At dusk.

In the courtyard of the border city, flags of birds and animals were flying high in the courtyard, magpies and crows were perched on the trees, and a doctor hurried over with a medicine box.

"General Zhang, where are the people?" As soon as the doctor entered the hall, he noticed the withered and ghost-like savage dog.

"Save him, he is not a barbarian." After Zhang Yifang finished speaking, he helped Liu Shang sit down.

Liu Shang was trembling all over, and his withered thighs could not help trembling. He was not afraid of death, but the story of Anxi Gucheng was not written down, so he could not close his eyes now.

The doctor stretched out a hand and pressed it on his wrist. Liu Shang subconsciously dodged. When he thought that this was not the purgatory of the Western Regions, he showed an honest smile again.

Zhang Yifang stared at this smile, turned his head slightly, and his nose felt sore.

"It's okay, I'll get you some medicine." Langzhong looked calm, took out Nian Huhu's pills and forced them into his mouth, and then motioned with his eyes to Zhang Yifang to excuse him.

"The body is on the verge of reaching its limit, the organs, qi and blood are exhausted, and I can only rely on my will to support me."

Langzhong looked pale and had never seen a patient with such a terrifying will in his decades of medical practice.

"He must be saved!" Zhang Yifang strangled the doctor's shoulders tightly and begged.

"He died after taking his last breath. I can only postpone it for a few days, and General Zhang will send him to Liangzhou quickly."

Langzhong shook his head.

"There is no cure?" Zhang Yifang cried heartily. The tragic Anxi could not add another heroic soul. He had just crawled back to the Central Plains from despair.

Langzhong saw that General Zhang's pain did not seem to be fake. He hesitated for a moment and said bluntly:

"Unless the descendants of Medicine King Sun Simiao are willing to leave the mountain, he lives in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain and does not care about the world."

"That's good." Zhang Yifang turned from sadness to joy, "Remember to keep it secret."

"General Zhang, if the descendants of King Yao don't bow to the powerful, the emperor will not be able to invite him." Lang Zhong reminded him tactfully when he said goodbye.

"Is he a descendant of Yan and Huang?" Zhang Yifang asked.

"Of course..." Langzhong was puzzled by General Zhang's childish question.

"That's enough!" Zhang Yifang said forcefully and walked quickly back to the hall.

"Ah ba ah ba..." Liu Shang's voice was hoarse and he gestured desperately with his pen. He knew his situation well and just wanted to finish writing.

Zhang Yifang took the rice paper handed by the guard and said softly: "Slow down."

Liu Shang was lying on the table writing furiously, coughing violently from time to time, and blood dripping down the rice paper. He gritted his teeth, but tears filled his eyes and blurred his vision.

After three quarters of an hour, the pen fell to the ground, and Liu Shang fell into a contented sleep.

I fulfilled my mission and fulfilled all my responsibilities.

It's time to rest.

So tired.

"Send to Liangzhou overnight. If the hero dies on the way, I will kill you!"

Zhang Yifang glared at his cronies, and Liangzhou asked the imperial doctor to renew his life, waiting for the descendants of the King of Medicine.

"Follow your orders!

"The soldiers were resolute and left the border town with the legendary figure on their backs.

…

Late at night, the woman with a double-curled bun approached the study and heard muffled sobbing coming from inside.

"Husband, I'm coming in." She pushed open the door with the food box in hand, "Are you in a bad mood?"

"It's okay." Zhang Yifang pretended to be free and easy, but his red eyes betrayed his emotions.

"You and I, husband and wife, are we still pretending?" The woman walked closer, patted her husband's shoulder gently, and straightened out his messy hair.

In an instant, the hard-blooded man who had gone through life and death on the battlefield burst into tears in his wife's arms.

"It's so desperate, so painful..." Zhang Yifang's body twitched slightly. Even as a border guard, he was afraid of being put into the desperate situation of the Anxi Army.

The woman frowned, picked up the blood-stained rice paper, and started browsing from the first line.

