Suddenly Nadine looked down at Zhang Changan, his eyes finally fell on Sai Dianchi beside him, and said with a sneer: "Sai Dianchi, you really betrayed the true God and the Caliph, you really hid it deep enough! I will give you a chance to kneel and surrender immediately, if not, I will make your life worse than death!"
Sai Dianchi's face was pale, trembling slightly, he looked left and right, his eyes flickering.
"You can't live, but you can fight to the death like a soldier!" Zhang Changan kept staring at the front, but seemed to see Sai Dianchi's reaction, understood the other party's thoughts, and said coldly without turning his head.
He has calculated that he only has the strength to make four moves. According to the positions of the more than 300 Dashi monks in front of him, he can kill 10% of them, including two real people.
10% monks, two real people, this will be Zhang Changan's last achievement for Datang.
A gust of wind blew and shook his robe, he didn't wait for Nadine to say anything, his knees slightly bent, his hind feet hit the ground heavily, and he jumped out like a tiger or a leopard!
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"Those who kill you, Zhang Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty!"
When he declared his family name, Zhang Changan looked solemn and almost pious. When he was about to die, he didn't have any fear, what he had was only a high-spirited fighting spirit and an unyielding will.
He is a warrior of Datang.
With a horizontal slash, the frontmost group of Dashi Qi training monks, before they had time to react, were cut off by the waist one after another, exploding a huge cloud of blood.
Behind Zhang Changan, more than 30 monks from the Tang Dynasty rushed out at the same time. They all tried their best to survive without leaving any room for survival. So even if their strength was exhausted, they still charged fiercely, the arcs drawn by the long knives were sharp and domineering, and their spiritual energy oscillated like a fire cooking oil.
Two priests in mid-air were like wild geese, one left and one right swooped towards Zhang Changan. Dozens of qi cultivators on the ground rushed out afterward, roaring and holding their knives, their eyes were fierce, as if they wanted to smash Zhang Changan to pieces. .
Zhang Changan never retreated, and completely gave up his defense. In the second vertical slash, a priest came close, and was split into a cloud of aura by the light of the knife from his forehead to his chin to his chest, which was instantly wiped out.
Zhang Changan felt dizzy for a while in front of him. This was a sign that his strength was about to run out. At such a moment, he couldn't even see his opponent. But his movements didn't stop at all, enduring the throbbing pain of the sea of qi, he quickly moved sideways, and at the same time, stabbed straight with the knife.
The shoulder hurts badly, as if hit by a bull. Half of his body lost consciousness and fell to the side. Zhang Changan seemed to have expected this a long time ago. He stomped heavily on the ground with his left foot to stabilize his figure. There was a solid tactile sensation from the long knife, as if it had pierced through something.
In the next moment, Zhang Changan regained his vision, and in front of him was a face with distorted features and horror, with blood gushing from his mouth, it was another Great Food Priest who shot. The knife in Zhang Chang'an's hand pierced through the opponent's chest just before the opponent wanted to kill him with the knife.
The knife in the opponent's hand was embedded in Zhang Chang'an's left shoulder, and the entrance was so deep that it almost cut off Zhang Chang'an's arm. Zhang Changan's face was iron, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he pushed the dead priest away and drew out his long knife.
At this time, dozens of Qi training monks had already rushed in front of him, all of them were red-faced, their eyes were like fire, and they were full of murderous intent.
Zhang Chang'an only felt that his internal organs were shaking, his body seemed to explode from the inside, and his footsteps were so sloppy, it seemed that he was barely able to stand still for a moment.
However, his eyes remained calm.
Because the steps in the plan have not been completed.
He made a fourth cut.
He didn't know how the knife was cut out, he should have no strength. But he knew that he would be able to cut this last knife, even if it was purely by will. He knew himself very well, so this knife made a group of Dashi Qi training monks rushing forward, all vomit blood and fly backwards.
After this knife, Zhang Changan was so weak that he could no longer stand up.
He suddenly felt a little regretful.
At this time, a wind blade flew over and hit his chest, knocking him far away.
It was Husu Nadine with a gloomy face who made the shot.
He thought that Zhang Changan had no strength at all, and he didn't plan to do it himself, but he didn't expect that the other party could kill two priests and twenty or thirty qi cultivators, which made him unable to suppress his anger.
When Zhang Changan flew upside down in the morning light, his thoughts were clear and he had no regrets, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
In the brilliant sunlight, Zhang Changan caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, dozens of monks from the Great Tang Dynasty, some of them were fighting with the Dashi priest in mid-air like sparrows, some were falling from mid-air, and some were fighting with the Dashi monk on the ground Fighting hand to hand, some fell to the ground, and even grabbed the feet of Dashi monks to trip each other.
