Single Man Guarding a Lonely City, Invincible in the World

In the dark forest, the air is thin, and a desolate and dilapidated castle stands tall, surrounded by sticky and wriggling barnacles.

But instead of bringing a sense of fear here, the blood in the whole body is faintly boiling.

Abyss Castle!

The land of blessings that Tiandao scrolls, the empire rises because of it.

A barbarian emperor in a sacrificial dragon robe stood quietly, followed by twelve central judges.

"Are you ready?" The old woman in the wedding dress walked out of the castle, lotus flowers one step at a time.

"I will drive the expedition personally, and swear to the death to suppress the Han slaves in the East!" The barbarian emperor raised his head and noticed that the castle was looking down at him.

"Beth, how many soldiers and horses are in Dongtu?" The old woman in the wedding dress looked at the female judge in charge of intelligence collection.

The latter took a few steps forward and replied respectfully:

"Including the logisticians, there are a total of 1.3 million and 700,000 capable soldiers."

"How many troops is the Empire going to send?" The old woman in the wedding dress turned to the Barbarian Emperor.

"450,000 is enough, the advantage is in the empire." The barbarian emperor's tone was calm, but he showed strong confidence.

The battle of Xishu has already proved the gap between the two sides in combat power.

"Sixty thousand." The old woman in the wedding dress said coldly.

The face under the Barbarian Emperor's mask froze.

He wanted to fight a hearty victory to regain his prestige, but he did not expect Abyss to question his leadership ability so much.

The judges were also slightly embarrassed.

"Yes." The barbarian's voice was hoarse.

"Fighting the enemy is outside the country's gate, and Han slaves cannot be allowed to step into the territory of the empire." The old woman in the wedding dress had a tough attitude, almost expressing her bottom line.

"I also have this strategy, but..." The Barbarian Emperor paused and said solemnly:

"But that lunatic is really hateful and uncontrollable!

"

The atmosphere was suddenly silent.

The judges looked at each other in dismay, feeling helpless.

There is no way, it is impossible for millions of Han slaves to advance into the Western Regions and show off their might in the territory of the empire.

Since he wants to defeat the Central Plains at the Yumen Pass, he will give Gu Changan his back. This man is the biggest cancer in the Western Regions!

"It's impossible for a mad person to leave the city, don't worry about him attacking the rear, and don't divide your troops to deal with him."

The old woman in the wedding dress was calm, but she just reminded it again:

"Leave him!"

The Barbarian Emperor snorted, the Sage Slaying had already caused the morale of the empire to plummet, and he could no longer make trouble before the battle.

To put it badly, even if two saints were sent to chop off the lunatic, it would only arouse the anger of the Central Plains, and thus increase the combat power invisibly.

If the madman hadn't died, the Central Plains would have been more fighting spirit.

As far as the empire is concerned, no matter what, it is a failure, and the best way is to temporarily ignore Gu Changan.

"How many saints will be dispatched?" The old woman in the wedding dress continued to ask.

"Eighteen!" The Barbarian Emperor did not hesitate.

"There are only nine martial arts saints in the East." The old woman frowned deeply.

The barbarian emperor looked at the female judge.

Beth explained:

"Thirty years ago, a Central Plains hermit who surrendered to the empire revealed—"

"There is a trump card in the Central Plains, called the "Hundred Schools contending" formation. It is said that the successors of Confucianism, Taoism, Fa, Mo and other hundreds of schools jointly cast spells and start the ceremony of inviting ancestors."

"Please?" The old woman was confused.

"It's not a certain character, but the will of the ancestors of the people in the Central Plains. The hermit said it mysteriously and strangely..." Beth's tone was not quite sure.

A hint of fear flashed in the eyes of the rest of the judges, and the contention of a hundred schools of thought sounded terrifying.