When I saw the words "Isolated in the Western Region, cut off from news for sixty-three years", my eyes suddenly filled with confusion.

It's like the dusty long history comes to life at this moment.

She suppressed her sadness and twitched her fingers slightly.

There were no reinforcements and no rewards. For sixty-three years, for countless days and nights, Kucha City witnessed the heroic sacrifice of 20,000 Anxi troops, and not one of them begged to surrender.

The gray-haired old soldiers stood at the top of the city, shouting "Nine deaths without regrets, never retreat". Their turbid eyes looked to the east, as if they were looking directly at the sun, as if they were missing their hometown.

They were all dead, except for Gu Changan, who dared to beat drums at the top of the city at the age of seven. He started killing enemies at the age of ten, and he has been...

The woman was almost suffocated. She raised her head and did not dare to look at the rice paper.

The whole article was a brisk and simple description, but she could clearly see that every line was filled with "despair"!

She and Zhang Yifang faced each other and cried.

“When food is exhausted and there is no help, people die, but not an inch of land is lost.”

"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."

"Chang'an, Chang'an, he is the only one left, all the responsibilities and burdens are left to him, all the darkness is borne by him..."

Zhang Yifang choked up and couldn't speak. When he read the end, his heart was cut by a knife, and he even hoped that the man who was only 23 years old would die soon.

Yes, go to hell.

That would be a relief.

Why?

I have never owed anyone anything, why should I go through hellish torture, why should I be covered in bruises and hold up a torch, why can't I surrender and go to the Holy City to enjoy the glory and wealth?

Because I want to defend the territory, because once I retreat, the most tenacious spirit of the Chinese nation will collapse.

So I killed four thousand barbarians by myself, so I sat in the watchtower day and night, so I beat the drum alone, raised the flag alone, and celebrated alone.

"Where is Chang'an?" The woman asked in a trembling voice, struggling to suppress her emotions.

Zhang Yifang shook his head. Liu Shang left the isolated city and didn't know what happened next. He only knew that the barbarians massacred hundreds of thousands of people and completely controlled the Western Region, all because of Gu Changan!

"Are you still alive?" The woman couldn't stop crying.

The news was brought back. At dawn, that lonely man must not fall on the eve of victory. He should accept the worship of the Chinese nation. He deserves the highest praise.

"I don't know..." Zhang Yifang was silent and said firmly:

"Beiliang will definitely take him back, no matter what!"

"Beiliang?" The woman wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and corrected:

"You should say the entire Central Plains."

"Yes." Zhang Yifang nodded heavily.

China will not let you down!

It is you who have made the Chinese spirit greater, and it is you who have created an unprecedented legend of a lone brave man.

Facing the raging barbarians, whenever the descendants of Yan and Huang are about to give up, they will think of you who was guarding the lonely city alone.

No retreat!

No retreat!

"What are you still doing? Go to Beijing!" the woman urged.

Zhang Yifang came back to his senses, carefully folded the rice paper and put it into his clothes, and strode out of the study. He suddenly turned around:

"The Anxi Army held firm for sixty-three years without losing an inch of territory. Gu Changan faced the darkness with one man and one sword. How could the Huanghuang Central Plains be bullied by the barbarians?"

"Madam, I believe that from now on...

After a long pause, he said excitedly:

"If we attack and defend against different forces, if the enemy can go, I can go too!

!”

The woman's smile was as bright as a flower.

…

Liangzhou.

As the morning light faded, Zhang Yifang reined his horse at the city gate and handed the identity document to the guard.

"General, wait a moment." The guard left respectfully and called a seventh-grade captain.

The captain suddenly felt confused, cupped his fists and said:

"General, you left your post without authorization and returned to Beijing without an order..."

"The border defense line is well arranged and there will be no chaos." Zhang Yifang took off his helmet and suddenly laughed:

"Why are you returning to Beijing? Because I have found the most ardent seed of the Chinese nation, and I am going to start a prairie fire!"
Chapter completed!