As a soldier, he was finally knocked down by the enemy, and his life finally came to a successful conclusion. No matter where it is placed, no matter when it is, this is something to be proud of.
Eight years ago, the imperial court conquered Hexi, and the monks fought against Tubo. Within ten months, nineteen prefectures were turned upside down, and the Tang Dynasty began to conquer Heshan. At that time, Zhang Changan was just a boy from a local family in Jincheng County, but he went out to fight at the opportunity, and killed the Tubo soldiers with his clansmen and friends.
That night, he saw the bloody battle between the white-haired grandfather and his old friends on the long street, the father who endured the humiliation and the powerful enemy died together, and the night sky was filled with magic spells when the king's army came.
Since then, he has embarked on an unpredictable journey, or participated in or witnessed all major events and wars in the rejuvenation and prosperity of the dynasty. Academy training, killing enemies in the northern border, Huai Rong making meritorious service, taking care of the grasslands, transporting grain to Liaodong...
During this process, his personal life can also be described as twists and turns. In the vortex of secularism, officialdom, morality, fame and fortune, there are ups and downs, and he once sank into the abyss of despair, without any hope in sight.
In the end, in the crucial battle of the dynasty's unification of the world, the emperor had an edict, and he was able to take the lead and enter the hinterland of Dashi. On the basis of years of accumulation in the Western Regions business, he did his best to stir up the situation, smash the enemy's army, respond to the frontal attack of the dynasty, and made an incomparable contribution.
However, there is a price to be paid for doing anything, especially for doing nothing. In this earth-shattering war, many soldiers always died in battle, some of them were mediocre, some of them were amazing and brilliant. Equality before death is the only true equality the world has.
Now, Zhang Changan has come to the end of his life. When the experience of this life formed a series of pictures and flashed in his mind, he suddenly realized that he had only spent more than 20 years.
A wonderful life with ups and downs ends at the prime of life.
This is the fate of a soldier.
His back fell heavily on the cold muddy ground, and Zhang Changan spit out a mouthful of blood unconsciously. He didn't feel much about his body anymore, he only felt that the sun in front of him was shining brightly, and seemed to be beating with countless beauties.
Simply beautiful.
When dying, the pure beauty experienced in life is the last remembrance people have for this world.
"What good things have I had in my life?" Zhang Changan faced the bright and clear sky, his pupils were scattered, and the spirit in his eyes gradually dissipated.
At this moment, he has no time to think carefully about his life, but some things have already been rooted in his life, and he didn't need to look for them in the first place. Zhang Changan, whose vision was already blurred, suddenly saw a clean and pure face floating in the blue sky.
That was not the scene where he was in Jincheng County at night, beheading Tubo warriors with long knives and horses, declaring that he had grown into a real warrior; nor was he in the Khitan Camp outside Huairong City, where he led the crowd to attack the king's army The picture of defeating the Khitan people and becoming famous all over the world for the first time.
It wasn't even the grandfather's eager anticipation, but the pride and relief that his father looked at him when he was dying.
Out of fame and fortune, out of morality, out of gains and losses.
Get rid of all bondage and desire.
When life stays at the last moment and everything becomes simple and pure, it returns to the original face of life. No restraint, no worry, no fear, no suffering and no sorrow.
Zhang Chang'an slowly raised his hand and stretched out into the blue sky, wanting to touch that face far away in the sky. It seems that as long as he touches the other person, he will grasp the most precious thing in life and satisfy the deepest nostalgia.
However, his strength finally had nothing left, so his movements seemed stiff and extremely difficult. Even though his eyes were full of longing, pity and reluctance, he was destined to be unable to touch anything. In the end, he could only fall back to the cold Gobi land.
"Gesang..."
he yelled softly.
...
The rare good weather, the Mobei Grassland in late autumn is sunny and sunny, and the bright sunshine dispels the chill brought by many north winds.
The shepherds lazily basked in the sun outside the yurt, chatting and laughing loudly with their neighbors not far away; the children in round clothes bullied the shepherd dogs and barked.
The man who is good at drinking starts to hold the flagon in broad daylight, so as not to be complained by the old man; the women bow their heads and mend their clothes, sometimes blaming their children for not knowing the importance of dogs.
Harmonious and full of hope, this is the current scene of Gesang Prefecture.
Gesang led a group of lambs out of the tribe for a stroll, with her head down all the way, depressed and unhappy. Many people greeted her, but she just forced a smile, not in the mood to talk.
Now there is no pasture in the ranch, and everyone is preparing for the winter, but Gesang is unshakable every day, and still goes out to graze for a long time. It's just that the flock of sheep following behind has changed from endless stretches to only twenty or thirty. It seems that the intention of distraction is greater than letting the flock graze.
