One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 8 Fright and rage

"Draw a throne."

Zhe Lansu signaled the concubine to stick up her buttocks, but the concubine covered her face reluctantly and refused to do so.

Drawn stroke by stroke on the delicate and white skin, it is quite interesting to bump into the throne.

"Your Majesty, the shocking news, General Cai Qili's entire army has been wiped out." The guards outside the room hurriedly reported.

Bang!

The pen in his hand fell suddenly, and Zhe Lansu froze there.

"How is it possible, absolutely impossible!"

He roared in shock, with an unbelievable expression on his panicked face.

"Go away!" Lifting his trousers, he kicked the concubine and hurried out of the room.

Staring at the ashen-faced bodyguard, the imperial sanctioner who ruled over seven thousand miles raised his face and slapped the body unconscious with a slap in the face.

"Lying about the military situation, I'll fuck your mother!"

Thunder roared through the corridor, and Zhe Lansu's expression became more and more distorted.

Several think tank members stood in the corridor, not daring to get close.

The atmosphere was terribly suffocated, and after a long silence, Zhe Lansu finally recovered the calmness of the superior.

It's just that the expression is gloomy and gloomy, like an iron object eaten away by rust.

"Are you sure?" He glanced at his staff coldly.

One of them lowered his head and said euphemistically: "My lord, not counting the entire army wiped out, there are still nearly three hundred deserters, and Gu Changan is also dying."

"According to you, we won again, right?" Zhe Lansu smiled.

All the staff did not dare to breathe, the loss in this battle was heavy, and it was a great shame and humiliation.

"The process." Zhe Lansu remained expressionless.

"According to the dictation of the surviving soldiers..." the staff informed the specific process of the battle in detail.

Speaking of the blood-red sword enveloping the desert like flames, cutting out the abyss with one sword, the voices of the staff trembled.

Is this Gu Changan a human or a devil?
Veins sprouted one by one on Zhe Lansu's forehead. At this time, the concubine in the room urged innocently, "Master, continue."

"Chop her up and feed it to the wolves!" After speaking, he quickly walked to the stone bench in the garden and sat down. The cold wind hit his nose, keeping his consciousness clear.

"Two thousand seven hundred sons!"

"A general who is good at fighting!"

"Royal Princess!"

"Hehe, I'm shameless now."

Zhe Lansu gritted his teeth, trying his best to restrain his painful emotions.

"It's not your fault, Your Majesty, to appease your anger, it's actually because Gu Chang'an is too monstrous."

"In order to defend a worthless spiritual belief, he did not hesitate to become a crazy butcher and degenerated into a bloodthirsty demon. It is really sad."

The aides were heartbroken and made an impassioned speech.

"Don't hold back your dignity, I have to swallow all kinds of humiliation." Zhe Lansu's voice was hoarse, and he glared at him immediately:

"Block the news!"

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid it will be very difficult." A staff member answered bravely, "The news has already spread."

boom!
Zhe Lansu smashed down the stone table with a fist, exuding overwhelming anger all over his body, he roared:
"Whoever dares to spread rumors will punish their nine clans and dig up their ancestral graves!"

"Do you know what kind of impact the battle report will have if it spreads to the center of the empire and to the Central Plains of Shenzhou?"

The staff were silent.

It is conceivable that it is like nine thunders hitting the top!

Guarding an isolated city by one person, slaughtering 3000 people with one sword, just hearing it makes one's hair stand on end, and thinking about it is beyond shocking.

When the news reached the center, His Majesty the Heavenly God will definitely remove the Sanction Lord from his position, and it is very likely that he and his family will be thrown into purgatory.

And the Eastern Central Plains will glow with unimaginable vitality!
They are well aware of how tenacious this ancient civilization is. It has experienced glory and also endured decline. Once its vitality bursts out at that time, it will be difficult for the barbaric empire to restrain it.

Zhe Lansu threatened:

"Everyone is in the same boat, the helmsman drowns, and the passengers don't even think about living."

"Of order." All the staff said in unison.

Shut up at all costs, as long as the means are ruthless, it can still be done in the sparsely populated Western Regions.

"As for the stupid Princess, I will find an excuse to report to the holy city." Zhe Lansu adjusted his mood and said coldly:

"How to deal with this imperial cemetery in the lonely city."

After a short pause, he was half helpless and half angry:

"If this city can be moved across the air, I beg Gu Chang'an to go to Mobei, to the grassland, as long as it is not in my territory, and he will stick to the Central Plains as he wants."

The staff members looked at each other speechlessly and almost cried three times.

They were all mentally disturbed by Gu Chang'an, and they really complied with the saying "It's easier to ask God than to send God away".

Zhe Lansu took a deep breath, with a depressed tone:
"I really have to ask the warlock to give me a peek at my fate, whether this life will fall into Gu Chang'an's hands."

"Your Majesty!" The staff stepped forward and said sonorously:

"The deserters vowed to the humble officer that as long as there were a thousand more soldiers to stabilize the morale of the army, they would definitely take Gu Chang'an's head."

