He remained in the city for about a year, fighting at first with a wooden sword but later on he had to rely on his sword.
But even so, in the repeated battles, there will always be times when things go wrong.
After his left arm was injured, he did not fight alongside the three hundred veteran soldiers, but retreated into the city to recuperate.
"Old Lu, your martial arts level is higher, and your hearing is still there. Listen to the direction of the city gate. Is there no movement?"
One-legged Old Chen came over with a cane, his face also looking serious.
He is over eighty years old and has gray hair. He is a veteran who experienced the Alien War forty years ago.
He is much older than young soldiers like Captain Hai, but because of old age and disability, he can no longer go to the battlefield.
In this isolated city, apart from the three hundred old soldiers who can still fight in the battlefield, there are basically only women and children in the city, as well as the disabled veterans from that year.
"There is no sound of fighting." Lu Yanbei frowned, glanced at the women and children taking shelter behind him, quietly walked a few steps away, and said in a low voice:
"Logically, the fighting should have ended, but why is there no one on the city wall blowing the horn to signal us?"
"Could it be..." The same thought occurred to Lu Yanbei and the others at the same time, and their expressions became increasingly gloomy.
Either the casualties in this battle were extremely high, or some other unexpected event occurred...
"Let's go to the city gate tower to see what's going on?"
Lu Yanbei suggested.
Although he was a foreign warrior and not a soldier of Dayan, he was also trapped in this city for a year.
Over the past year, I have been infected by the spirit of this lone army and have fought side by side with them for a year.
At this time, he noticed that the situation was different and decided to go to the city gate to take a look, regardless of the injury on his left arm.
The two old men, one with an injured arm and the other with a broken leg, supported each other as they walked towards the city gate tower.
But after turning a few streets, I heard mournful cries piercing the sky.
They were several old soldiers walking towards the city gate tower, carrying the bodies of a dozen comrades whose faces were covered with white cloth. Surrounding them were the family members of the fallen soldiers who had rushed over after hearing the news.
"In this battle, another thirteen people were killed." The old soldier beside him lowered his voice and said:
"There used to be an army of 100,000, but now there are only about 300 left."
Over the past forty years, there have been casualties in every battle, but now there are only thirteen casualties, which is actually much smaller than in previous wars.
But the death toll is not just a simple number.
"What a sin!" A pale and skinny old woman knelt beside two corpses covered with white cloth and cried.
The corpse on the left is an old soldier in his sixties, and the corpse on the right is younger, a middle-aged soldier in his thirties or forties.
One was middle-aged, the other was old. The two bodies looked vaguely similar, and seemed to be father and son.
Most of the soldiers in the city are old survivors of the Alien War, but of course there are also new recruits who joined the army in the past forty years.
"It is said that fathers and sons fight together in the battlefield. Letting you two fight together is to let you support each other, not to fight together..." The old woman cried in the wind.
"My son, you have lived for more than thirty years. You were born and raised in this city. You have never seen the scenery outside this desert. Why are you leaving now..."
"Old man, why don't you die earlier? Instead, you have to lead my son astray, making him miss Da Yan, whom he has never seen in his life, and take over your place on the battlefield..."
"We have defended the city for forty years. The one hundred thousand soldiers in the past have died and become only three hundred old soldiers. Where is the Great Yan you mentioned in the past forty years?"
"Defend the city? What a bullshit city!"
"What's the use of righteousness and loyalty? They only impress themselves! Is there anyone in Kyushu who still remembers the soldiers and civilians in the city?"
Lu Yanbei, who came from a distant neighborhood, was silent.
The death of soldiers in battle has become the norm in this city, but every time he sees this scene of separation of life and death, he still feels sad.
But at this moment, the old woman saw Lu Yanbei rushing over, and she somehow got up and grabbed Lu Yanbei's collar.
"Mr. Lu, you are from outside Jiuzhou, please say something." The old woman cried:
"Why don't you talk about the situation in Da Yan? What is the current situation in Jiuzhou?"
"Is the sacrifice of my old man and my son meaningful?"
Over the years, there have been many warriors from outside the city who have entered this isolated city like trees, but their numbers are extremely small.
After hearing about the military and civilian deeds of this city, a few outside warriors, including Lu Yanbei, all made the same decision.
He kept silent about the affairs of the Great Yan court and foreigners, and was very secretive about it.
Lu Yanbei was grabbed by the old woman's collar, but he still kept his mouth tightly shut.
The old woman was tired of crying and just shook her head:
"I understand. No one is stupid."
She knelt on the ground, closed the old soldier's eyes, and said with a sad smile:
"In the past, 100,000 soldiers lived up to Da Yan and sacrificed their lives for the country. They did not bow down to foreigners, but Da Yan failed the remaining troops who defended this city!"
Lu Yanbei seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.
What else can he say
In fact, the situation in Kyushu outside is many times worse than this old woman imagined!
There was no complicated reason why he didn't speak, he just couldn't bear it.
What is even more tragic than "We are about to fight to the death, why does Your Majesty surrender first?" is that this isolated army has been fighting to the death for forty years, while the Great Yan court behind them has been kneeling for forty years!
"The Kyushu outside has already rotted!"
"The 100,000 elite soldiers who died tragically in the Alien War were the last backbone of the human race in Jiuzhou. Since then, the backbone of warriors has been broken, the character of scholars has been broken, and chivalrous warriors have become a thing of the past!"
