Single Man Guarding a Lonely City, Invincible in the World

at dusk.

In the courtyard of the frontier city, bird and beast flags fluttered high in the atrium, magpies and crows perched on the trees, and a man hurried over with a medicine box.

General Zhang, where are the people? Lang Zhong noticed the barbaric dog as soon as he entered the hall.

Save him, he is not a barbarian. Zhang Yifang helped Liu Shang to sit down.

Liu Shang was trembling all over, and his withered thighs kept shaking. He was not afraid of death, but the story of Anxi Gucheng had not been written down, so he could not close his eyes now.

Lang Zhong stretched out a hand and pressed it on his wrist, Liu Shang dodged subconsciously, and when he thought that this was not the purgatory of the Western Regions, he showed a simple and honest smile.

Zhang Yifang stared at this smile, turned his head slightly, and his nose was sore.

No problem, I'll get you the medicine. Lang Zhong looked calm, took out the Nianhuhu pill and forcibly stuffed it into his mouth, then his eyes signaled Zhang Yifang to take a step.

The body is on the verge of the limit, the viscera and blood are exhausted, and it is only supported by the will.

Lang Zhong was pale, and he had never seen a patient with such a terrifying will in decades of practicing medicine.

He must be saved! Zhang Yifang held Lang Zhong's shoulder tightly, pleading with a face.

I died after taking my last breath. I can only postpone it for a few days. General Zhang hurriedly sent him to Liangzhou.

Lang Zhong shook his head.

There is no medicine to cure? Zhang Yifang sobbed heartily. The tragic Anxi couldn't add another heroic soul. He just climbed back to the Central Plains from despair.

Seeing that General Zhang's pain did not seem to be fake, Lang Zhong hesitated for a moment and said bluntly:

Unless the descendants of Medicine King Sun Simiao are willing to go out, but he lives in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain and does not ask the world.

That's good. Zhang Yifang turned from sadness to joy, Remember to keep it a secret.

General Zhang, the descendants of Yaowang will not bow to the powerful, and the emperor will not move. Lang Zhong reminded politely when he parted.

Is he a descendant of Yan and Huang? Zhang Yifang asked.

Of course... Lang Zhong was very puzzled by General Zhang's naive question.

That's enough! Zhang Yifang said loudly.

Walk quickly back to the hall.

Ah bah bah... Liu Shang's voice was hoarse, and he made a gesture of swiping his pen with all his might. He knew his own situation and just wanted to finish writing.

Zhang Yifang took the rice paper handed by the guard and said softly, Slow down.

Liu Shang was lying on the table while writing hard, coughing violently from time to time, and blood dripping on the rice paper.

For a full three quarters of an hour, the pen fell to the ground, and Liu Shang fell asleep contentedly.

Living up to my mission, I fulfilled all my responsibilities.

It's time to rest.

so tired.

Send to Liangzhou overnight, if the hero dies halfway, someone will kill you!

Zhang Yifang glared at his cronies, and Liangzhou went to the imperial doctor to extend his life and wait for the descendants of the King of Medicine.

Follow your orders!

The soldiers were decisive and left the border town with a legend behind their backs.

...

In the middle of the night, the woman with her double curly bun approached the study, and heard a suppressed choking sound inside.

Husband, I'm in. She pushed open the door with the food container in her hand, Are you in a bad mood?

It's okay. Zhang Yifang pretended to be free and easy, but his red eyes exposed his emotions.

You and I, husband and wife, are you still using disguise? The woman paced forward, patted the husband lightly on the shoulder, and straightened his messy sideburns.

In an instant, the iron-blooded man who was born and died on the battlefield actually cried into tears in his wife's arms.

It's too desperate, it's too bitter... Zhang Yifang's body twitched slightly, even if he was a soldier on the frontier, he was afraid of entering the desperate situation of the Anxi Army.

The woman frowned, picked up the blood-stained rice paper, and browsed from the first row.

