Hu Yanshou paced back and forth and suddenly said sternly:

"Persuade them to surrender first."

Yue Ya was exhausted mentally and physically, leaning against the wall and said:

"Do you want to witness with your own eyes the bloody scene of him killing four thousand troops? What advice can you give to such a Han slave who is willing to die and be buried in the old dynasty?"

Hu Yanshou shuddered. He didn't even dare to imagine that hell scene.

The Chinese civilization, which is falling apart, still has such a stupid guardian.

"We must be persuaded to surrender. Even if Gu Changan dies, it does not mean that we can cover up the traces of the existence of Wanli Gucheng. One day, the incident will come to light."

"At that time, we will be exempted from death penalty, but we will not be able to escape from living crime!"

"Only surrender!"

"Imagine that an isolated city that has stood firm for more than sixty years has changed hands, and that a great figure who held a torch alone in the darkness has surrendered. As long as it is exposed, the will of the Eastern Land and Central Plains can be completely destroyed!"

"In this vast country of China, who dares to say that he is more desperate than Gu Changan? Even he can't hold on, who has the courage to resist?"

Hu Yanshou's eyes were blazing and he spoke firmly during the phone call.

Yue Ya pursed her lips.

The stubborn old man is also holding a funeral and wants to take the opportunity to gain political capital.

According to the blueprint he drew, perhaps the God of Heaven would really forgive them for their crime of deceiving the emperor, and even reward them.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, Gu Changan, that Han slave, is no longer just a person, but a great spiritual belief.

Hu Yanshou's eyes flickered and he thought for a moment:

"I am an official supporter of a seventh-rank Zhima official. I heard that his wife's ancestral home is Chang'an, and her family went to the Holy City, a lighthouse in the world."

"Let her persuade her to surrender?" Yue Ya asked.

"The name is Chang'an. Chang'an is closer and can penetrate the soul." Hu Yanshou made up his mind and added:

"I will handle the matter. No matter what the outcome is, the woman must die in the Western Region."

"I understand." Yue Ya nodded.

This is also grandma's policy. You can enter seven thousand miles away, but not even a fly can fly out.

"If persuasion to surrender fails, don't act rashly."

"Wait until the experts arranged by me arrive, completely burn the isolated city without leaving any trace, and grind Gu Changan into powder."

After a pause, the powerful old man almost begged:

"Do things well and don't let everyone suffer."

"The Great Barbarian Empire now has a territory of 20 million miles. As long as it devours the Divine Continent, it can create the supreme divine kingdom. We cannot die on the mountainside, we must accept the glorious applause on the top of the mountain."

Yue Ya nodded heavily, staring at the flickering light.

Why do everyone have such a desire for power? Because the empire after the influence of heaven——

Unprecedentedly powerful!

Being in it is a kind of honor that will shine through the ages. Her ambitions and dreams must not be ruined by that Han slave Gu Changan.

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A bright moon hangs alone in the desert.

Nearly four months have passed, which is particularly long for the isolated city. For the figures patrolling back and forth in the watchtower, they have seen the peach trees thousands of times. Fortunately, the peach blossoms do not change with the four seasons. They are bright red and lush every day and have never withered.

"It's finally here." Gu Changan murmured to himself. He didn't know what the barbarians were brewing in their silence for so long.

The yellow sand rolled up, and hundreds of horses galloped through the desert, stopping a few miles away. Yue Ya took off her golden helmet and looked coldly at the eye-catching bloody flag.

"Go." She stared sideways at a dusty woman.

How could a woman get used to the desert? Her originally fair skin was chapped, the corners of her mouth were so dry that they peeled off, and her hands tightly grasped the corners of her skirt.

She was held hostage here in a fog, and the idea that was instilled in her was to persuade her to surrender.

"Go!" Yue Ya held the purple whip in her hand and gestured to whip it down.

The woman knew that she had no ability to resist, so she silently picked up the kettle and walked towards the lonely city.

After just a few miles, I walked for more than an hour with just my feet. The moonlight became darker and the chill became stronger.