"I can't help but take precautions, just eighteen martial arts saints." The old woman in the wedding dress nodded, then stared at the barbarian emperor and a pair of children, and said sternly:

"Either create brilliance, or face destruction, expand away, it's time for you to turn a new page."

The judges have solemn expressions, and this sentence is the most suitable to describe the crown of the gods.

His Majesty was mediocre during his reign. When Gucheng was exposed, the sixty-four years of feces were put on his head. For the humiliation caused by Gu Lunzi to the people of the empire, His Majesty also became a scapegoat.

It stands to reason that it can compete with the worst king since the founding of the country, but the crown has a chance to turn over.

Battle of the Western Regions!

If it is a big victory, the Central Plains will be basically crippled, and annexation is only a matter of time.

At that time, His Majesty's supreme halo will be added, and even if he is incompetent in the later period of his reign, he will definitely be an emperor through the ages just by virtue of the glory of destroying the land of China.

The Barbarian Emperor knew the importance of this battle to him, so he made another request:

"I want a bottle of bad luck blood to spread bad luck in Yumenguan, affecting the night rest of millions of Han slaves."

The old woman looked at him, hesitated for a while, and vetoed:

"The Abyss has only collected three and a half bottles so far."

The blood of doom is enough to destroy a saint or two, but when used on an army of millions, the effect is diluted to little.

Barbarian Emperor did not compromise this time, but said firmly:

"This battle is a protracted battle, and it is definitely not a day or two to determine the victory or defeat. Han slaves can't sleep well at night, and their combat ability is halved."

"I want to minimize losses as much as possible."

He is betting his life on this battle, and he must ask for treasures from the abyss.

The old woman in the wedding dress said nothing, and was silent for a long time, then turned and walked into the castle:

"follow me."

The barbarian emperor followed.

The closer you get to the sticky castle, the more gloomy the atmosphere around you, and you can faintly see a blood moon hanging high on the dome, and the moonlight reflects silhouettes like abyss and seas.

In fact, he hates these old monsters in his heart. They have no concept of family and country, and they have no pity on the people of the empire. They accept gifts from the abyss, but they do not fulfill the responsibility of guarding the empire.

There are more than thirty saints in the castle?

If they all stepped into the Eastern Land, they would have killed the Nine Saints of the Eastern Land.

But this group of people cared about their own dreams of heaven, but they were afraid that the decline of the empire would lead to the sinking of the abyss, so they threatened and intimidated the center all day long.

Empire scum!

"Here." The old woman in the wedding dress went back and forth, handing over the eyeball pendant in her palm.

The Barbarian Emperor carefully put it away, and then heard hoarse voices from all directions:

"Draw the sword!"

"Draw the sword!"

At the blood-colored altar in the center of the castle, a rusty curved sword is inserted obliquely into the pedestal.

The Barbarian Emperor took a deep breath, walked slowly towards the altar with pious eyes, and lightly held the hilt of the engraved cross.

Clang!

The sword of the gods, which symbolized the highest power of the empire, left the pedestal. The barbarian emperor suppressed his excitement and strode out of the castle.

Shenzhou Dongtu will tremble under his sword!

Including hateful and stupid lunatics!

Are you waiting for reinforcements from the East? Are you praying for the Eastern Land to receive territory?

Forget it!

There will definitely be a lot of people coming to the lonely city, but that's the Imperial Heavenly Soldier!

I will step on your head and stare down at you:

"Hello Hanu."

Cut off your head with a sword and end your poor mission.

Outside the castle, sensing the impassioned aura of the gods, the Twelve Inquisitors felt excited, like a shark dormant in the sea.

It's starting to smell blood!

...

In the early morning, the white fog is vast, and the Jiayu Pass at the west end of the Great Wall, the army flags cover the sky and block the sun, rolling like a torrent to the direction of Yumen Pass.

"Huang Chao." A chariot with a "Zhao" flag hanging high slowly stopped, and the general of the Scar Sword watched the young man twenty feet away.