When I saw the words Lonely hanging in the Western Regions, isolating news for sixty-three years, I immediately saw a lake in front of me.

It is as if the dusty long history is alive at this moment.

She held back her grief and twitched her fingers slightly.

No reinforcements, no rewards, for sixty-three years, countless days and nights, Qiuci City witnessed the heroic sacrifice of 20,000 Anxi troops, and not a single one begged for surrender.

The white-haired old soldiers stood at the head of the city, shouting Nine dead without regrets, I will never retreat, their cloudy eyes looked east, as if looking directly at the sun, as if they were missing their hometown.

They are all dead, and only the seven-year-old Gu Changan who dared to beat drums at the top of the city, he started killing enemies at the age of ten, and has been...

The woman was almost suffocated, raised her head and dared not look at the rice paper again.

The whole article is a brisk and simple description, but she clearly sees that every line is filled with despair!

She cried opposite Zhang Yifang.

There is no food to help, no one perishes, and not an inch of land is lost.

The white-haired army in the whole city will not lose the Mo Dao in death. It has resisted alone for 60 years, and dare not forget the Tang Dynasty.

Chang'an, Chang'an, he is the only one left, all the responsibilities and burdens are left to him, and he bears all the darkness...

Zhang Yifang was choked up, and at the end of the reading, his heart was cut to pieces, and he even hoped that the twenty-three-year-old man would die soon.

Yes, to die.

That would be liberating.

Why?

I have never owed anyone, why should I endure hell-like torment, why should I hold up the torch with all the bruises all over my body, why can't I surrender and go to the holy city to enjoy the glory and wealth?

Because I want to defend the territory, because once I retreat, the most tenacious spirit of the Chinese nation will collapse.

So I killed 4,000 barbarians by myself, so I sat in the watchtower day and night, so I beat the drums alone, raised the flag alone, and celebrated alone.

Where is Chang'an? The woman struggled to restrain her emotions and asked in a trembling voice.

Zhang Yifang shook his head, Liu Shang left the lonely city, and he didn't know what happened afterward. He only determined that the barbarians slaughtered hundreds of thousands of people and completely controlled the Western Regions, all because of Gu Changan!

Are you still alive? The woman couldn't stop her tears.

The news came back, dawn broke, that lonely man must not fall on the eve of victory, he should accept the worship of the Chinese nation, and he deserves the highest praise.

I don't know... Zhang Yifang was silent, and then firmly said:

Beiliang will definitely take him back, no matter what!

Beiliang? The woman wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and corrected:

You should say the entire Central Plains.

Yes. Zhang Yifang nodded heavily.

The Central Plains will not fail you!

It was you who made the Huaxia spirit even greater, and it was you who created an unprecedented legend of the solitary brave.

In the face of the barbarians, every time the descendants of Yan and Huang were about to give up, they would think of you who guarded the lonely city alone.

Do not return!

Do not return!

What are you still doing? Go to Beijing! the woman urged.

Zhang Yifang came back to his senses, carefully folded the rice paper and tucked it into the placket, and strode out of the study, he suddenly turned around:

The Anxi Army has stood firm for sixty-three years without losing an inch of land. Gu Changan faces the darkness with one sword and one sword. How can the Huanghuang Central Plains be deceived by the barbarians?

Ma'am, I believe that from now on...

After a long pause, he said excitedly:

The offense and defense are different, Kou can go, so can I!

!

The woman smiled like a flower.

...

Liangzhou.

In the dim light of the morning, Zhang Yifang restrained his horse at the city gate and handed the identity document to the guard.

General, wait a moment. The guard left respectfully and called a seventh-rank captain.

The captain of the school was suddenly confused and clasped his fists and said:

General, you left your post without authorization and returned to Beijing without an order...

The border defense line is well arranged and will not be chaotic. Zhang Yifang took off his helmet and suddenly laughed:

Why did you go back to Beijing? Because I found the most fiery seed of the Chinese nation, and I'm going to start a prairie fire!

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