"The Taoist temples of the nine major sects have been opened in almost all the major cities in Kyushu!"
"And now the people of Jiuzhou have already regarded the Immortal Gate as a true immortal on the shrine and worshipped it. Even the people in remote towns don't know what a 'strange person' is."
"What has been forgotten by the world is not just this remnant army and this isolated city. If a few decades pass, I'm afraid the people of Kyushu will even forget the 'Alien War' completely."
How could Lu Yanbei possibly say these words!
He would rather keep silent about it.
If the truth were to come to light, countless people in this isolated city would fall into despair and completely lose their will to fight.
So he would rather not say anything, even though silence itself is an attitude.
After a long while, Lu Yanbei could only comfort him:
"This desert has been isolated from the outside world for many years. The formations created by the aliens are not something that ordinary people can overcome."
"It's not that Da Yan outside doesn't want to come to help, he just doesn't know..."
As he said these words, he felt a little depressed.
As far as Lu Yanbei knew, the fact that there were still remnants of the army holding on to this isolated city should be unknown to the outside world, and he was not lying about this.
But... what good would it do even if I knew
If Emperor Yonghe knew about this, would he really risk the pressure from the Immortal Sect and send a large army to help
In Lu Yanbei's opinion, what the old woman said was actually correct.
Lu Yanbei said silently in his heart:
"One hundred thousand soldiers have not let down Great Yan and have defended the territory of the isolated city until now. It is the Great Yan court that has let you down!"
The cries gradually died down; their tears had dried up, leaving only sadness in their hearts.
Lu Yanbei walked a few steps away with heavy steps to ask the old soldiers who were carrying the corpses about the specific details of the battle.
"Thirteen people were killed in the battle, and there are still more than three hundred soldiers left... How long can this city be defended?" He couldn't help but ask.
But none of the old soldiers answered.
Everyone knows that this isolated city is destined to fall, and even when it will fall does not depend on them, but on the mood of the strangers.
How long can three hundred veterans hold out now? A year? Half a year? Or even a month
The attack of foreigners on the isolated city is like the rain from heaven, without any regular pattern, sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy, with no fixed pattern.
Today they are paper soldiers, tomorrow they may turn beans into soldiers, or drive beasts to attack the city. The methods used by the immortals are endless and difficult to predict.
No one is sure.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise coming from the direction of the city gate tower in the distance. Many people were arguing and talking about something, which made Lu Yanbei and others subconsciously look in the direction of the sound.
The sound of a horn blew from the direction of the city gate tower.
However, this time the sound of the horn was no longer low as before, but instead had a hint of excitement.
The sound of the horn means that the war is over, the city's martial law has been lifted, and the refugee residents can return... But it seems that there is more to it than that
Everyone was confused.
A yellow-faced child trotted over from the direction of the city gate, his mouth almost grinning from ear to ear:
"There's a person from the outside world coming to the city gate!"
Everyone on the street was shocked, but only slightly.
A warrior alone cannot change the overall situation or save this city.
Even a top-notch first-class warrior would not be able to lead them out of the desert that was blocked by the immortal gate.
"Someone from the outside world? Is he a foreign martial artist? Could he be another one who was tricked in by the disciples of the Da Dao Sect?" Lu Yanbei sighed in his heart.
I hope that the people who come this time have higher martial arts skills, so that perhaps fewer people can die in this city.
"He said he's not a martial artist... He said he's a soldier, a soldier of Dayan!" the child shouted.
When these words were spoken, Lu Yanbei and others were all stunned.
The old woman, who had just cried until her voice was almost hoarse, was also stunned, with a variety of complicated thoughts in her mind.
"Are there soldiers from Dayan outside? How many are there? Are there finally reinforcements?" She asked questions one after another like a machine gun, grabbing the child who was jogging over and not letting him leave.
"One... two people."
The high spirits of the crowd were suddenly poured with a bucket of cold water.
Only the one-legged old soldier suddenly remembered something. His hand holding the crutch trembled slightly, and he asked in a trembling voice:
"Only one soldier came? Is his last name Wu? Is General Wu back?"
One person cannot change the overall situation.
But if General Wu returned, perhaps the situation would be different.
In the past, General Wu was a man whose words were law in the army. If he did not show up, it meant that he was not sure.
If he returns, it means he has the awareness to turn the tide.
The child was frightened by the one-legged old soldier's excited reaction. He stammered several times and was unable to speak for a while.
And at this time.
An old voice came from a distance.
"My last name is Qiao."
A white-haired old man holding a spear walked slowly from the other end of the street, followed by old soldiers such as Captain Hai.
The old man's face was full of wrinkles, and he looked even older than the old soldiers in the city, but his eyes were bright and firm, without the turbidity of other old people.
"My name is Qiao Shuangsen, and I am the captain of ten thousand men in the Great Yan Immortal-killing Army."
"Dayan has not forgotten you... All the sacrifices and perseverance in this isolated city over the past forty years will be spread throughout the nine states."
"I am not alone, but a pioneer exploring the way. As you can see, I have passed through the immortal gate formation alone and entered this city."
"Reinforcements are on the way, and I have thousands of men behind me!"
Chapter 182: I asked the messenger with tears in my eyes, when will the six armies really come
City gate street.
Qiao Mu held a spear in his hand, and behind him were veteran soldiers including Hai Siyuan. Captain Hai and others were endorsing Qiao Mu.
This isolated city is not small, and it was once a big city in Zhongzhou.