Great Tang: Ten Thousand Nations Pay Homage, but One Nation Stands Supreme

After a mysterious meteor fell, spiritual qi revival began. Heaven favored the Wolf Court, the barbarians rose, and Huaxia declined. The mighty Tang Dynasty of old had its wings clipped and could only hole up in the Central Plains, barely clinging to life.

Yet deep in the Western Regions' desert sands, lands long lost by the Tang Dynasty, a lone city still stood. Sixty years later, it still belonged to humanity, to Huaxia.

For sixty years, the barbarians had surrounded it on every side, cutting it off from the Central Plains and the Tang Dynasty.

In such a desperate situation, the soldiers of the city, from their youth through middle age and on into their white-haired years, never surrendered and were never captured.

Because this was Huaxia's territory, and they would not give it up, even in death!

Until every white-haired soldier in the city had fallen in battle, leaving behind the women and children and the last soldier, Luo Yang, standing alone amid six thousand miles of desert, awaiting the fate that was theirs.

At last, news delayed by sixty years reached the Central Plains and the divine capital, Luoyang.

"There are still human lands in the Western Regions! Huaxia still has a territory there, and the last Dingxi Army is still defending Huaxia's borders!"

The Central Plains erupted. The whole land wept!

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This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.