes disappeared, turning to sadness.
They don't know, they just want to do something within their ability, so that this indomitable man is no longer a single soldier.
Because they don't know when this strand of soul will disappear, they want to accompany them, and are afraid that the hero will be lost in the lonely city alone.
"Chang'an, Chang'an, what are you talking about?!"
After hearing the news, several elderly grandmas rushed over, their silver temples were scattered, and they roared hysterically:
"If you don't leave, what will we old bones do?"
"Without me, who will weave you, who will cook for you?"
"It's almost autumn, it's very cold at night, you don't have thick clothes, what should you do if you're too cold?"
Their hoarse voices were pleading sobs. Only by watching Chang An grow up, and how Chang An changed from a doll to a hero of the Central Plains, can one understand the suffering of this child.
Gu Changan still responded with a smile:
"I'm a ghost, I don't need to eat or wear anything."
Li Wan turned her head away, tears still falling down, she tried her best to contain her emotions, but she completely lost control because of one sentence.
"You fart! You are still Chang'an. Anyway, if you don't leave, I won't leave. I will talk to you every day." Mrs. Xu's eyes were full of tears, and she directly put on a tough tone.
"In Chang'an, the old man also stayed. He stayed for almost 65 years, and he was not willing to give up a brick or a tree."
Carpenter Qin had a cold expression on his face, but Liu Shang who followed behind was already in tears. He knew that no one could change Chang'an's mind.
In the past, when Mrs. Guo was still alive, she persuaded Chang'an to surrender all day long, but Chang'an still patrolled the city day and night, until today, without interruption.
"The old man has no heirs, help me die!" Carpenter Qin couldn't resist his tone, but his heart trembled violently.
He was afraid that one day Chang'an would lose his soul, and if he wanted to stay by his side, at least he could rely on carpentry to make a coffin, a dark box.
"Brother Chang'an, I'm almost old enough to go to the battlefield."
Xiao Luoyang straightened his body, pursed his chapped lips tightly, the Central Plains without Brother Chang'an would not be the Central Plains in his dream.
Gu Changan was silent for a long time, and suddenly sneered:
"Why are we fighting? So that their children can study in private schools safely, and so that you old people can spend a peaceful old age!"
"The mission is completed, do we still have to die one by one? Don't you think 64 years are not enough?"
"Which one of you is not my burden? As long as there is one person left, I must leave a concern. You want to torture me endlessly!"
"enough!!"
With a gloomy voice getting louder and louder, he walked up to Liu Shang and looked at the seven urns in his arms.
"Your parents, and your grandparents." Liu Shang showed a long-lost smile.
Gu Changan nodded, wanted to pat him on the shoulder but was afraid of the Yin Qi invading his body, so he withdrew his gestures and said earnestly:
"In the future, I will guide the temple and ascend the pavilion to become a prime minister."
"No..." Liu Shang smiled with tears in his eyes, and said firmly:
"I'm going to join the army."
"If the world is happy, I really want to fish, woodcutters, farm and study, and roam the rivers and lakes, but in a world of collapse and chaos, with the abyss on the side, I will die."
"That's fine." Gu Changan didn't try to persuade him any more, his eyes shifted to the urn, and he murmured in a low voice:
"I'm sorry, the unfilial son will have no sons and grandchildren."
"I only have one request to Zhongyuan, to sweep my tomb on Qingming Festival, and put a March peach blossom in front of my mother's tomb. I remember she likes it too."
After speaking, he ignored the painful eyes of the relatives in Gucheng, and left directly.
But as he walked, Hei Wu stopped, looked at the face that was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar with it, and showed the bright smile that should be when saying goodbye:
"If I don't see you again, I wish you good morning, good afternoon, and good night."
Turn your back and float away.
Carpenter Qin collapsed on the ground, his eyes were empty, and he muttered in his mouth:
"We all have a beginning and an end, what about you... what about you, what about you?"
……
The dark room has not been lived in since he was seven years old, but it is clean and dust-free. Grandma Xu cleans it every day, but it has been 18 years since he slept in the room last time.
"Finally there is no need to defend the city."
"Nice dream."
Gu Changan lay sideways on the bed, smelling the smell of gravel, Xu Ying gradually began to twitch, whimpering in the dark.
He couldn't even shed tears, but it was clearly painful to death.
"Good dream, good dream..." Gu Changan wailed mournfully, like an abandoned little animal, his body was shaking so badly that he couldn't stop no matter what.
Why is it me! !
I also want to go to the Central Plains, but my soul is scattered in the Central Plains. Besides causing pain to the common people, what else can I bring?
I can only curl up in a corner, accepting the fact that my soul is gone on an ordinary day when no one is paying attention.
Grandpa Qin, Grandma Xu, who are not relatives who get along day and night, I have been saying goodbye since I was a child, saying goodbye to each relative, until now I send the last one away.
I have finished the way I should go, I have kept the ground I should keep.
A lonely person guarding a lonely city, this is the final outcome.
I want to live for myself.
……
outside the city.
The Nine Sages and all the enlightened ones are entrenched in the air, and the majestic aura gushes out the withered and withered peach blossom branches, forming a strange fan-shaped arc in all directions.
This peach was originally a product of the Central Plains. It had been baptized by the spiritual energy of Yanmen Pass. At this moment, the energy of the Central Plains nourished it vigorously, and the peach petals grew visible to the naked eye.
The pink peach blossoms are close to each other, crowding the entire branch, the trunk becomes thicker and thicker, and the peach petals are like pieces of burning clouds in the night snow.
Jiusheng's complexion was pale, and the qi in his body was exhausted, but no one stopped until the peach blossoms grew to the height of a city tower, until the farthest peach branches extended twenty miles away, until Ruan Xian fainted...
Look upstairs.
The empress is guarding the city tonight, she is staring at a peach plant that looks like a peach garden, the snow is intertwined with the petals, the most beautiful scene in the world.
The bright moon hangs high in the sky, round and bright, exuding a cool light. Li Wan wanders aimlessly into the distance.
After only two hours, she was already very tired. She didn't know how painful it was to repeat this movement day after day.
did you sleep well
You have been laughing all day today. In fact, you should be in pain, but no one is qualified to comfort you.
The empress shook her head, trying to shake something out of her head, but the figure from her back still lingered.
The army will start tomorrow.
At this time tomorrow, are you still guarding the top of the city?
Her eyes were in a trance, but she became firm again in an instant, and said something emphatically.
Pei Jingshu, who was dozing against the wall behind her, woke up suddenly and stared at His Majesty in amazement.
……
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