The white-headed carpenter with a broken arm and a lame leg struggled to walk up to the watchtower and stared at Gu Changan who was standing on the tower.

I remember that when Chang'an was four years old, he clamored to wear snow-white clothes. A little kid, no taller than a stool, wore white clothes all day long to show off his power on the city wall.

Mrs. Guo laughed at him: "You also want to imitate Chen Qingzhi of the Southern Dynasties, who used thousands of troops to avoid white robes?"

Little Changan raised his childish cheeks and said, "I will be braver than him!"

At that time, thousands of old soldiers in the city were amused, and they cursed and gave him the nickname "Bragging Chang'an".

"Comrades, he is not bragging." The carpenter stroked the city wall and stared at the heroes of the Anxi army on the horizon.

He is a hundred times more brave than Chen Qingzhi!

But he no longer wears white robes.

Quietly watching the man outside the city, he was wearing a bright red dress. Perhaps Mrs. Zhang's tailoring skills had deteriorated. The cuffs and waist were very wide, as if she was wearing a red skirt.

"Grandpa Qin." Gu Changan raised his head and greeted.

Carpenter Qin moved his lips, but stopped talking.

"I'm not crazy." Gu Changan smiled and explained, "I want to make my body more festive."

Carpenter Qin shook his head and walked to him: "We are not afraid of you going crazy. You shouldn't have to bear all this."

If we can hold on to the isolated city for another ten years, the people of the Central Plains can change their shape offensively and defensively, and Chang'an will definitely have great ambitions.

If the slaughter of 200,000 barbarians can hold this territory forever, Chang'an will become more and more energetic as they kill.

But there is no hope!

A person is holding a torch in the dark, and after walking very far, he still cannot see his hand. He wants to retreat but cannot, wants to lie down but is afraid that the torch will go out, so he can only continue walking numbly.

What torture this is.

Carpenter Qin walked over, took away his blood sword, and said warmly:

"You're too tired. Take a day off and go for a walk outside."

"The barbarians will attack at any time." Gu Changan objected.

"There has been no movement for several months, and today is the day? Moreover, the barbarian army is marching out, and there are sounds hundreds of miles away from the isolated city. If you go and relax, the sky will not fall!"

Carpenter Qin roared.

Gu Changan was silent, his long hair disheveled covering his confused eyes.

"Chang'an, you haven't really left the city." Carpenter Qin raised his head and tried not to let his tears fall.

This sentence is so sad. Except for going out to kill the enemy, this brave man has never left Kucha City in his life.

"Today, live for yourself." Carpenter Qin patted his shoulder heavily and said seriously:

"You are the captain, old man, I am the centurion. This is an order from the superiors!"

Gu Changan hesitated for a long time, and finally warned: "Grandpa Qin, sound the horn immediately if there are any signs of enemy troops."

"Go." Carpenter Qin pushed him.

"Or you can beat the drum. I won't go far. If there are barbarians, you must first let your relatives in the city hide in caves. Remember to check the city gate."

Gu Changan rambled on.

"Mom, the old man is crippled, not stupid." Carpenter Qin kicked him over.

Maybe it's because his muddled consciousness needs saving, or maybe Gu Changan also wants to be selfish and live for himself.

He left the watchtower, took up a horse, took three steps and turned back twice, and rode the horse into the yellow sand.

Staring at Chang'an's back, Carpenter Qin couldn't help but burst into tears. The young man should have been so free and unrestrained, but a city imprisoned all his dreams.

…

"happy!"

In the boundless desert, the red figure galloped like a missing arrow from a bow, and a long-lost smile appeared on Gu Changan's face.

The free and loose wind, especially the gentle sunset, seemed particularly romantic to him, running tirelessly, as if holding the world in his arms.

Touring the scenery along the way, in the evening.

Gu Changan came to an empty town. Due to decades of neglect, the houses collapsed and were buried in the yellow sand.

There is a majestic temple standing at the entrance of the town, with several monuments and a statue of a warrior from the Central Plains. Gu Changan was attracted to him.

