Chapter 154
He fell into the city for about a year. At first he fought with wooden swords, but later he had to rely on the power of swords.
But even so, in battle after battle, there will be times when the horse stumbles.
After his left arm was injured, he no longer fought side by side with the three hundred soldiers, but retreated to the city to recuperate.
"Old Lu, your level of martial arts is higher and your ears are still strong. Listen to the direction of the city gate. Is there no movement?"
The one-legged old Chen walked over with a cane, his face also solemn.
He has gray hair on his temples and is over eighty years old. He is a veteran who experienced the alien war forty years ago.
He is much older than the young soldiers of the past like Captain Hai, but because of aging and disability, he can no longer go to the battlefield.
In this isolated city, apart from the 300 old soldiers who were still able to go to the battlefield, basically there were only a city of women and children left, as well as the disabled veterans of the year.
"There was no sign of fighting." Lu Yanbei frowned, glanced at the women and children taking refuge behind him, quietly walked a few steps away, and said in a low voice:
"Logically speaking, the fighting should be over, but why is there no one blowing the horn at the top of the city to give us a signal?"
"Could it be..." A thought came to Lu Yanbei and others' minds at the same time, and the expressions on their faces became darker.
Either the damage in this battle was particularly high, or there were other accidents...
"Come on, let's go to the city gate tower to see what's going on?"
Lu Yanbei suggested.
Although he is a martial artist from outside, he is not a soldier of Great Yan. But he was also trapped in the city for a year.
Over the past year, I have been infected by the spirit of this lone army and have been fighting side by side with them for a year.
At this time, he noticed that something was wrong, and regardless of the injury to his left arm, he decided to go to the city gate to have a look.
Two old men, one with an injured arm and the other with a broken leg, supported each other and walked toward the city gate tower.
Just after turning a few streets, I heard desolate cries penetrating the sky.
It was a few old soldiers who were walking towards the city gate building, carrying the bodies of more than a dozen comrades with their faces covered with white cloths. They were surrounded by family members of the fallen soldiers who came after hearing the news.
"In this battle, thirteen more people were killed." The old soldier next to him said in a low voice:
"There used to be an army of 100,000, but now there are still more than 300 left."
Over the past forty years, there have been casualties in every battle, but now only thirteen people were killed, which was actually much smaller than in previous battles.
But the number of casualties is not a simple number.
"What a sin..." A sallow-faced old woman cried out as she knelt beside two corpses covered with white cloth.
The corpse on the left is an old soldier who is over sixty years old, and the corpse on the right is younger, a middle-aged soldier in his thirties or forties.
One was middle-aged and the other was old. The two corpses had vaguely similar faces. They seemed to be father and son.
Most of the soldiers in the city are veterans from the alien war, but naturally there are also new soldiers who have joined the army in the past forty years.
"They say father and son go into battle together. Let you two go into battle together so that you can support each other, not go out together..." The old woman cried in the wind.
"My son, in the past thirty years of your life, you have been born and raised in this city. You have never seen the scenery outside this desert. Why did you leave..."
"Old man, why don't you die soon, but you want to lead my son to death, making him miss Great Yan, who has never seen him in this life, and take your place on the battlefield..."
"After guarding the city for forty years, the former one hundred thousand troops died and became three hundred old soldiers. Where has the great inflammation in your mouth been in the past forty years?"
"Defend the city? Defend the shitty city!"
"What's the use of righteousness and loyalty? It's just to impress yourself! 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.
It was normal for soldiers to die in battle in this city, but every time he saw such scenes of life and death, he still felt sad in his heart.
But at this time, the old woman saw Lu Yanbei coming over. She got up with the strength from nowhere and grabbed Lu Yanbei's clothes.
"Mr. Lu, you are from outside Jiuzhou, please say something." The old woman cried:
"Why are you keeping silent about the situation outside? What is the situation in Kyushu now?"
"Is the sacrifice of my old man and my son meaningful?"
Over the years, it is not that there are no outside warriors who have entered this isolated city like trees, but the number is very small.
After hearing about the military and civilian deeds in this city, a few outside warriors, including Lu Yanbei, unanimously made the same decision.
He kept silent about the affairs between the Great Yan court and foreigners.
Lu Yanbei was grabbed by the lapel of his clothes by the old woman, but still kept his mouth tightly closed.
The old woman was tired of crying at this time and just shook her head:
"I understand. In fact, no one is stupid."
She knelt on the ground, closed the eyes of the veteran's corpse, and said with a sad smile on her face:
"In the past, one hundred thousand soldiers lived up to Dayan and sacrificed their lives to fight for the country's calamity without bowing to strangers. However, Dayan failed to live up to the remnants of the army who defended this city!"
Lu Yanbei was about to speak but stopped.
What else could he say?
In fact, the situation in Kyushu outside is many times worse than this old woman imagined!
There was actually no complicated reason why he didn't speak, it was just that he couldn't bear it.
What is even more tragic than "We are about to fight to the death, why did Your Majesty surrender first?" is that this lone army has been fighting to the death for forty years, while the Great Yan court behind them has been kneeling for forty years!
"Kyushu outside is already rotten!"
"The one hundred thousand elites who died tragically in the Alien War are already the last backbone of the Kyushu human race. Since then, the backbone of warriors has been shattered, the bones of literati have been broken, and chivalry has become a legacy!"
