Guiyi Fei Tang

Chapter 1: Guasha Returns
In the afternoon, the sandstorm blew from the northwest, making people's faces hurt.

At the foot of the Qilian Mountains, a group of pitch-black crows stood on a dead branch. Reflected in their dark eyes was a grassland filled with human figures.

A skirmish had taken place here, and the blood that had not yet dried on the ground indicated that the battle had not been over for long.

They were all soldiers in armor, nothing had changed, and it seemed that no one had survived.

The figures did not move for a long time, letting the blood flow out, but the few horses that survived did not leave, as if they were wondering how long their comrades would have to lie on the ground.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

As time passed, a young man with ragged clothes and messy hair climbed up from the bottom of the slope not far away.

When he saw the corpse not far away, his eyes, which were originally gasping for breath, immediately widened as if they were glowing.

"Hehe... I'm rich! I'm rich!" Looking at the corpses on the ground, the young man ran over immediately.

Although excited, he remained alert.

After arriving at the pile of corpses, he first picked up a long knife from the ground, and then began to turn over the corpses with the knife.

For him, armor and weapons are nothing he cares about.

All he cared about was the food and money hanging from the waists of these corpses.

He was a little clumsy in turning over the bodies with a knife, but the supplies were plentiful...

As the sun gradually set, the originally dim Gobi Desert began to dim, but the young man still held a Hu pancake in his mouth, and kept searching among the corpses with his hands, but he even threw the knife aside and lost his guard.

On his back, the bag was bulging with food and money found among the corpses.

Feeling the pressure on his back, his hands searched for things even faster.

However, just as he was turning over a corpse, the corpse suddenly moved, grabbed the young man's hand, and pressed him to the ground before the young man could react.

"Grandpa, please spare me! Grandpa, please spare me!!"

The young man's pleas for mercy were basically wails, and he even became incontinent due to fear.

"Tang people?" Hearing the young man's words, the man who was holding him was stunned for a moment, and then slowly let go of his hand.

When the young man saw the man let go, he immediately knelt on the ground and clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "I am so blind that I have offended my master. I beg you to let me go..."

"Who are you? Have you seen my army arriving..." Hearing the man's voice, the bloody man breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his guard a little.

"Tang... Tang Yin..." The young man was stunned for a moment before he realized that the man in the armor of a foreign soldier in front of him was talking about Tang Yin.

"I am from the Tang Dynasty, so I speak Tang dialect... Help me take off my armor..."

The person in front of him spoke with difficulty, and then began to take off his armor, and the young man hurriedly came up to help him take off his armor.

It was at this time that the young man began to pay attention to the battlefield.

He had been busy picking up things before, but only now did he realize that there were probably more than forty corpses on the battlefield.

Since this group of people were all wearing foreign armor, the young man initially thought that there was a conflict between the foreign soldiers from Suzhou and the Long family (the remnants of Yanqi) outside the city.

Now if you look closely, you can see that the flags lying on the ground are divided into two groups.

"hiss……"

When the armor was removed, the blood and dirt on the soldiers' bodies were exposed.

The young man took out a water bag and poured water for the soldiers. Soon the blood and dirt were washed away, and finally more than a dozen wounds of varying sizes were exposed.

Some of these wounds were stab wounds, while others were internal injuries caused by blunt force trauma.

Seeing such injuries, the young man couldn't help but gasp.

"It's really a blessing that this man who said Tang Yin can survive until now..."

"Boil some water and cook some cloth, and help me apply the medicine..." As he said that, the soldier stood up, and the young man then realized that the soldier was very tall, at least six feet tall, a whole head taller than him.

In order to save his life, the young man slowly helped the soldier apply the medicine. Only then did he dare to ask, "My humble name is Zhang Xiaoliu. May I ask what your name is, sir?"

"Shazhou Army... Liu Jilong..."

Liu Jilong spoke calmly, but Zhang Xiaoliu's hand suddenly trembled.

"Shazhou Army?"

Zhang Xiaoliu had never heard of this group of people, and he couldn't help feeling uneasy.

"The soldiers and civilians of Shazhou followed Governor Zhang in the uprising. Now they have recovered Guazhou and are heading towards Suzhou. I am the Tanmatang Rider who is the vanguard of the army."

After applying the medicine, Liu Jilong felt much more energetic. He did not hide anything and told everything truthfully.

After all, the army is about to arrive, so there is no need to hide.

"Guasha...has been liberated?"

Zhang Xiaoliu was in a trance. After he came to his senses, he danced like crazy: "Guasha is recovered! Guasha is recovered! Hahahaha... Guasha is recovered!"

"Calm down!" Liu Jilong held down Zhang Xiaoliu, who was almost going insane, and asked:

"I'm going back to the army to bring back the military situation. Where are you from? Do you know the situation in Gansu and Suzhou?!"

"I know! I know!" Zhang Xiaoliu nodded quickly, then immediately took a step back and bowed respectfully:
"Zhang Chang, a Tang man from Jiuquan, Suzhou, greets the general!"

He performed this salute respectfully, and before Liu Jilong could ask any more questions, he took the initiative to explain:
"I was born as a slave who escaped from Jiuquan under the rule of the barbarians. Suzhou has two cities, Jiuquan and Fulu. I don't know how many barbarian soldiers there are in Fulu, but there are only six or seven hundred in Jiuquan, and there are more than a thousand Han and barbarian households and more than five thousand people in the city."

"If Governor Zhang leads his troops here, the Han and Hu people in the city will surely respond!"

Zhang Chang revealed his real name and told the whole story of Jiuquan.

Upon hearing that there were only six or seven hundred foreign soldiers in Jiuquan, Liu Jilong breathed a sigh of relief, then looked around at the corpses scattered all over the ground.

"So, these thirty-odd cavalrymen are probably all the cavalrymen they can place in the west."

"I don't know this, but if the general wants to recapture Jiuquan, I am willing to be his vanguard!" Zhang Chang bowed quickly.

Liu Jilong nodded when he heard this, looked up at the sky, estimated the time he had been unconscious, and then said:
"Fighting is our job. Just focus on applying the medicine for me. I think it will take at most half an hour before we can meet the rest of the Tangqi sent by Governor Zhang."

"Okay!" Zhang Chang nodded quickly. Although he was disheveled at the moment, when he heard that the Guasha Han people had risen up and were trying to retake Suzhou, his eyes were no longer filled with fear and anxiety, but instead were filled with hope...

He followed Liu Jilong's instructions, boiled water and cloth for him, collected weapons, armor and herbs, and then volunteered to dig a hole under the tree to bury the remaining Tangqi of the Shazhou Army who died in the battle.

As for the corpses of the foreign soldiers, they were not within his consideration.

Looking at his energetic back, Liu Jilong, wrapped in herbs and bandages, let out a long sigh and looked up at the dusk in the distance.

"My wish to defend my country in my previous life has come true in this life..."

As Liu Jilong sighed, smoke and dust gradually appeared on the western horizon. It was the smoke and dust brought by the Tangqi Operation.

They were running towards Liu Jilong, apparently having judged from the smoke that there were people there.

As they gradually approached, Zhang Chang, who was digging a hole, also saw their running figures.

Excited Zhang Chang grasped the Sanchen flag that he had never recognized before, and his thin figure kept waving the Sanchen flag in the setting sun.

"Here! Here!"

He shouted, and unknowingly began to cry.

After so many years, since he was born and knew the outside world, he finally saw the Tang people's own army.

From today on, he is no longer the "dog slave" in the eyes of the foreign soldiers, but a Tang person who can truly stand up straight...

(End of this chapter)