All her grievances and fears vanished into nothing after seeing the white figure at the top of the city, and were replaced by boundless shock.

"Get out!"

On the land close to the flag, Gu Changan jumped down and stared at her indifferently.

"I...I am from Chang'an." Facing the strong wind, the woman said these words with all her strength.

Gu Changan had an expressionless face, squinting at the barbarians in the distance. Perhaps it was the familiar Central Plains accent that prevented him from drawing his sword immediately.

It’s better to listen more.

"Persuaded to surrender?"

He walked over calmly.

Staring at this young and handsome face, the woman suddenly felt the urge to cry.

On the road to the Western Region, she only regarded it as a myth and legend, and at that time she couldn't hear any noise because of fear.

But when she saw this lonely city stained with blood and the man standing at the top of the city with her own eyes, her soul suffered an unimaginable impact.

She has also read poetry and books, and she has read historical records. But let me ask, who in the glorious China could be so tragic and so lonely?

The most desperate thing is that no one in the Central Plains knows who this man is!

"You're in so much pain." Her eyes were red and she couldn't control her emotions.

"Are you really from Chang'an?" Gu Changan looked at her.

"Well, twenty years ago..." The woman hesitated, not daring to say that her family had sneaked into the Holy City.

In front of this man, defecting is not only a humiliation, but a heinous crime deep in the soul.

She simply didn't have the courage to say it.

"Tell me about Chang'an. I haven't been there yet." Gu Changan smiled.

The woman's eyes were filled with tears. The man who was wandering alone in the abyss actually had a pair of clean and clear eyes. She could vaguely see the color of longing.

She wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes, and the memory of Chang'an came to mind, and she spoke softly:

"Chang'an, you can see peonies in full bloom when you enter the city. They bloom all over the streets. The poet praised them as 'unparalleled beauty in the world and the best fragrance in the world'."

"The most prosperous one is Zhuque Street. The wide and flat street is lined with rows of sycamores and weeping willows. Rich men parade on horseback and poor scholars study against the sycamore trees."

"At dawn, farmers from the suburbs of Beijing came pushing carts of fresh fruits and vegetables; young women gathered by the river to wash clothes, and the warm breeze blew through their flying hair; there were also various stalls, and the fragrance enveloped the whole place.

On the street, those who are short of money can only hope to stay away."

"..."

Gu Changan was fascinated by what he heard, perhaps because of the woman's gentle and gentle tone, or perhaps because of the beautiful scenery she described.

He loves the atmosphere of the market and the smiling faces of the people.

"You should take a look at Chang'an City." The woman whispered.

Gu Changan was silent for a moment and shook his head:

"I like Chang'an very much, just as I like my own name. Just hearing it makes me satisfied."

"Are you willing?" The woman was not only motivated by her own mission, but also felt pain in her heart.

"You should be an inescapable monument in the history of history, but now no one cares about you."

"The fall of Shenzhou was not because of you, nor because of ordinary people like us, nor because of the soldiers guarding the border, but because of the wanton behavior of those in power! It was the turmoil caused by Li Longji of the Tang Dynasty, and the failure of the Five Surnames and Seven Hopes to care about the lives and deaths of the people.

Otherwise, how could the law of heaven take care of the barbarians on the border!"

Gu Changan stared at her flushed cheeks with excitement and said softly:

"I understand the truth. I am not doing it for the Li Dynasty. I want to save the common people."

"In the past, when the Jin Dynasty and the Five Dynasties invaded China, in the darkest era of history, Chinese civilization still stood firm."

"But now the barbarians have the sky to take care of them!"

"This time the descendants of Yan and Huang have fallen, it may be difficult to get up again."

"The situation is so difficult, how can I just go with it?"

The woman was speechless, as if she was facing a huge boulder lying in front of her, which she could not move no matter what.

"They said that as long as you surrender, they will escort the old, weak, women and children in the city to Chang'an, and the ashes of the Anxi Army will return to their roots, and the heroic souls will return to their hometowns."
To be continued...