Husunadin looked down at Zhang Chang'an, and his eyes finally fell on Saidianchi beside him, and sneered: "Saidianchi, it turns out that you betrayed the true god and the Caliph, you are really hiding deep enough! I will give you a chance and kneel down and surrender immediately. Otherwise, I will make you worse than death!"

Saiyen's face was pale and his whole body was trembling. He looked left and right, his eyes flashed.

"You can't survive, but you can die like a warrior!" Zhang Changan kept staring ahead, but seemed to see Saidian Chi's reaction. He knew the other party's thoughts and said coldly without looking back.

He calculated that he had only four moves to use. Based on the positioning of the more than 300 great food monks in front of him, he could kill 10%, including two real people.

One percent of the monks and two real people, this will be the last achievement that Zhang Changan can kill for the Tang Dynasty.

A breeze blew, whispering his robe. He didn't wait for Husunadin to say anything. His knees bent slightly, his back feet were pressing heavily on the ground, and he jumped out like a tiger and leopard!

"Those who kill you and others are Zhang Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty!"

When he reported to his family, Zhang Changan looked solemn and almost pious. At the time of his death, he had no fear, but he was just a high-spirited fighting spirit and unyielding will.

He is a warrior of the Tang Dynasty.

With a sword, the sword light was like a slash. Before the front group of big food and Qi training monks had time to react, their bodies were cut off one after another, and huge blood mist exploded.

Behind Zhang Changan, more than 30 Tang Dynasty monks rushed out at the same time. They all tried their best to do nothing to survive. So even though they were exhausted, they were still fierce, with the arc drawn by the long sword sharp and domineering, and the spiritual energy was shaken like a fire cooking oil.

Two priests in the air were like geese, and they swept towards Zhang Chang'an from left to right. Dozens of Qi-training monks on the ground then ran out, roaring and holding swords straight in, with fierce eyes, as if they were about to tear Zhang Chang'an the corpse.

Zhang Changan did not retreat and completely gave up his defense. The second sword slashed vertically, and a priest came close to him, and was slashed from the forehead to the chin and then to the chest by the sword light, which was slashed into a ball of inspiration, and was immediately wiped out.

There was a trance in front of him, and Zhang Changan was dizzy. This was a sign that his strength was not enough. At this moment, he could not even see his opponent. But his movements did not pause at all. He endured the pain of his qi, quickly dodged and moved sideways, and at the same time, he pushed his knife straight.

His shoulders were so painful, as if he had been hit by a man bull. Half of his body lost consciousness and turned to the side. Zhang Changan seemed to have expected this a long time ago. He stepped heavily on the ground and stabilized his body. At the same time, a solid sense of touch came from the long sword, as if he had pierced something.

The next moment, Zhang Changan regained his vision. In front of him was a face with twisted facial features and frightened, and blood was gushing out from his mouth. Another great food priest who took action was another big food priest. The knife in Zhang Changan's hand happened to penetrate the other party's chest, before the other party wanted to slash him.

The knife in the other party's hand was embedded on Zhang Changan's left shoulder, with a very deep entrance, almost cutting off Zhang Changan's arm. Zhang Changan's face was as iron as if he could not feel the pain, so he pushed away the dead priest and drew out the long sword.

At this time, dozens of Qi-training monks had already rushed to him, all of whom were blushing, their eyes were like fire, and their murderous intent was stern.

Zhang Changan only felt that his internal organs were shaking the seas, his body seemed to explode from the inside, and his steps were extremely weak, as if he could even stand firm for a moment.

However, his eyes remained calm.

Because the planned steps have not been completed.

He cut the fourth sword.

He didn't know how this sword was cut, and he shouldn't have the strength. But he knew that he would be able to cut the last sword, even if it was purely based on his will. He knew very well about himself, so this sword made a group of Dashi Qi-training monks who rushed to the front vomit blood and flew backwards.

After this knife, Zhang Changan was weak and could no longer stand.

He suddenly felt a little regretful.

At this time, a wind blade flew over and hit his chest, knocking him out from afar.

The one who took action was Husunadin, who looked low-faced.

He thought Zhang Changan had no strength anymore and did not intend to take action with him, but he did not expect that the other party could kill two priests and twenty or thirty qi-training cultivators, which made him unable to suppress his anger.

When Zhang Changan flew backwards in the morning light, his thoughts were clear and he had no regrets anymore. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the gorgeous sunshine, Zhang Changan saw dozens of Tang monks, some fighting with the Dashi priest in the air like a bird, some falling from the air, some facing each other on the ground, some falling on the ground, some falling on the ground, and they still had to grab the Dashi priest's feet and trip over the other.

As a warrior, he was finally knocked down by the enemy, and his life finally came to an end successfully. No matter where he put it or when he was, it was something to be proud of.

Eight years ago, the imperial court recaptured Hexi, and the monks fought against Tubo. In ten months, the land of the nineteen states turned upside down, opening the curtain for the Tang Dynasty to conquer the rivers and mountains. At that time, Zhang Chang'an was just a teenager from a local family in Jincheng County, but he went to fight and fought with his tribesmen and friends to fight against Tubo's soldiers.

That night, he saw his white-haired grandfather and his old friends fighting bloody battles on the long street, his father who endured humiliation and his powerful enemies died together, and saw the magic light spreading over the night sky when the royal army descended.