A few middle-aged women watched Gesang go away with deep worries in their eyes, and whispered together.
"Why is the chief so depressed all day now? It's been a while since I looked at it."
"Well, the chief hasn't been really happy since Zhang Biejia left. I saw her hiding and wiping tears by herself several times!"
"Poor man, I don't know what Zhang Biejia thinks, how can he bear to leave the chief to fight?"
"Men always mount horses and fight..."
"Now the world is at peace, why fight a war, you may not come back from a war..."
"Don't talk nonsense, if the chief hears this, she should cry again!"
Gesang led the flock of sheep more than ten miles away from the tribe and came to a tall grassy slope. The location here is remote, sparsely populated, and it is a quiet and good place. The most rare thing is that, looking west from now on, the field of vision can extend to the horizon without any obstacles in the middle.
Gesang sat down on the grass slope with a lamb in his arms, staring at the western sky with blurred eyes. After a while, she hummed softly a ballad with a simple tune but a long charm. The clear and loud voice spread far away, with a little sadness, lingering in the autumn wind for a long time.
After singing for a while, Gesang gently put down the sleeping lamb and took out a booklet from his bosom.
This is a collection of poems that Zhang Changan gave her, and the corners have been turned up and curled. Gesang opened the booklet, flipping to the middle familiarly. The words on the pages that seemed to have magical powers gradually made her clear eyes moist.
She chant softly.
Walk again and again, and part with the king.
They are separated by more than ten thousand miles, and each is at the end of the world.
The road is obstructed and long, but we can know when we meet.
Huma follows the north wind, and the more birds nest in the south branch.
The day is far away, and the day of clothes has slowed down.
When she read this, Gesang pulled her clothes subconsciously. Judging from the waist position, the clothes were obviously much bigger than before, and the clothes were a bit baggy, which was evidence that she had lost a lot of weight. Pursing his lips, Gesang continued to read.
Floating clouds cover the day, and the wanderer does not care about returning.
Sijun makes people old, and the years are suddenly too late.
Don't give up donations, don't go back, try to add meals.
After closing the booklet, Gesang heaved a long sigh and looked at the flock of sheep under the grassy slope. They were looking for grass stalks with their heads down, bleating and bleating from time to time.
In her mind, she recalled the days when she and Zhang Changan were herding herds. Looking back now, the sun was always extraordinarily brilliant at that time, the grass in the pasture seemed to be endless, and the cows and sheep would always raise their heads and bleat and show their funny teeth, which made people feel happy after seeing it. Laughed along.
But now, the sheep don't smile, and the grass in the pasture is gone.
Gesang felt sour and sniffed his nose several times. After putting away the collection of poems, she took out a piece of pancake from her pocket, and gnawed on it in small bites. It is said in the poem that in order to have a good appearance when we meet in the future, we should not let ourselves lose weight, eat more and make ourselves beautiful.
While eating the pancake, a smile appeared on the corner of Gesang's mouth. She likes to imagine the scene of meeting Zhang Chang'an again at this time.
It may be a night with a bright moon hanging high, I was sleeping soundly, and when I woke up by chance, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the person I missed was standing by the bed, looking at me affectionately.
Or maybe it was a sunny afternoon, the calm earth suddenly rumbled, and then a mighty cavalry appeared on the horizon. The general who led the army was mighty and extraordinary. He rode his horse and came in front of him, raised his high hooves, then jumped off the horse's back, and hugged himself, who had been stunned, in his arms.
Thinking about it, Gesang giggled. At this moment, she forgot her sorrow and depression, and only had a bright future in her mind.
She raised her head, and the sun had reached the other side at some point, and the sun was shining directly in front of her eyes, making her eyes blur. At this moment, her eyes widened suddenly, because the person she had been thinking about day and night appeared in front of her.
She jumped up in surprise and opened her arms to embrace.
She missed it.
There was no one in front of him at all.
It was just an illusion that I wanted to outline in my heart just now.
Gesang remained in the hugging posture, and stood there in a daze.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Her heart suddenly ached badly.
It seemed to be grabbed and crushed by something, and it seemed to be pierced by a sharp arrow. What followed was a deep sense of loss, as if I had lost the most important thing, as if the whole world had left me.
Gesang fell to the ground, tears falling on the lamb's white hair.
Just now, she seemed to feel clearly that Zhang Changan was gone.
It turns out that it is not hard when the clothes are slowing down, and it is not terrible that the years are suddenly late. What is really desperate is that the person who has been waiting for a long time will never come back.
On the empty grassland, the heart-piercing howl of the shepherdess resounded, startling the flock of sheep, and spreading far away, the shepherds in the distance looked up in astonishment.