Holding a group with more people will counteract the inner fear. Gu Chang'an, who has survived that sword and is at the end of his strength, is like a fish in a knife, a turtle in a urn.

Zhe Lansu stared at him coldly, with a gloomy expression:

"Do you think soldiers are dropped from the sky? You don't need money to train an iron army?"

"Don't look at the majesty and prestige of the Qiqianli Sanctioner. If the subordinates under his command are wiped out, I will be a bully dog ​​when I go back to the Holy City!"

The aides are like a stick in their throats, and they dare not persuade them any more.

After venting anger, things still have to be done.

Regardless of whether it is at the national level or personal gains and losses, isolated cities must be eradicated. This is a non-negotiable red line.

The key is that Your Majesty is reluctant to spend his soldiers and horses, if [-] troops rush to the isolated city, the figure at the top of the city will also die of hatred.

"Do you want to persuade him to surrender?" The staff member with the chunky goatee tried to say something, and then added:
"Since women don't want wealth and power, how about searching for the secret books of the world, or sending him to the abyss of the holy city to realize the Dharma in the place where the way of heaven first came?"

Zhe Lansu stared at him closely, and asked sharply:
"Facing three thousand fierce soldiers alone, whether you will surrender or not, dare to lie and kill you!"

Goatee Hu was frightened, hesitated for a while, and said softly, "Surrender..."

In the face of that kind of dark despair, there is no shame in surrendering. How can a gnat have the courage to shake the big tree in the sky.

"Gu Chang'an went up to the sword, with such a shocking determination, if we try to persuade him to surrender again, we will be humiliating ourselves!"

Zhe Lansu gave him a hard look, then wandered around, and continued:

"Your sentence about Jianghu really woke me up."

"I personally invited Fushang to take action. I would rather owe God's favor to eradicate the scourge of the isolated city."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and they all noticed the relaxed look in each other's eyes.

Peach Blossom Sword Fushang, one-handed swordsmanship is well-known in the Holy City. It is said that he is a fourth-rank junior master. Two years ago, he honed his sword energy in Xuanyao in the Western Regions.

Not to mention that Gu Changan was injured, even at the peak of his life, he still couldn't shake a single hair of Fushang.

Owing favors to the world is the most difficult thing to deal with, because you don't know how much you will pay back in the future.

But don't think about the future for the current tragedy.

"Prepare the horse!" Zhe Lansu couldn't wait for a moment.

……

In a dimly lit town, there are "grain" banners hanging from the eaves of the shops, and a few guys are eating at the table.

"I heard that a monster was born in the city of Kucha. The fangs of the black lin are like scorpions, occupying the top of the city and devouring the essence of the world. Two thousand and seven hundred sons died tragically in the bloody mouth."

"Yeah, I thought that the great changes in the heavens did not affect the Western Regions. Now it seems that it is difficult to escape in the world. I don't know if the monsters will leave that city."

"People are terrified, we can only trust the Zhelan adjudicator."

The guys talked a lot, their faces were clouded with gloom, not sure whether the rumors were true or not, anyway, the outside world spread wildly.

One of them, with a sallow complexion and bags under his eyes, scooped thin cabbage soup from the bottom of the dark pot, and swallowed it spoonful by spoonful.

"Shang Liu, what do you think?" The companion pushed him with an elbow.

The man named Shang Liu didn't realize it, and continued to scoop up the cabbage soup until there was no drop in the bowl, and repeated this action.

"Hi!" The blue-eyed, curly-haired companion patted him on the shoulder and joked, "Are you bewildered too?"

"Ah..." Shang Liu woke up startled, and said vaguely, "I've been too tired lately."

The companions suffocated their laughter, with pity in their eyes.

Serving the proprietress, it's no wonder!
"I'll take a pee..." Shang Liu's face was tense, he put down the bowl and chopsticks and left the shop, walked a few alleys, leaning against the corner of the wall trembling.

It's not a monster, it must be Chang'an!

Chang'an did it!
Liu Shang burst into tears, and the tears could not be wiped away.

It was hard for him to imagine how Chang'an defended the isolated city and killed [-] enemy bandits under such despair.

"Turn the tide before the fall, support the building on the broken beam, the spring breeze will return to the green island, and the nation will enjoy the rising sun again."

He cried and laughed, whether it was shock or sadness, Chang'an was too bitter, no matter how long the darkness was, the light never went out.

"I want to pass Yumen Pass, I want to go to the Central Plains." Liu Shang clenched his fist and waved it vigorously a few times.

Successfully sneaked into the caravan, even though he had to serve the boss's wife who weighed more than 200 catties all day, even though he became the most humiliating male slave, but this grievance was nothing compared to his will and belief.

Even if the road ahead is full of valleys and deep ravines, even if there are narrow escapes in thousands of miles of desert, as long as he thinks of the figure in white in the lonely city, he will never lack courage.

The next business deal is his only chance!
(End of this chapter)