From then on, he embarked on an unpredictable journey, participating or witnessing all the major events and wars of the revival of the dynasty and prosperity. He practiced the academy, killed enemies in the northern border, made contributions to the Rong, and was in charge of the grassland, transporting grain from Liaodong...

In this process, his personal life was also full of twists and turns. In the whirlpool of secular, officialdom, morality, fame and fortune, he was once submerged in the abyss of despair and could not see any hope.

In the end, in the critical battle of the dynasty to unify the world, the emperor issued an imperial edict, and he was able to lead the way and enter the hinterland of Dashi. Based on the years of accumulation of the Western Regions Commercial Bank, he did his best to stir up the storm and defeat the enemy's troops, echoing the dynasty's frontal attack, and making unparalleled achievements.

However, there is a price to pay for anything, especially if you don’t make a worldly contribution. In this earth-shaking war, many soldiers are always killed in battle, some of whom are ordinary, and some are amazing. Equality before death is the only true equality that people in the world have.

Now, Zhang Changan has reached the end of his life. When his life experiences formed a series of pictures and flashed through his mind, he suddenly realized that he had only spent more than twenty years.

The wonderful life of ups and downs ends in its prime.

This is the fate of a warrior.

His back fell heavily on the cold mud, and Zhang Changan spat out a mouthful of blood in a confused manner. He had no feeling of his body, but felt that the sunlight in front of him was dazzling, as if he was dancing countless beauty.

"Don't talk nonsense. If the chief heard this, she should cry again!"

Gesang led the flock of sheep and left the tribe for more than ten miles and came to a high grass slope. It is remote and sparsely populated, making it a quiet place. The most rare thing is that from now on, looking west, your vision can extend to the horizon without any obstacles in the middle.

Gesang held a lamb and sat down on the grass slope, staring at the west sky with a blurry and distant look. After a while, she hummed a song with a simple tune but long charm. The clear and loud voice was heard far away, with a little sorrow, and it circled for a long time in the autumn wind.

After singing for a long time, Gesang gently put down the sleeping lamb and took out a booklet from his arms.

This is a collection of poems, which Zhang Changan gave to her, and now it has been turned to the corners. Gesang opened the book and turned to the middle with familiarity. The words on the pages seemed to have magical powers made her clear eyes gradually wet.

She chanted softly.

Every move is repeated, and you are separated from you.

More than ten thousand miles apart, each one is at the end of the sky.

The road is too long, so how can we know when we meet?

The Hu horse relies on the north wind and crosses the southern branches of the bird's nest.

The distance is far away, and the belt is slow.

When she read this, Gesang subconsciously pulled her clothes. Judging from the waist, her clothes were obviously much bigger than before, and she was a little loose, which was evidence that she had lost a lot of weight. She pursed her lips, Gesang continued to read.

The clouds cover the sun, and the wandering sons do not care about it.

I miss you and make you old, but it’s too late.

Abandon donations and don’t say anything again, try to add more meals.

After closing the booklet, Gesang sighed deeply and looked at the flock of sheep under the grass slope. They were looking for grass stems with their heads down and bleated twice from time to time.

She remembered the days when she grazed with Zhang Changan before. Looking back now, the sunshine at that time was always particularly gorgeous. There seemed to be so much grass in the pasture that it could never be eaten. The cattle and sheep would always raise their heads and smile with funny teeth, which made people feel relaxed when they saw it, and they laughed.

But now, these sheep are no longer smiling, and there is no grass in the pasture.

Gesang felt sour and sniffed several times. After putting away the collection of poems, she took out a piece of oil cake from her pocket and started chewing it in small mouthfuls. The poem says that in order to have a good appearance when we meet again tomorrow, we cannot make ourselves lose weight. We have to eat more and raise ourselves beautifully.

When eating oil cakes, a smile appeared on the corner of Gesan's mouth. She liked to fantasize about meeting Zhang Changan again at this time.

It might be a night when the moon was hanging high. I was sleeping soundly. When I woke up by chance, I was 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 roared, and then a heroic iron cavalry emerged from the horizon. The general who led the army was extremely majestic and rode his horse in front of him, raised his high horse's hooves, and then jumped down from the horse's back, holding himself who was already stunned in his arms.

As she thought about it, Gesang giggled. In this moment, she forgot about sorrow and depression, and there was only a bright future in her mind.

She raised her head and the sun had reached the other side at some point. The sun shone directly in front of her, making her eyes blur. At this moment, her eyes suddenly widened because the person she had been thinking about day and night actually appeared in front of her.

She jumped up in surprise and opened her arms to hug her.

She lost in vain.

There was no one in front of me.

Just now, it was just an illusion outlined in my mind.

Gesan kept hugging and stood there.

Her tears burst out from her eyes.

Her heart suddenly hurt a lot.

It was like being grabbed and crushed by something, or it was like being penetrated by a sharp arrow. What followed was a deep loss, as if you had lost the most important thing, as if the whole world had left you.

Gesang fell to the ground, and tears as big as beans fell on the white hair of the lamb.

Just now, she seemed to have no idea that Zhang Changan was gone.

It turns out that the laces are slow and the days are not hard, and the years are no longer terrible. What is really hopeless is that those who have been waiting for a long time will never come back.
Chapter completed!