The young man in silver armor and red helmet rode a black and bright horse, and the guards carried a flag of "The Great General of the Sky".

The Central Plains Court has no such official position at all, and it is obviously self-proclaimed.

"Qi, do you want to arrest me on the spot?" The young man named Huang Chao ran on his horse and restrained the horse in front of the chariot.

"I didn't expect you to come." Qi Ke made a blank face, glanced at Wu Yangyang's soldiers, "and brought all his family."

That's right, Huang Chao was his old rival, and he was also Zhao Di's most famous rebel rebel.

It slips like a loach, and it can't be cleaned up no matter what. The Ministry of War also arranged a large army to prevent Huang Chao from entering while he was empty. Who would have thought that this person would appear on the road to the Western Regions.

"I'd rather be a ghost in battle than be a slave to a subjugated country. I, Huang Chao, are also a bloody man, and I can lift three feet of Qingfeng!"

Huang Chao glanced at him contemptuously, but he was not afraid.

In the words of the Seven Kingdoms' campaign against the barbarians, it has already been emphasized that the internal conflicts must be temporarily resolved, and the barbarians must be united as one.

Qi Ke made his head beheaded. He was very aware of Huang Chao's careful thinking. In addition to national justice, he also had a selfish desire to gain fame.

The battle of the Western Regions is an opportunity for the re-emergence of the Central Plains, and it is also a stage for the generals to become famous. There is nothing comparable to the slaughter of barbarians.

"Dare to ask if there are poems?" Zeke made a joke suddenly, which was considered to ease the incompatible relationship between the two.

This fellow was full of talent when he was five years old, and the phrase "If I am the Qing Emperor in his age, I will share with the peach blossoms" is famous in China.

"Come on wine!" Huang Chao waved his hand boldly and took over a bowl of green ant wine, but after brewing for a long time, he didn't have any thoughts. He exclaimed:

"Bastard, fuck you!"

Qi Ke made Haha laugh, and also took the wine cup handed over by his subordinates, clinking glasses in the distance, and said solemnly:

"Drink this glass of wine, see you at the Martyrs Cemetery."

Huang Chao was silent for a long time, showing a free and easy smile:

"Dry!"

After drinking the glass of wine, the royal horse left.

After the war, he and Qi Laogou will be alive and dead again, but the premise is that both sides must survive.

Since the Great Change of Heaven, the large-scale battle between the Central Plains and the barbarians has never been won.

Never won.

The disparity in combat power is not only the difference in weapons, but also the physique. The closer to the abyss of the holy city, the stronger and braver the human body will be.

It stands to reason that the historical record is terrible, how can the Central Plains dare to gamble?

But thousands of years of history have taught them that barbarians are afraid of power but not virtue, and blindly accepting compromises will only boost the barbarians' arrogance, they can only fight!

And it was the silent cry of Gucheng that woke up the sleeping Central Plains, and also ignited the flames of resistance in the land of China.

"If I win, I will definitely go to Qiuci City to see you!" Huang Chao rushed against the vast fog.

Hearing it is always better than seeing it with your own eyes, take a look at that city, take a look at that person, when you feel confused in your life in the future, as long as you recall that scene, you will have the courage to persevere.

...

ten days later.

When Huang Chao arrived at the border of Beiliang, the scene in front of him was spectacular and magnificent.

As if the mountains are overwhelming, the endless military camp observation deck seems to cover the clouds and the sky.

Huang Chao was dazed, and was about to recite a poem to express his magnificent feelings, but was interrupted by the mangpao official.

"Name, place of origin?" the mangpao official asked.

"Yellow Nest."

The mangpao official was stunned for a moment, as if he was impressed, and then continued to ask:

"How many soldiers and horses do you have?"

"Three thousand six." Huang Chao answered truthfully.

"Come with me, can the bandits obey the military orders?" The mangpao officer stared at him for a moment.

