Boundless yellow sand, vast desert.

A caravan of hundreds of people crossed the Gobi and headed east.

The carriage with the "grain" flag hanging was swaying, and after a few weak groans, the man with pigtails was kicked out of the carriage by the woman with a sinister face.

Soon another male slave came on.

Liu Shang lifted up his nondescript trousers, ignored the sarcastic eyes of the caravan clerk, and silently walked towards the back of the team.

He has integrated into the barbarian country. Whether it is his hair style, clothing, or accent, he is so ugly that he hates himself.

"I only have one chance." Liu Shang murmured to himself.

This opportunity was still created by Changan.

The judge of Seven Thousand Miles is replaced.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "one emperor and one courtier" means that when the incoming adjudicator leaves, all the officials, large and small, under his control will lose their power.

No matter how smooth the power transfer process is, there will definitely be flaws.

He must use the caravan to seize the loophole in order to break through the numerous blockades along the way and reach the Yumen Pass that appears repeatedly in his dreams.

"Look, in the dark night sky of the apocalypse, the forgotten Western Region is still burning the torch of ideals."

The intensity with which the barbarians blocked information about the isolated city proved their fear of Chang'an!

The more this happened, Liu Shang tried his best to bring the news to the Central Plains of Shenzhou.

A divided nation needs a hero of the times to awaken the declining spirit of civilization.

How can no one care about that kind of perseverance that ultimately leads to no results, that kind of everlasting faith and great love for the people of the country and the country?

Liu Shang always imagined a scene in his dreams.

The seven kingdoms of the Divine Continent put aside their disputes for a short time and sent millions of troops to suppress Yumen Pass. They came to the territory that they had maintained for more than sixty years. They looked at the desperate man at the top of the city who had faced countless confrontations and said with a loud voice that shook the sky:

"go home!"

It was such a passionate scene. At that moment, all the persistence was meaningful. At that moment, the heroic spirit of the Anxi Army was smiling. At that moment, the national spirit shocked the world.

He knows that dreams are just illusions after all.

But in this journey of almost death, you need a little comfort from fantasy, otherwise you will sink in despair.

"Wait for me, Chang'an, wait for me again."

Liu Shang's eyes were red. He was most afraid that he would reach the Central Plains, and the men in Gucheng would have fallen long ago.

I heard that the new judge is an old witch who is frightened by the barbarians. How can I survive the boundless darkness when I am alone in Chang'an?

…

Kucha City.

The peach blossoms are already as tall as a person. In the gray and yellow desert, the bright red peach petals look magnificent.

Gu Changan was lying under the tree, with several empty wine jars beside him.

Half a month ago, several scribes brought a cart of wine, and he learned the name Zhe Lansu from this.

In fact, he didn't hate Zhe Lansu either. The two civilizations were fighting to the death, and everyone had their own responsibilities, including the dead purple-shirted swordsman.

His responsibility is to guard this city and defend the Central Plains nation from enemies outside the territory, nothing more.

"The enemy is coming." Gu Changan remained calm as always, stepped out of the abyss and walked to the bottom of the city wall, walked over the wall and took down the flag.

Bang!

He inserted the banner heavily into the loess and stared into the distance as usual.

The sun is covered with dust and smoke, black clouds press over the city and fill the horizon. Flags are flying eight miles away, and iron armor is like clouds.

The four thousand warriors had iron-faced faces, the colorful flags embroidered with female eagles were eye-catching, and a majestic chariot was behind the army.

Behind the chariot, a huge golden statue was held high, resembling both a bird and an animal, awe-inspiring and sacred.

The Imperial Adjudicator is honored to march in person!

Yue Jiuling wore a beaded crown on her head, her silver hair was combed meticulously, and her dark brown eyes were cold.

The existence of this city for one day is an insult to her political life!

She is not as cowardly as old man Zhelan. Only by going to the battlefield in person can she show her determination to defend the dignity of the Barbarian Empire to the death!

The army gradually approached the isolated city, and they could clearly see the flags fluttering in the wind and the snow-white figures standing under the city.

This scene is supposed to exist only in legends and is a ridiculous joke.

