NOVEL NEXT Chapter 3 Climbing to Chang'an
Amidst the strange gazes, the scrawny young scholar walked in slowly.
It seems that it was his long-standing inferiority complex that made him dare not raise his head, his steps were timid and disordered, and he stood silently in the corner.
The women and children turned their faces away, invariably showing expressions of disgust.
There is only one coward in Qiuci City, and that is the Liu family!
The scholar's name is Liu Shang, and his grandfather is the master of Qiuci City, who is specially responsible for the city's affairs, such as arranging the harvest of food, coordinating the minting of coins, and so on.
At that time, there were more than 10,000 Anxi troops at the head of the city, so naturally there was no need for scribes to go to the battlefield.
But in Liu Shang's father's generation, there were only more than a thousand white-headed troops left on the city wall, but Liu's father still shied away because of his busy affairs.
This Liu Shang is even worse, squatting in a thatched hut all day to read, not so much to study knowledge, but to numb his heart in a narrow room.
There are only two youths left in Qiuci City.
A body that is not strong enough to face the darkness by himself, shoulders the burden of the lonely city and the territory of the Divine Continent.
And the other one is unsightly, can sage books save the common people? Can the Book of Sages save this lonely city?
"I'm going!" Liu Shang's face was pale, but this time his eyes were very firm.
The old woman looked at him coldly, although she was old, her voice was still majestic:
"The desert is boundless, the goshawk does not cross, you sick and weak scholar, what do you use to get out of the Western Regions?"
"Hundreds of thousands of miles of territory, only the isolated city of Qiuci still flutters the flag of the Tang Dynasty, how much courage do you have?"
In her heart, only Changan has the ability to get out of the crisis-ridden desert.
Liu Shang's voice was low, and he clenched his fists tightly:
"Climb, and 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 Li Shu that the soldiers on the frontier did not retreat. I want to tell the descendants of Yingling that they did not abandon their families. They did the last thing for the civilization of the Central Plains. A drop of blood!"
"Historical officials write straight, Anxi Army should not be forgotten, we want to make history!"
After he finished speaking, his eyes were blood red, and hot tears welled up.
Last night, Gu Changan stood alone at the front of the city, the blood mist filled the air, and Liu Shang was ashamed and ashamed of his lonely back looking at the desert!
He is a scholar and can no longer escape!
He can't hold a bow and a spear, he has a pair of healthy legs, and he has a pair of relatively flexible hands, and he will reach Chang'an even if he crawls forward!
One year, two years, three years, he must bring this dawn to Chang'an and tell the Central Plains——
Some people have stood for China for 60 years in a desperate situation. How can you sit back and watch the barbarians grow up and the Divine Continent sinks? Please recreate the glorious Tang Dynasty!
The women looked at Liu Shang, who was crying into tears, his eyes gradually softened, and he was silent and stopped talking.
Of course they hoped to let Chang An leave Qiuci City, but Chang An’s resolute attitude showed that he wanted to live and die with this territory.
For today's plan, Liu Shang can only walk alone in the desert.
Is Liu Shang selfish?
Surely there are.
Once he escapes and arrives in Chang'an, there is hope for his life. He can study safely, and even obtain a half-official position by virtue of his identity as an Anxi native.
After reading the map, everyone knew that Datang could not send reinforcements, nor did it have the ability to open up the Hexi Corridor.
So an isolated city is an isolated city, and they will never have a chance to return to their hometown.
"He can't do it, you can go." The old woman stared at Gu Changan with turbid eyes, 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 he will also fight a bloody path in the Central Plains.
"Stop persuading me, I will live and die with the lonely city."
"There is only one god in the world, and that is the god of death. It wants to come to me? Not yet."
Gu Changan was as calm as ever. He was born in Qiuci City and would die in Qiuci City.
This is faith,
This is belief!
This is the backbone of the Central Plains, and it is the glory of China!
He hopes that history books can record his deeds and tell future generations that territory cannot be lost, civilization cannot be destroyed, and the backbone of the Han nationality stretches across the long river!
What's more, more than 20,000 grandpas were watching him from the sky.
After sixty years of fighting, there is only one single seedling left, where can I retreat?
"Liu Shang, remember what you said, and climb to Chang'an!"
Gu Changan's expression was cold, and he silently walked into the mansion's house.
He found a pile of copper plates, which were cast by himself, and the word "Jianzhong" was still engraved on it.
The purpose of casting money is to maintain the order of circulation in Qiuci City. The market needs currency equivalents, so that there will be no chaos for 60 years.
When it comes to the trade routes controlled by the barbarian countries, copper plates will definitely be rejected, only gold.
Gu Changan rummaged through the iron box and found only twenty or so golden beans, which were the spoils of war that had been saved over the years.
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The wind and sand are raging, and the moonlight is desolate.
Outside the city of Qiuci, Liu Shang was leading a horse with a large bag on its back.
He stared blankly at the broken city wall, his eyes moist.
"You know the barbarian language, first disguise yourself as a barbarian and sneak into the town, find a job as a shop assistant, and take advantage of the opportunity of trade in the Hexi Corridor to escape to the Central Plains."
Gu Chang stared silently for a long time, and then turned back into the city expressionlessly.
"It's a smooth journey, I hope you arrive in Chang'an alive, and I hope you can make a fortune and make a fortune."
"Also, don't go back to the Western Regions again."
boom!
The gates of the city are closed, and there is a wall between them, which seems to be the dividing line between hell and freedom.
Gu Changan was willing to sink endlessly in hell.
thump--
Liu Shang knelt down and kowtowed three times. He knew that more than 20,000 Anxi Yinglings were watching him from the sky.
"Climb to Chang'an." This was the oath he made.
It's his mission!
Sixty years, year after year, day after day.
The Anxi Army could not be forgotten by the Central Plains, and they spent their entire lives defending the territory of the Tang Dynasty.
There is also Gu Changan, this man named Changan has never seen Changan before, and does not know how to speak Changan.
But his name must not be drowned in the long sand.
In the Han Dynasty, Huo Qubing sealed the wolf Juxu, Emperor Taizong conquered the Quartet, and the imperial twins Li Jing and Li Ji were all famous generals in the history books!
But in a sense, Gu Changan is no worse than them!
In the dark abyss, 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 bloody blurred, he put on a barbarian costume, cut his long hair with scissors, and buried it all in the loess.
Looking back frequently, Yiqi disappeared into the night on a detour.
Looking upstairs, Gu Changan watched from the railing, watching Liu Shang leave.
The mission of life and death.
It is difficult to step out of the desert alone, let alone a thin scholar, only relying on tenacious willpower.
How strong his will can be will determine whether he can get out of the Yumen Pass and whether he can step on the soil of the Central Plains.
Maybe die on the way, the identity seal in the package is buried in the yellow sand, no one cares.
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