In Kucha City, the sky is full of yellow sand.

At the foot of the mountain are dense tombstones, and the old woman hunched and poured a pot of wine on the monument with a smile.

Don't hear the crying sound.

Only laughter.

She has been doing the same thing for sixty years, and her tears have long dried up.

In a simple earthen house, more than a dozen women with sunken cheeks carried out five white-haired corpses.

Inside the house, the frosty temples were growing on the verge of death.

The armor was covered in blood, and the chest was pierced by arrows, and it was as angry as a fucking spring.

"Chang'an, Chang'an, you are the only one left." He tightly grasped the young man's arm.

"Grandpa Qin."

The young man has delicate facial features and bronze skin. The star eyes, which have always been sharp, are now empty and unsightly.

"Remember!" Qin Shi's long lips trembled, and he cut his way:

"The heart of a loyal soul and innocent child has gone through thousands of disasters and is as brilliant as a pill."

"Cough cough..." He said, vomiting blood, covering his chest and coughing up blood.

"Although the glorious Tang Dynasty has gone far away, the soul of my Chinese nation will be there forever, immortal."

"We will surely restore the old things, revive... and revive the glory!"

The old man used all his strength, his eyes wide open, almost shouting this sentence.

After saying that, tears filled my eyes, and tears flowed on my wrinkled face.

Sixty years ago, he was still a confident young man, leaving the Central Plains to come to the Western Regions to guard the border.

This time I leave home for a lifetime.

After the Anshi Rebellion, the Tang Dynasty was devastated, and the Central Plains were no longer able to control the Western Regions. Even the Hexi Corridor, the main throat road, was occupied by the barbarians.

The Anxi Army was completely isolated, and in the huge Western Regions, there was only a lonely and dilapidated city left.

I cannot contact the outside world, and I don’t know who the emperor is, so there is only one reason to support their fighting will.

The territory under your feet belongs to the Tang Dynasty, so I would rather die than lose it!

"The white-haired army in the city will never throw away the Mo Dao. It will fight for 60 years alone and will not forget the Tang Dynasty."

"I am not ashamed of the country's kindness and the nation, I am just sorry to Xiaoyun."

Qin Shichang whispered in a low voice, his breath gradually became weak, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

In his Mohu's sight, he saw a pretty girl standing under the locust tree looking away.

"What's your husband going here?"

"Guard the border and fight against the enemy!"

“When will you come back?”

"Next year, or the year after."

"Can't you come back?"

"You remarry!"

"Husband, I will wait for you, it will take as long as I can."

The door of the house was pushed open, and several women looked numb and burned Qin Shichang's body.

Gu Changan stood in a corner in silence.

He is the only one left in Anxi Army.

...

There are thousands of disabled women and children standing next to the grave, none of whom are young and strong.

Some dark and teenage children have firm faces. When they grow taller, they will stand on the city and face the enemy.

"Only Chang'an is left."

The old woman was exhausted and her voice was hoarse. Her muddy gaze looked at the floating Tang Dynasty flag in the distance.

They have not fallen for sixty years, and they have tried their best!

Really tried your best!

Sadly, the Central Plains thought that all the Western Regions had fallen and had never sent an envoy.

Yes, who would have been like this for sixty years?

Growing food by oneself and minting coins for circulation by oneself without any reward, it was entirely due to the passion of the country that he accomplished such an impossible feat.

Until now, there is only one person left in the Anxi Army.

The brave Gu Chang'an, who was ten years old, was the child born in Kucha City and grew up in the bloody war.

Kucha City has been holding on for sixty years. What's the point?

"Chang'an, surrender; Chang'an, surrender." The old woman kept muttering.

The women present burst into tears.

Reduce!

He was only twenty years old, he was still young, and he could no longer die on the walls.

What is the point of continuing to stick to it?

They have been forgotten by the Central Plains, no one knows what they have done, and no one will applaud them.

Gu Changan walked out, his expression as calm as ever:

"No drop!"

The old woman stared at him and shouted loudly:

"As Guo Xin Yishuang, the great capital of Anxi, I ordered you to leave Kucha City."

Guo Xin, Guo Ziyi's nephew, is also the arch-protective of the Anxi Army. He died in the city wall thirty years ago.

"For sixty years, no one surrendered and no one was captured. Grandma, do you think I want to set a precedent and I want to be this coward?"

Gu Changan looked directly at her, clanging and making a sound.

"You are different. You are invincible. The barbarian country has repeatedly persuaded you to surrender, promising you to be the general of the military, and the tribes of the Western Regions have also made you surrender."

"It doesn't make sense for you to sacrifice. Where is the Tang Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty? Are you dead? Who knows?"

"If you do your best, God will not blame anyone."

In the crowd, the old man with his arms broken, hissing and roaring.

This child grew up eating a hundred families, and his name is the ambition of the entire Kucha City.

Chang'an.

Chang'an.

Looking up, I see the sun, but I don’t see Chang’an.

"This city has been holding on to the city for sixty years, so why not hold on to it for a lifetime? As long as I am still there, this Tang flag will not fall."

The young man was like a pine and cypress. After saying that, he left silently, heading towards the city wall as usual.

The mottled and dilapidated city walls were covered with blood, and the Tang Dynasty flags were flying in the wind.

Gu Changan took off his armor and stood alone in the building, allowing the wind and sand to slap his cheeks.

Once he traveled through Kucha, his father died in battle, and his mother became ill after overwork. He passed away when he was three years old.

It has been ten years since I was a child and joined the army to step onto the city tower at the age of ten.

It seems that every traveler has a golden finger, and he is no exception.

[Kill the enemy and become stronger].

Over the past ten years, his personal martial arts have reached the level of transformation, and he doesn't even know what level he is at, but so what?

The white-headed comrades around him died one by one, and he also wanted to guard the lonely city and die slowly.

Can you take a look at the imperial capital Chang'an in this life?

"I'm the only one left." Gu Chang'an laughed at himself, "Can history books remember me? Will future generations praise me?"

After being silent for a long time, he asked softly to the setting sun and the evening breeze:

"Is the Tang Dynasty still here?"

Yes, he is familiar with history books and speculates that it is probably the reign of Emperor Dezong of Tang or Emperor Suzong of Tang, but in short, they are all puppets supported by eunuchs.

But what if history has changed?
To be continued...