"Don't talk nonsense, if my brothers take their lives, what are they doing here?" Huang Chao expressed his dissatisfaction with an angry face.

Of course, he can also understand the arrangements of the Central Plains coalition.

If there is no order, the battlefield will be a headless flies. After all, except for the regular army of the Seven Kingdoms, there are countless rambunctious heroes like him.

I just saw a straw bag carrying the banner of "Haotian Sacred and Mighty Emperor". I thought that the self-proclaimed General Chongtian was shameless, but now I can only say that I am ashamed.

As the mangpao officials circled dozens of barracks gates, Huang Chao came to the arsenal to receive new flags and weapons and armor, and accepted the above combat arrangements by the way.

"Kill man!

"

"Kill man!

"

There were roars of passionate generals everywhere, and Huang Chao couldn't help shouting a few times.

The barbarian dogs are planning a genocide strategy, to destroy thousands of years of civilization in the Central Plains, and slaughter the common people in the land of Shenzhou. Anyone who is a little bloody in the Central Plains, who doesn't want to cut down a few more barbarian dogs?

Huang Chao thinks even more!

For decades, the barbarians have been slaughtering the people of Zhao, even so cruel that they released miasma, destroying the 700-li territory of Zhao, leaving no grass alive, and tens of thousands of people reduced to shriveled bodies.

It has been a long time since I was ridiculed by a barbarian dog, and now I finally have a chance to be ashamed!

...

Approaching the Yumen Pass, a coffin was strikingly striking, and the Tang empress lived up to her oath to carry the coffin and set off on an expedition.

She stood on the observation deck, quietly looking at the direction of the Western Regions, like a waterfall of blue silk dancing in the wind.

"According to the letter from the scout, the barbarians are stationed thousands of miles away with an army of 600,000 troops, advancing every day."

The Minister of War, Li Deyu, held a document and made a serious report.

"Has the military conference table been unified?" The Empress turned to look at him.

"Reluctantly." Li Deyu frowned into the word "Chuan", and there was an imperceptible look of worry in his eyes.

Emperor Beiliang was in command, and all the seven countries recognized Xu Ting's illustrious military exploits. He was able to conquer Liangzhou from a pawn, and his strategic ability was obvious to all.

But the detailed battle was fraught with quarrels.

Some say a three-line attack, some say a small-scale battle, and some even say that a million troops will directly flatten the Western Regions...

In short, the father said that the public is reasonable, and the mother said that the mother is reasonable. Your Majesty is not good at military affairs, and he is not good at making decisions.

"What did Xu Ting think?" the queen asked.

"He wants to determine the barbarian defense system first," Li Deyu said.

Xu Ting was too stable, not even like the mighty Beiliang Overlord.

But everyone can understand him.

Can't afford to lose!

This is not a matter of one family and one country, but the rise and fall of civilizations for thousands of years.

The female emperor frowned slightly, and finally remained silent.

As the leader of Master Million Heroes, she has a deep understanding of herself. She can kill the enemy with a cold sword, and it can also integrate internal conflicts, but she can't mix it with strategic deployment.

At the time of life and death, no one should interfere in the military indiscriminately.

...

A hundred miles away is the most spectacular. Nine martial arts saints from the Central Plains are sitting cross-legged, and their qi is a curtain of light imprinting the sky, and behind them are more than 30 enlightened people.

In fact, there are not many enlightened people in the Central Plains. Many enlightened people who are trapped in the shackles of cultivation or have no hope of this battle did not come.

The reason why he couldn't advance to martial arts saints was because of the thinness of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. If he accepted the baptism of the abyss, there would be several more saints in the Central Plains within three years.

On the periphery of the majestic air machine, there are hundreds of scholars headed by Jinling Academy.

The most important ones are Confucianism, Mohism, and physicians.

The Confucian Haoran Righteousness can directly attack the minds of barbarians, but is not good at melee combat and needs the protection of soldiers.

