Lu Changsheng sat on the ground, gasping for air.
The ground was covered with corpses, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell of blood.
The wounds on his body were still bleeding, but because he was wearing black clothes, the blood blended into it and could not be distinguished.
The smell of blood became stronger and stronger.
Lu Changsheng has become accustomed to this kind of breath, as if this kind of breath can make him feel comfortable.
It even made him a little obsessed.
This feeling is terrible.
Who likes the taste of blood?
Who would be addicted to the smell of blood?
If you continue like this, you will become obsessed.
Perhaps, in the past six years, he has become obsessed with it.
Lu Changsheng shook his head to wake himself up a little.
Looking around, I found that not all the invading enemies had been killed, but a lot of them had escaped.
These people completely lost their fighting spirit when they saw their leader, Wang Lin, being killed.
Wang Lin, who had the highest martial arts skills, could not block Lu Changsheng's sword.
Moreover, Lu Changsheng's sword actually killed hundreds of people!
Just one knife!
Facing the crazy Lu Changsheng, they had only one thought in their minds, and that was to escape.
The further away you can get, the better.
Stay away from this murderous maniac, stay away from this Shura hell.
Just run away, there's no way to kill all the enemies.
Moreover, now I am no longer able to wield that fatal knife.
Lu Changsheng inserted the dark sword into the ground, and the bloody aura seemed to come to life, gathering towards the sword.
Convergence, fusion.
The blade of the broadsword became darker and darker, as if endless innocent souls were being swallowed.
Lu Changsheng took a deep breath and grabbed the gun head on his chest.
"ah!"
Lu Changsheng couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar.
The gun head was pulled out and blood spurted out.
Lu Changsheng threw the gun tip to the ground and gasped for air.
The pain made him clench his fists.
The bleeding made him feel that life was constantly passing away.
Fortunately, with that special ability, the killing becomes even stronger!
The energy gathered from hundreds of lives allowed his body to withstand the loss of life caused by the injury.
One waxes and wanes, and he survives again.
To live is to have new hope.
Just like the children in Liyang City are slowly growing up.
If there are people, there is hope.
Lu Changsheng said to the child who had been standing watching from a distance, "Tiedan, give this gun tip to your grandpa, don't you like knives? Ask him to make you a knife suitable for you."
Tiedan is ten years old and a native of Liyang City.
My father died on the battlefield, and my mother was so sad that she also passed away within two years.
He lived with his grandfather who was a blacksmith.
Tiedan bent down to grab the gun tip, and found that the gun tip was very heavy, so he picked it up with both hands and wiped the blood on the gun tip with his clothes without saying a word.
Lu Changsheng said softly, "This is a fine piece of iron. If there is any extra iron, ask your grandfather to make you two more daggers to defend yourself."
Tiedan nodded, took two steps with the gun in his hand, then turned around, his eyes as wide as bells, "You're not going to die, are you?"
Lu Changsheng looked at the wound on his chest and saw that the blood flow had slowly become smaller. He waved his hand and said, "You can't die."
After a pause, Lu Changsheng looked at Tiedan and asked, "What are you going to do if I die?"
Tiedan hugged the gun tightly and said sternly, "I will pick up the knife and fight them with all my might, just like you."
Lu Changsheng was slightly startled, "How can you kill someone at such a young age?"
Tiedan seemed to be stimulated, "There was a man who was still alive just now, so I smashed his head with a stone."
"I can do it. I am already ten years old and I am a man. I heard from grandpa that you started killing Beimang barbarians and protecting us when you were ten years old."
"Grandpa also said that a man must protect Liyang City and everyone like you!"
Lu Changsheng's heart trembled. He did not expect Tiedan to say such words, and he did not expect that the usually silent old blacksmith would say such words to his grandson.
Like his grandfather, Tiedan is a child who doesn't talk much and is not as lively and innocent as Liu'er.
This child seemed a little taciturn and more composed.
And Lu Changsheng has gone through so many years, either killing or waiting to be killed, and his words have become less and less.
Most of the time, he sat on top of the city, watching the sun rise in the east, and watching the moon climbing up the branches filled with silver light.
He often sat for a long time, looking east, expecting that familiar banner of the Han Dynasty to lead the reinforcements of the Han Dynasty over in a mighty manner.
However, no matter how long it takes, he will always be left with an empty road and only disappointment.
He didn't understand that Liyang City hadn't been captured yet, and there were still people holding on with the people, so why the Han royal family didn't send troops to support it.
He didn't understand why Liusha County fell into the hands of Beimang, but the Han court could turn a blind eye.
What he didn't even understand was that King Wu died in Liusha County, but no one from the imperial court or the royal family came over.
Wherever the sun and moon shine, and wherever rivers reach, it is all Han land!
Why do the Han people ignore the people in Han Dynasty?
Has it been forgotten?
Could it be that he was abandoned?
Lu Changsheng said softly, "Tiedan, you are still young. When you grow up, you can pick up swords and guns to protect Liyang City."
Tiedan looked at the broadsword beside Lu Changsheng, "Can you teach me the swordsmanship? It's the kind of swordsmanship that could kill many people with just one sword."
"When I master it, I can help you kill enemies together."
Lu Changsheng shook his head, "My sword skills are not suitable for you to practice."
Tie Dan had a look of disappointment in his eyes and said nothing.
Six years of suffering have made this boy understand that there is no point in talking too much.
Since you have been rejected, there is no reason to beg shamelessly.
Lu Changsheng looked at Tiedan, thought for a while and said, "My sword skills are too bloody and too violent. Your body has not yet grown up, and it is easy to damage your bones."
"I have a set of boxing techniques, Taizu Changquan, which is commonly used in the army. Come to the city when you are free, and I will teach you."