"The Taoist temples of the Nine Immortal Sects have been opened in almost all major cities in Kyushu!"
"And now the people of Kyushu have regarded the Immortal Sect as the true immortal on the shrine to worship. Even the people in remote small towns don't know what a 'foreigner' is."
"It's not just this remnant army or this lonely city that has been forgotten by the world. If it takes a few more decades, the people of Kyushu will probably forget about the 'Alien War'."
How could Lu Yanbei say these words?
He preferred to keep his mouth shut.
If the truth is exposed, countless people in this isolated city will feel despair and completely lose their fighting spirit.
So he prefers not to say anything, even though silence itself is an attitude.
For a long time, Lu Yanbei could only console him:
"This desert has been isolated from the outside world for many years. The alien formations are not something ordinary people can cross."
"It's not that Da Yan outside doesn't want to come to help, it's just that he doesn't know..."
As he said these words, he felt a little worried.
As far as Lu Yanbei knew, no one in the outside world knew that there were still remnants of troops holding on to this isolated city. He was not lying about this.
But...what if I know?
If Emperor Yonghe knew, would he really risk the pressure from the Immortal Sect and send an army to help?
What this old woman said was actually correct in Lu Yanbei's opinion.
Lu Yanbei said silently in his heart:
"One hundred thousand soldiers have not failed Great Yan, and they have held fast to the territory of Gucheng until now. It is the Imperial Court of Great Yan that failed you!"
The cries gradually became lower, their tears had dried up, and there was only sadness in their hearts.
Lu Yanbei walked a few steps away with heavy steps to ask the old soldiers carrying the corpses about the specifics of this battle.
"Thirteen people were killed in the battle, and there are still more than 300 remaining soldiers... How long can this city be defended?" He couldn't help but ask.
But no one answered the old soldiers.
Everyone knows that this lonely city is destined to fall, and even when it falls does not depend on them, but on the mood of the stranger.
How long can three hundred old soldiers hold out now? One year? Half a year? Or maybe January?
When strangers attack an isolated city, it's like God's rain, which is irregular, sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy, with no fixed pattern.
Today there are paper soldiers, but tomorrow they can be scattered beans and become soldiers, driving beasts into the city. The immortal sect's methods are endless and difficult to predict.
No one has any idea.
At this time, there was a sudden noise in the distance from the city gate tower. Many people were noisy and didn't know what they were talking about, which made Lu Yanbei and others subconsciously follow the sound.
The sound of the trumpet sounded from the direction of the city gate tower.
It's just that this time the horn sound is no longer as low as before, but instead carries 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 residents who have taken refuge can return...but it seems to be more than that?
Everyone was confused.
A yellow-faced child trotted over from the direction of the city gate tower, grinning from ear to ear:
"A person from the outside came to the city gate!"
Everyone on the street was shocked, but only slightly.
A single warrior cannot change the overall situation and cannot save this city.
Even the top first-grade warriors would not be able to lead them to escape from this desert blocked by the Immortal Sect.
"People from the outside world? Are they martial arts warriors from outside? Is it another one who was deceived by Dao Dao Sect disciples?" Lu Yanbei sighed in his heart.
I hope that the people who come this time will have higher martial arts skills, so that maybe a few fewer people will die in this city.
"He said he was not a martial artist... He said he was a soldier, a soldier of Dayan!" the child shouted.
As soon as these words came out, Lu Yanbei and others were all stunned.
The old woman who had just cried so hard that her voice was almost hoarse was also stunned, and her heart was filled with complicated thoughts.
"Great Yan's soldiers are coming outside? How many are there? Are there reinforcements at last?" She asked questions one after another like a barrage of questions, grabbing the child who was trotting over and refusing to let him go.
"One...two people."
Everyone's newly heightened emotions were suddenly poured a bucket of cold water on them.
Only the one-legged old soldier suddenly remembered something. His hand holding the walking stick suddenly trembled slightly, and he asked in a trembling voice:
"Only one soldier came? Is his surname Wu? Is General Wu back?"
One person cannot change the overall situation.
But if that military general returns, the situation may be different.
The former military general was a man of his word in the army. If he did not appear, it meant that he was not sure.
If he comes back, it means he has the consciousness to turn things around.
The child was frightened by the excited reaction of the one-legged old soldier. He pursed his lips several times and was speechless for a moment.
And at this time.
An old voice came from far away.
"My surname is Joe."
An old man with white hair and a spear in his hand walked slowly from the other end of the street, surrounded by Captain Hai and other veterans behind him.
The old man's face was covered with wrinkles, and he was older than the old soldiers in this city, but his eyes were bright and firm, without the turbidity of ordinary old people.
"My name is Qiao Shuangsen, and I am the commander of ten thousand men in the Great Flame Fighting Immortal Army."
"Great Yan has not forgotten you... All the sacrifices and perseverance of this lonely city in the past forty years will be spread throughout Jiuzhou."
"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 there are thousands of men behind me!"
Chapter 182: Holding back tears, he asked the messenger when the six armies would come
Street at the city gate.
Qiao Mu held a spear in his hand, and behind him were Hai Siyuan and other veterans. This was Hai Duwei and others endorsing Qiao Mu.
This lonely city is not small, and it was also a big city in Zhongzhou in the past.