The Mohists are very important, they forge weapons and mechanical battle formations, which can be applied to the front line.

The physicians, headed by the King of Medicine, stayed behind to rescue the disabled.

The rest of the schools, big and small, can also perform their own duties. Although the conflicts have lasted for thousands of years, in the face of barbarians, no matter how fierce the disputes are, they must work together.

To put it uglier, if the Chinese civilization disappeared, there would be no chance for a hundred schools to quarrel.

In the Gobi Desert not far away, a bony man was holding a peony from Chang'an in his hands. They said that it was nourished by the fortune of the country and would not wither and wither no matter what.

"Grandpa, Grandma, Chang'an, I'm coming back soon." Liu Shang's voice was unclear.

With the help of the King of Medicine, he learned ventriloquism and vocalized through the abdominal cavity and throat. Although he was not masterful, he could at least communicate normally.

"Millions of heroes have crossed most of the country with a passion for protecting their families and the country for the millions of people behind them."

"This is the national spirit that Anxi has always adhered to. We will definitely win, and the sky will be bright."

Liu Shang murmured to himself.

"Have a drink?" The obscure Central Plains words came from behind, it was Zhe Lansu, who was a big belly.

"Go away..." Liu Shang quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and cursed angrily.

Zhelansu froze when he handed over the jug, and then he said:

"The national disaster is at the forefront, and the people have the pain of hanging upside down. All the descendants of Yan and Huang have the rise and fall of the Central Plains in mind, and vowed to die against the barbarians."

"If there is any violation, the sky will thunder!"

"I Zhe Lan Su lead the charge!"

He is not welcome, but this self-analysis is sincere, and there is no way out. Once captured, he will suffer the most cruel torture in the abyss.

"Yes... it was you who killed our Anxi Army." Liu Shang looked disgusted, and the hatred in his eyes was difficult to resolve no matter what.

Zhe Lansu was silent for a moment, then said sadly:

"Why didn't you understand it back then?"

"Without me, for someone else, it's the same policy, even more brutal."

"If you want to blame it, blame the barbarians."

"When I win, the old man knelt down in front of Qiuci City, and prayed step by step for Anxi Yinghun's forgiveness."

In his heart, dignity is worthless, he just wants to live.

"Can you win?" Liu Shang's anger remained undiminished, as if talking to himself and praying to the sky.

Zhe Lansu didn't speak any more, and drank decadently to drown his sorrows.

In terms of spiritual will, the Central Plains army absolutely crushes the empire,

Even when the Central Plains were so weak, there were still so many people who came to the Western Regions desperately in order to prevent their compatriots and descendants from becoming slaves to the subjugation of the country.

But on the battlefield, you must speak with your fists.

According to his insider information in the Holy City, the empire dispatched the latest batch of weapons, not to mention 600,000 elites and nearly 20 saints.

When Zhongyuan's mood was high, he didn't dare to speak out to attack morale.

When the Western Byzantine Dynasty was overthrown, the empire only dispatched 300,000 soldiers and horses to slaughter 1.5 million Byzantine capable soldiers. The combat power was terrifying.

One million heroes in the Central Plains sounds like a rainbow, but the 600,000 elites of the empire are actually a more terrifying number.

"It's a pity Gu Chang'an..." Zhe Lansu sighed.

The imperial army was undefended, and he knew very well Gu Changan's ability to fight, killing people like slaughtering pigs and dogs.

If Gu Changan smashed out of the lonely city and kept harassing and attacking, it would definitely cause endless panic.

But two problems ruined this fantasy.

First, after leaving the city, Gu Changan still has such a monster's fighting power, he doesn't know, and the whole world doesn't know.

With the will to stick to the territory, the endless power erupts. Does leaving the territory mean that the breath will be vented?

The second and most crucial reason is that he has gone crazy!

A lunatic will only stay at home, no one can let him go, not even friends and foes.

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