There are rows of small characters carved on the tablet.

[Now we have entrusted the territory of thousands of miles to become the king's land. I hope that all the ministers and concubines of Hebei will receive the grace of the Khan, and that my father-in-law will be returned. If he is guilty of carrying a bush, he will look back to the sun and the moon to shine, and he will be punished with a broad ax and axe.]

The statue is none other than Hou Junji, one of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion.

Gu Changan can even imagine the scene two hundred years ago——

The king of a certain country in the Western Regions begged for mercy, made a flattering watch, and even ordered a bronze statue of General Hou to be carved.

In the past, when the Shenzhou army was at its peak, all nations surrendered.

Now that it has collapsed, the barbarians can bully it.

Gu Changan stood there for a long time and looked at another tablet, probably left by a soldier before his death.

[We were born in the Tang Dynasty. We were blessed by the peaceful and prosperous age of the Celestial Empire. When we were young, we never had war disasters or experienced famine. We were called by the Emperor to guard the border here for the Celestial Empire, relying on the prestige of the Celestial Empire to protect the peace of our country.]

[Although the world is big, Chang'an is right behind us, so why fear the barbarians]

Gu Changan's inner energy surged from his fingertips, and he bent down to carve words under the tablet.

"Today, the Divine Continent is unfortunate. The barbarians have been swept away by the will of heaven and are so arrogant that their comrades died bravely in battle. Please tell me, Gu Changan, to defend the territory."

"Thousands of miles of desert, but I am alone."

"Although I have not gone to Chang'an to receive the award from a saint, I have not seen the prosperous Central Plains, I have not experienced the majesty of the country, and I have not received the glory of a warrior."

"But I won't take a step back. Until I die here, the barbarians will never step into the Chinese territory!"

Gu Changan left.

He hoped that future generations of Han people would be able to dig out this tablet, knowing that a long, long time ago, there was a fool named Gu Changan who had been insisting on it.

…

The mountain moon is a pillow, and the thin dew is a quilt.

It was a cold desert night and at the foot of the bare mountain, Gu Changan rested his arms on his head and looked up at the stars in the sky.

He had never felt this relaxed before, his soul was free from restraints and free.

"Bah!"

A young eagle was thrown down by the mother eagle on the top of the mountain and kept struggling in the air.

"Learn to fly." Gu Changan looked closely at the little eagle.

The young eagles screamed and fell, while the mother eagle circled indifferently in the sky.

The desperate young eagle screamed and screamed. Seeing that he was about to fall to death, he spread his wings in panic in mid-air. His movements were stiff and obscure, but with his innate talent for flying, he soared into the sky for the first time.

Two eagles, one large and one small, flew together and slowly disappeared from Gu Changan's sight.

"Before you die, there is still hope for everything." He murmured to himself.

Suddenly.

The wind was strong.

It rained heavily.

Birds are migrating in a radius of hundreds of miles, and a terrifying wind roar brings fist-sized raindrops falling for no reason. The red robe stands alone under the night sky, and waves of air sweep in, like a curtain of wind and rain covering only one person.

A short period of freedom can often come into contact with the shackles of the soul, and the comfort in numbness resonates with the power of heaven and earth.

Break the situation!

Gu Changan was confused by his shallow knowledge of the old world, and it was difficult for him to understand what had happened to him.

The only thing he is sure of is that he will have stronger strength to resist the next barbarian attack.

And even more crazy killings.

…

The Gobi Desert is densely populated.

Iron-armored warriors manned the checkpoints, swordsmen with high martial arts skills patrolled back and forth, and caravans with "food" flags hung were subject to strict inspections.

"Do you have to go?"

The blond general in black armor and holding a halberd stared indifferently at the fat and frightened landlady.

The latter said in a trembling voice: "My family is an imperial merchant in the Holy City, and my identity documents are complete."

"I ask you, do you have to go?" the general roared angrily.

The landlady's attitude was submissive, but her firm eyes showed her attitude.
To be continued...