Tiedan's eyes suddenly became brighter, he nodded heavily, and ran home with the gun in his arms.
He is still a child!
I haven't read a book, I haven't been able to act like a spoiled child in my parents' arms, but I only think about how to fill my stomach and how to kill enemies.
There are not many children in Liyang City.
Counting no more than thirty.
Because most of the young people in the city died on the battlefield.
Young children have not yet grown up, and old people are already waiting for death.
There will only be fewer and fewer people.
Maybe one day, Liyang City will really become an empty city!
"Immortality!"
An old voice sounded behind him.
Lu Changsheng looked back and saw an old man with all white beard and hair walking towards him tremblingly on crutches, supported by an equally old mother-in-law.
"Mr. Liu!"
"Grandma Liu!"
The visitors are Mr. Liu from Liyang City and his wife, Granny Liu.
The two of them have lived in Liyang City all their lives and were originally wealthy families in the city.
Mr. Liu's son has mediocre qualifications, but his grandson is quite promising. He once served as the county magistrate of Liyang City. He was quite diligent and did some practical things for the people, so he had a good reputation.
If nothing else happens, there is still a lot of room for growth in the future.
It's just that fighting is the most ruthless.
The originally big family ended up with only two old people, Mr. Liu and Granny Liu. Waiting for the last moment to come, the Liu family disappeared completely.
Mr. Liu walked up to Lu Changsheng, looked at the scars all over his body, and said with trembling lips, "Changsheng, let's go!"
Lu Changsheng looked at Mr. Liu blankly, "Leave?"
"Where can I go?"
Mr. Liu excitedly raised his crutch and pointed to the east, "Go to the east, to Chang'an."
Granny Liu quickly supported Mr. Liu to prevent him from falling to the ground due to excessive excitement.
Lu Changsheng said, "I'm leaving, what will you do?"
"What should we do with the people in Liyang City?"
There were tears in the corners of Granny Liu's eyes, "Child, we are all half-body people buried in the ground. If we die, we will die."
"You are still young and have good skills. You should not wait to die with us here."
Mr. Liu's beard kept trembling, "There are more and more of them, dozens, hundreds, thousands, and maybe tens of thousands in the future."
"One day, you won't be able to stop me. Don't die here in vain."
"Go to Chang'an and tell the officials in the capital about the expeditionary force. Tell the high-ranking royal family that there is still one person alive in the expeditionary force. He has guarded the isolated city of Liyang for six years."
"Let all the people of the Han Dynasty know that the expeditionary army did not surrender, the people of Liyang City did not surrender, and the people of the Han Dynasty will never surrender!"
Seeing Mr. Liu's excited expression, Lu Changsheng's heart ached.
Great Han people, never surrender!
To this day, the people of Liyang City are still proud of the Han people.
Because the blood of the Chinese nation flows in their bones and their civilization has been passed down for thousands of years, they are not allowed to bow or surrender to the barbarians.
Lu Changsheng shook his head, "I can't leave."
"If I leave, Liyang City will be massacred by Beimang people immediately, and everyone will die."
"At that time, I will be the only one alive, and all the memories, all the hard work, and all the hard work will disappear."
Granny Liu finally couldn't help it and cried loudly, "You silly child, why are you so stubborn?"
"You just followed King Wu here, and you are not from Liyang City. King Wu is dead and the expeditionary force is gone. What are you still holding on to?"
Lu Changsheng grabbed the handle of the knife, stood up with difficulty, pointed to the big flag at the top of the city, and said loudly, "The Han army flag is still there, and I am still alive, so the expeditionary army has not been destroyed."
"As long as I am still breathing, I will not watch the Beimang barbarians step half a step into Liyang City with their iron hooves. I cannot watch them raise their butcher knives to kill our Han people."
"Every inch of mountains and rivers, every inch of blood, will last until death!"
At some point, there were people standing behind Mr. Liu and Granny Liu.
There was a lame Li with missing legs, an old man with one eye, a widow, and children.
They were wearing patchwork clothes and ill-fitting shoes, and they looked disheveled.
But their eyes were firm, and some of them had tears in their eyes.
If they were in other cities, they might have become souls killed by the sword, or become inferior pariahs and slaves.
But now, they are still alive and can still live upright in Liyang City.
All this happened because this young man named Lu Changsheng refused to leave.
Because this last expeditionary force is still holding on.
Perhaps, what he insisted on was not King Wu's words, because King Wu had passed away long ago.
Perhaps, what he is holding on to is not just a single human life, but hundreds or even thousands of dead souls under his command.
What he sticks to is the belief in his heart, what he sticks to is the inheritance of the Han Dynasty, and what he sticks to is the spirit of the Chinese nation.
Mr. Liu saw Lu Changsheng's perseverance and determination, and said to Granny Liu, "Let's go, this child has made up his mind, we can't change him."
"A stubborn person like him will not change his mind easily."
"Everyone, please leave, do what you need to do, and let Chang Sheng rest and recuperate."
Zhong Shan, the only one-eyed doctor in the city, took a look at Lu Changsheng's wound and felt that it could not be cured by himself, so he said to Mr. Liu, "There are a few horses over there, three of them are dead and two of them are not yet alive." It's dead, but it can't be saved. Only one horse is healthy, what should I do with it?"
Mr. Liu looked back at Lu Changsheng, thought for a moment and said, "For those who are dead or about to expire, ask Butcher Zhang and his men to kill all the horses and share the meat with everyone. Those children are pitiful. They have not been able to live for many days." After eating meat, it’s time to make up for the skinny skin and bones.”
"Leave the remaining horse to Wang Dachui. He has raised horses in the Yamen before and has experience. This horse may be useful in the future!"
"I just don't know if this horse will know the way to Chang'an when the day comes!"
