Qiuci City, the sky is filled with yellow sand.

At the foot of the mountain are densely packed tombstones. The old woman smiled and poured a pot of wine on the tombstones.

Don't hear the cry.

Just laugh.

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

In a simple mud house, a dozen women with sunken cheeks carried out five gray-haired corpses.

Inside the house, the frost-white hair on the temples was also on the verge of death.

The armor was stained with blood, his chest was pierced by an arrow, and his breath was like a gossamer.

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

"Grandpa Qin."

The young man's facial features are exquisite, his skin is bronze, and his usually sharp eyes are now empty and lifeless.

"Remember!" Qin Shichang's lips trembled and he said decisively:

"The heart of a loyal and loyal soul is as bright as a pill even though it has gone through thousands of calamities."

"Ahem..." he said, vomiting blood, covering his chest and coughing up blood.

"Although the glorious Tang Dynasty has gone far away, the soul of our Chinese nation will always be there and will never die."

"We will be able to restore the old things and revive...to regain our glory!"

The old man used all his strength, his eyes widened, and almost shouted these words.

After speaking, my eyes filled with tears, and tears flowed down my wrinkled face.

Sixty years ago, he was still a very ambitious young man who left the Central Plains to guard the border in the Western Regions.

This is a lifetime away from home.

After the Anshi Rebellion, the Tang Dynasty was devastated, and the Central Plains could no longer control the Western Regions. Even the chokepoint, the Hexi Corridor, was occupied by barbarians.

The Anxi Army was completely isolated, leaving only a single ruined city in the vast Western Region.

Unable to contact the outside world, and not knowing who the emperor is, there is only one reason to support their will to fight.

The territory under our feet belongs to the Tang Dynasty, we would rather die than lose it!

"The city is full of white-haired troops who will not abandon Mo Dao. They have resisted alone for sixty years and dare not forget the Tang Dynasty."

"I am not ashamed of the country's grace and the nation. I am only sorry for Xiaoyun."

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

In his sight, he saw a delicate girl standing under the locust tree and looking into the distance.

"Husband, why are you going here?"

"Guard the border and resist 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 as long as you want."

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

Gu Changan stood silently in the corner.

He is the only one left in the Anxi Army.

…

Beside the grave, there were thousands of disabled women and children, none of them young or strong.

Some dark-skinned children have resolute faces, and when they grow to the height of a spear, they will stand on the top of the city to face the enemy.

"Only Chang'an is left."

The old woman was exhausted mentally and physically, her voice was hoarse, and her muddy eyes looked at the flag of the Tang Dynasty fluttering in the distance.

They have not fallen down in sixty years, they tried their best!

Really tried my best!

Sadly, the Central Plains thought that all the Western Regions had been lost and never sent a single envoy.

Yes, who would stick to an isolated city like this for sixty years?

He grew his own food, minted his own coins to maintain circulation, and did not receive any rewards. He accomplished such an impossible feat purely by relying on his passion for the country.

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

The heroic Gu Changan who went to the battlefield at the age of ten, the child who was born in Kucha City and grew up in a pool of blood and war.

Kucha City has been defended for sixty years, what’s the point?

"Chang'an, surrender; Chang'an, surrender." The old woman chanted repeatedly.

The woman present burst into tears.

Come down!

He is only twenty years old, he is still young, and he cannot die on the city wall anymore.

What’s the point of continuing to hold on?

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 surrender!"

The old woman stared at him and yelled:

"As the governor of Anxi, Guo Xinshuang, I order you to leave Kucha City."

Guo Xin, Guo Ziyi's nephew, was also the guardian of the Anxi Army. He was killed in battle at the city wall thirty years ago.

"For sixty years, no one in the Anxi Army has surrendered or been captured. Grandma, do you think I will be a coward if I want to set a precedent?"

Gu Changan looked directly at her and spoke loudly.

"You are different. You are brave and invincible. The barbarian country has tried to persuade you to surrender many times and promised you the position of a powerful general. The tribes in the Western Region have also asked you to surrender."

"There's no point in you sacrificing yourself. Datang, Datang, where the hell is Datang? Is he dead? Who the hell among us knows."

"If you try your best, God won't blame anyone."

In the crowd, a white-haired old man with broken arms roared angrily.

This child grew up eating Baijia rice, and his name is the ambition of the entire Kucha city.

Chang'an.

Chang'an.

When I look up to see the sun, I cannot see Chang'an.

"This city has been defended for sixty years, so why not defend it for a lifetime? As long as I am still here, this Tang flag will never fall."

The young man, who was as tall as a pine and cypress, left silently after speaking, heading towards the city wall as usual.

The mottled and dilapidated city walls are stained with blood everywhere, and the flags of the Tang Dynasty are flying in the wind.

Gu Changan took off his armor and stood alone in the watchtower, letting the wind and sand sting his cheeks.

Once he traveled through time and became a baby in Kucha City, his father died in the war and his mother became ill from overwork and died when he was three years old.

He grew up eating hundreds of meals and joined the army at the age of ten and set foot on the city tower. It has been ten years now.

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

【Kill the enemy and you will become stronger】.

In the past ten years, his personal martial arts has reached a state of perfection, and he doesn't even know what level he is at, but so what?

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

In this life, can I take a look at Chang'an, the imperial capital?

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

After a long silence, he asked softly to the setting sun and evening breeze:

"Is Datang still there?"

Yes, he is familiar with history books and guesses that Tang Dezong or Tang Suzong are probably in power now. In short, they are all puppets supported by eunuchs.

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