Is there really one person who can defend the city in this world?

Witnessing it with my own eyes, the descendants of the Yuezhi who were accompanying me had ups and downs in their hearts, and they could not calm down their shocking emotions for a long time.

"A tragic epic legend." A boy with a purple hat was dumbfounded.

The visual impact of the scene of one person fighting against the desert army is simply too great.

Snap!

"Shut up!" The plump and beautiful woman slapped her face coldly and said coldly:

"I'm just a loyal fool, but he deserves your praise?"

"Yes, Sister Ya..." The young man said.

"Remember, a real hero is one who understands the current situation, is flexible and flexible, and endures hardships, rather than seeking death."

Yue Ya gave a stern warning, and the blue-eyed boy burst out with murderous intent.

At the back of the army were a few horses, none other than Zhe Lansu and his close guards.

His subordinates all left for Mobei, but the old witch deliberately stayed for a few days, saying that she would also let him go to the battlefield to observe.

How could Zhe Lansu not see through the old witch's mind?

Nothing but humiliation!

I was worried about the mess he left behind by digging holes, so I felt disgusted with him.

If Gu Changan dies, the gap between the two sanctions officers will be obvious. He will not be able to hold his head up when he meets the old witch in the power field in the future.

As the drums rumbled, Yue Jiuling stood up and roared:

"Array!!"

Four thousand warriors suddenly swarmed toward the isolated city like a wave, forming a strange formation. At the front were neither infantry shield soldiers nor heavily armored cavalry.

Instead, they were a group of red-armored soldiers riding ferocious wolves, all holding nine-foot halberds.

The chariot stayed away from Kucha City, maintaining an absolutely safe distance. Guards with superb martial arts surrounded the sanctioning officer, so that no matter what the outcome, the chariot could quickly evacuate.

unexpected!

There was a clicking sound in the distance, flaming arrows could be vaguely seen falling from all directions and falling into Kucha City, and the sky was faintly shrouded in thick black smoke.

"The old witch is indeed sinister..." Zhelan sighed solemnly.

I originally thought that the opponent would look down on Gu Changan, so I never thought of directly using the Yuezhi's unique weapon, the poisonous fireball.

It seems that there is still a group of soldiers ambushing the southeast and west triangles of the isolated city, waiting for Gu Changan to die and completely destroy the city.

A fishy and foul smell permeates the city. This poisonous gas can pollute water sources and farming. Once the old, weak, women and children in the city are infected, they will bleed to death from their orifices.

The arrows in the distance are getting denser and denser, and the streets of Gucheng are filled with floating black smoke.

"Blast the drum!" Yue Jiuling's high-spirited voice came from the chariot.

"Drum roll!!"

The guards shouted in unison.

The battlefield drums are beating loudly and the ferocious wolves are howling wildly, like the most intense doomsday funeral song.

Gu Changan's whole body became cold, his calm eyes gradually turned violent, and the black smoke in the city defeated the weakness wrapped in his hard shell.

What about the relatives who watched him grow up?

What to do with those laughing children?

He could not leave the city gate, and the lonely city that had stood firm for sixty-two years fell after leaving. Even if it fell for a quarter of an hour, it would be a betrayal of the heroic soul of Anxi.

This feeling is like walking and suddenly stepping on the air, your soul is floating in mid-air, and you are watching your body fall hopelessly towards the abyss.

It's not pain or fear, but an indescribable confusion and helplessness.

In the abyss of the city gate, peach blossoms bloomed luxuriantly, and an incomparable white figure stood still, letting the enemy invaders sweep in with their overwhelming momentum.

"Sad lonely person." Zhelan narrowed his eyes and stared at the white robe. He admitted that the old witch's methods were ruthless.

When Gu Changan went into the city to rescue women and children, he would definitely be contaminated with poisonous gas. The old witch took the opportunity to capture Qiuci City and then annihilated Gu Changan.

"Your Majesty, the old witch seems to hate Gu Changan extremely?" the confidant asked cautiously.

Zhe Lansu twitched his lips, "Those who surrendered their country thirty years ago certainly hated the man who stood firm in the dark and desperate situation."
To be continued...