In the north of the desert, smoke and wind intertwined, yellow sand and sunset reflected each other, eagles looked at thousands of miles, and at the end of the vastness was a lonely small city.

Anxi Military Town.

The dilapidated city is empty, the houses are dead, and the streets are open.

Only occasionally did the heavy sound of military boots treading on the ground.

In a small building, Song Yun was making a fire in front of a large stove and cooking soup.

The oil soup boils and the aroma is everywhere.

Seeing that there was no one around, Song Yun couldn't help but sigh:

"What is the meaning of life? What is the meaning of time travel?"

"I will always get a time travel system and give me some instructions."

"Did you come here just to cook for a group of old men?"

Dingdeng... The sound of rapid footsteps suddenly came from outside.

A gray-haired man with sparse eyebrows and dark face, wearing faded leather armor, pressed the sword at his waist with his left hand and ran into the building panting.

Song Yun raised his head from the pots and pans, and cursed with a smile:

"You old Li, come to steal chicken legs again? It's too early, the meat hasn't been put into the pot yet."

Old Li said anxiously: "I don't have time to eat chicken legs, the enemy is coming."

"Enemy? Sand bandits or wandering soldiers?" Song Yun became interested.

"Why should I go up and join in the fun? I have been practicing martial arts for a year and have not been on the battlefield yet."

Old Li glared at him: "You are so bad, the regular army of Jingguo, at least 50,000!"

"Five, 50,000!"

Song Yun was stunned, "You old soldiers, there are less than 3,000 in total, right? How can you fight this?"

"Don't worry about us, run away quickly."

Old Li took out a document and a letter from his arms and sent it to Song Yun.

"Walk from the South Gate, head southeast to the capital."

"Send General Guo's letter to the King of Tang and tell the court that Anxi Army Town has not been lost yet."

"The Beiting Army has been guarding the border for fifty years and has been guarding Anxi to repay the king's kindness!"

"The south is in chaos, please be careful."

Song Yun took the document and letter blankly, "Old Li, it's all like this, you can run with me."

"Far again, I still have to follow General Guo to defend the city. I don't have time to accompany you to tear you." Old Li held his helmet and turned around and ran out.

"Then let General Guo lead everyone to run together." Song Yun shouted at his back.

"The Beiting Army is the first iron army of the Tang Dynasty. How could it be that it would be reasonable to escape without fighting?"

Old Li waved his hand, gradually drifting away, and disappeared into the empty streets and alleys.

Song Yun was stunned for a moment, looked down at the letter in his hand, and murmured:

"Go back to the King of Tang, the King of Tang has long forgotten you, right?"

"What a bunch of fools."

He shook his head helplessly, wiped his hands with rags, scanned the group of kitchens filled with food, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh, this is going to leave suddenly."

"My meat hasn't been put into the pot yet."

Now Song Yun feels that this ghost place is pretty good.

Although I am a little hard, I am free to make noise with a group of old guys every day, cooking and practicing martial arts, and my life is worry-free.

"Forget it, saving your life is important."

"I am a martial artist at the very level. Don't you walk here and wait for death?"

He brought the packed food and copper coins and hurried out of the city from the south gate.

The sandstorm was flying outside the city, and the strong wind ruthlessly pulled the sleeves, as if to pull people into the sky.

Song Yun narrowed his eyes, and before he could walk a few steps against the wind and sand, he heard a dense sound of horse hooves.

Looking up, a long black line was approaching quickly above the long yellow sand.

This is a cavalry, who is coming from the north, as if to encircle the south gate.

Song Yun looked down at his legs, then at his four legs.

I suddenly felt like crying without tears.

"I can't escape this."

The cavalry rushing in front also saw Song Yun, with murderous eyes exposed under the black iron mask.

They slashed arrows in an orderly manner, set their bows, and aimed at them.

Seeing this, Song Yun's scalp was numb and could only turn around and run back.

The shrill sound of breaking through the air sounded in my ears.

"Be careful!" An old voice shouted at the top of the city.

Pup puff puff... Seven or eight sharp arrows almost hit Song Yun's heels and plunged deeply into the yellow sand.

Song Yun was shocked and sweated coldly and quickly flashed into the city gate.

Rumble, the south gate slowly closed.

Song Yun's face behind the door was ashes.

Now that I'm done, I can't run away.

An old man leaned down on the top of the city and said regretfully:

"Just let you know earlier, the people of Jingguo are coming too fast."

Song Yun sighed: "They have cavalry, there is nothing they can do."

It is said that the Beiting Army also had cavalry at that time.

But the city was guarded for decades without any additional supplements, and the war horses were all castrated stallions, and they all died of old age in the end.

Otherwise he could still ride a horse and run away now.

At this time, through the city gate, you can still hear the sound of hooves, as if countless war horses were galloping, with terrifying momentum.

Song Yun quickly climbed to the top of the city and looked out.

I saw a group of cavalry coming from the north and rushing to two miles outside the south gate, but stopped one after another and stood in a row between the long yellow sand.

The horse was neighing, the man was silent, and his eyes were staring at the top of the city indifferently under the black iron mask.

Song Yun had seen sand bandits coming and going up the desert like the wind, and saw soldiers burning, killing and looting everywhere, but compared with thousands of elite cavalry waiting for battle, those were all small scenes.

He swallowed.

"What are these cavalrymen doing?"

The old man on the city spit out the sand in his mouth and sneered:

"The Jing army only attacked the city at the North Gate. It is probably the same for the other three gates. They siege but not attack. This means that they should slowly kill all of them... Hehe, want to kill all of us? It's not that easy."

The old man turned his head and saw that Song Yun's face turned pale, and he quickly comforted him:

"Xiao Song, don't panic. Several buildings in the city have cellars, and the war will not affect the place for the time being."

"Bring enough dry food and water, go inside and hide."

As he said that, the old man smiled heartily, "Maybe we will win this battle, and I will call you out then."

"Okay, Lao Zhang, be careful."

Song Yun turned around and no longer wanted to stay in the city. He was so upset when he looked.

Thousands of cavalrymen had their iron hooves coming out together, and it was already a luxury to be able to step into meat paste.

Now I can only go back to the city.

But if the army besieged the city, the enemy is large and we are few, how long can the city be safe...

The city of Anxi is still empty and quiet.

The houses on both sides were covered with dust and the spider webs were blown away by the wind.

Walking on the street, there were only the sound of wind and my own footsteps nearby.

But in the distance, shouts came from time to time, and there were unknown violent impacts.

The war seemed particularly fierce.
To be continued...