With a series of surprised gazes, the skinny young scholar slowly walked in.

It seemed that he had been in a long-term inferiority complex that made him dare not look up, his steps were timid and disorderly, and he stood silently in the corner.

The women and children turned their faces away and showed disgusting expressions at the same time.

There is only one coward in Kucha City, and that is the Liu family!

The scholar's name is Liu Shang. His grandfather was the master of Kucha City. He was responsible for the city's affairs, such as arranging the harvest of grain, coin coining, etc.

At that time, there were more than 10,000 Anxi troops on the top of the city, so naturally there was no need for clerks to go to the battlefield.

But in Liu Shang's father's generation, there were only more than one thousand white-headed soldiers left in the city wall, but Liu's father still refused because of his busy affairs.

This Liu Shang was even more serious. He squatted in the thatched hut and studied all day. Rather than studying knowledge, he was locked in a narrow house and numb his heart.

There are only two young people left in Kucha.

A body that faces darkness alone and is not strong enough to carry the lonely city for thousands of miles and shoulders the burden of the territory of the Divine Continent.

And another one is unbearable. Can the saint's books save the people? Can the saint's books protect this lonely city?

"I'll go!" Liu Shang's face was pale, but this time his eyes were extremely firm.

The old woman looked at him coldly, and despite her age, her voice was still majestic:

"The desert is boundless and the eagle cannot cross it. What can you, a sick scholar, go out of the Western Regions?"

"Hundreds of thousands of miles of territory, only the lonely city of Kucha still has the Tang Dynasty flag flying. How much courage do you have?"

In her heart, only Chang'an has the ability to get out of the crisis-ridden desert.

Liu Shang's voice was low and he clenched his fists:

"Climb, you must also climb to Chang'an."

"I want to tell the Central Plains that the Anxi Army has been defending for 60 years. I want to tell the common people that the border guards did not retreat at all. I want to tell the descendants of Yingling that they did not abandon their families and their children, but that they shed the last drop of blood for the Central Plains civilization!"

"The historian wrote with his straightforward writing. The Anxi Army should not be forgotten. We must keep a glimpse of history!"

After saying that, his eyes were blood red and tears gushed out.

Last night, Gu Chang'an stood alone at the top of the city, with blood mist everywhere, and the lonely back of the desert made Liu Shang ashamed and ashamed!

He is a scholar and can no longer escape!

He couldn't stand the long crossbow spear. He had a pair of healthy legs and a pair of relatively flexible hands. He crawled forward and wanted to arrive in Chang'an!

One year, two years, three years, he must bring this dawn to Chang'an and tell the Central Plains—

Some people have been holding on for China for 60 years in desperate situations. How can you wait for the barbarians to be in the great position and the divine continent sinks, and ask for a glorious Tang Dynasty again!

The women watched Liu Shang crying in tears, his eyes gradually softened, and he was silent and no longer spoke.

Of course they hoped to let Chang'an leave Kucha City, but Chang'an's resolute attitude showed that he wanted to live and die with this territory.

For the sake of the present, Liu Shang can only walk alone in the desert.

Does Liu Shang have selfish intentions?

There must be some.

Once he escapes from death and arrives in Chang'an, his life will have hope. He can study safely, and even get a job with his status as an Anxi.

After reading the map, everyone knew that the Tang Dynasty could not send reinforcements, nor did they have the ability to open up the Hexi Corridor.

So an lonely city is an lonely city, and they will never have the chance to return to their hometown.

"He can't do it, you go." The old woman's turbid eyes stared at Gu Chang'an, almost begging.

Why don't you want to live!

Chang'an will definitely be able to leave the desert. He is smart and clever and will also make a bloody path in the Central Plains. It is not a dream to be conferred a general in the future.

"Stop persuading me, I will live and die together with the lonely city."

"There is only one god in the world, that is, the God of Death. It wants to come to me? It's not the time."

Gu Chang'an was as calm as ever. He was born in Kucha City and would die in Kucha City.

This is faith, this is faith!

This is the backbone of the Central Plains, and it is also the glory of China!

He hopes that historical books can record his deeds and tell future people that territory should not be lost, civilization should not be destroyed, and the Han people will lie across the long river!

What's more, more than 20,000 grandpas were watching him in the sky.

After sixty years of battle, there is only one single seedling left, so where can we retreat?

"Liu Shang, remember what you said, and you must climb to Chang'an even if you climb!"

Gu Chang'an looked cold and immediately walked into the house of the government.

He found a bunch of copper plates, which were cast by himself, and the words "Jianzhong" were engraved on it.

The minting of money is just to maintain the circulation order of Kucha City. The market needs monetary equivalents so that it will not be confused for sixty years.

When you arrive at the trade route controlled by the Man Kingdom, copper plates will definitely be rejected, only gold.

Gu Chang'an searched through the iron box and found only more than twenty golden beans, which were the spoils that had been saved over the years.

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The wind and sand are roaring, and the moon is desolate.

Outside Kucha City, Liu Shang led a horse with a large bag of small bags on his back.

He stared at the broken city wall with moist eyes.

"You know the Manyu. First, pretend to be a barbarian and sneak into the town, find a shop assistant, and take advantage of the opportunity to trade in the Hexi Corridor to take advantage of the opportunity to escape to the Central Plains."

Gu Chang'an stared quietly for a long time, then turned around and entered the city expressionlessly.

"A good journey is good, I hope you arrive in Chang'an alive, and I hope you will make achievements."

"Also, don't go back to the Western Regions again."

Bang!

The city gate is closed, separated by a wall, as if it is the dividing line between hell and freedom.

Gu Chang'an is willing to sink endlessly in hell.

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Liu Shang knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. He knew that more than 20,000 Anxi heroes were watching him in the sky.

"You must also climb to Chang'an." This is the oath he made.

It's his mission!

Sixty years, year after year, day after day.

The Anxi Army cannot be forgotten by the Central Plains. They spent their entire lives defending the territory of the Tang Dynasty.

There is also Gu Chang'an. This man named Chang'an has never seen Chang'an before, nor does he know how to speak Chang'an.

But his name must not be drowned in the long yellow sand.

Huo Qubing of the Han Dynasty conquered Langjuxu, Emperor Taizong conquered all directions, Li Jing and Li Ji, the two emperors of the empire, were all famous generals well-known in history books!

But in a sense, Gu Changan is no worse than them!

In the abyss of darkness, he alone adheres to the mark of the Central Plains in the Western Regions and lives his life into light.

The torch of hope should be passed on to the entire Chinese nation!

"Liu Shang is gone."

The scholar's forehead was covered with flesh and blood. He changed into a man's clothing, cut off his long hair with scissors, and buried it all in the loess.

While looking back frequently, a ride disappeared into the night by circling the distance.

Looking upstairs, Gu Chang'an looked up at the railing and watched Liu Shang leave.

A life-threatening mission.

It is difficult to step out of the desert alone, let alone a thin scholar who can only rely on tenacious willpower.

The strong will that can burst out determines whether he can walk out of Yumen Pass and whether he can step on the soil of the Central Plains.

Maybe he would die on the way, and the identity seal in the package was buried in the yellow sand, no one cared about it.

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