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Go Against the Pulse First
Xianxia逆脉为先
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Anxi Month
History安西月
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In the fourteenth year of Tianbao, the Anshi Rebellion suddenly swept across the Tang Dynasty, and the prosperous era suddenly collapsed. The Hexi Corridor was cut off by the Tibetan cavalry, and the four towns of Anxi in the Western Region were instantly reduced to isolated enclaves thousands of miles away, cut off from the Central Plains for nearly 20 years. No one knew that the flag of the Tang Dynasty was still flying stubbornly in that land swallowed by the wind and sand. The garrison soldier Chen Ce was originally a son of a peasant family in Guanzhong. During the troubled times, he joined the army and became a member of the Anxi Army. He personally witnessed the bloody defense at the head of Kucha City, witnessed his comrades fall in the fierce attack of the Tibetans, and witnessed the former elites using their flesh and blood to build the last barrier of the Tang Dynasty in the desperate situation of lack of food and aid. When the secret order from the Protectorate was delivered, he resolutely accepted the order and led twenty elite soldiers, carrying the hope of tens of thousands of lone soldiers, to embark on the road to seek help across the "Sea of Death". From Qiuci to Chang'an, the bones are buried in the yellow sand of the Gobi for nine thousand miles, the horse thieves robbed the road in the Black Wind Valley, the wind and snow in the Qilian Mountains, and the Tibetan patrols pursued them day and night. Every step stepped on the boundary between life and death. They drank snow water and ate coarse grains. They were dressed in ragged clothes but had faith as strong as steel, just to bring the message that "Anxi is still there" back to Chang'an. At this time, in the Tang Dynasty, there were separatist vassal towns, exclusive power of eunuchs, and powerful enemies outside, and it was no longer possible to look westward. Is this lonely journey spanning thousands of miles a clarion call to awaken the motherland, or is it a destined tragic swan song?
In the fourteenth year of Tianbao, the Anshi Rebellion suddenly swept across the Tang Dynasty, and the prosperous era suddenly collapsed. The Hexi Corridor was cut off by the Tibetan cavalry, and the four towns of Anxi in the Western Region were instantly reduced to isolated enclaves thousands of miles away, cut off from the Central Plains for nearly 20 years. No one knew that the flag of the Tang Dynasty was still flying stubbornly in that land swallowed by the wind and sand. The garrison soldier Chen Ce was originally a son of a peasant family in Guanzhong. During the troubled times, he joined the army and became a member of the Anxi Army. He personally witnessed the bloody defense at the head of Kucha City, witnessed his comrades fall in the fierce attack of the Tibetans, and witnessed the former elites using their flesh and blood to build the last barrier of the Tang Dynasty in the desperate situation of lack of food and aid. When the secret order from the Protectorate was delivered, he resolutely accepted the order and led twenty elite soldiers, carrying the hope of tens of thousands of lone soldiers, to embark on the road to seek help across the "Sea of Death". From Qiuci to Chang'an, the bones are buried in the yellow sand of the Gobi for nine thousand miles, the horse thieves robbed the road in the Black Wind Valley, the wind and snow in the Qilian Mountains, and the Tibetan patrols pursued them day and night. Every step stepped on the boundary between life and death. They drank snow water and ate coarse grains. They were dressed in ragged clothes but had faith as strong as steel, just to bring the message that "Anxi is still there" back to Chang'an. At this time, in the Tang Dynasty, there were separatist vassal towns, exclusive power of eunuchs, and powerful enemies outside, and it was no longer possible to look westward. Is this lonely journey spanning thousands of miles a clarion call to awaken the motherland, or is it a destined tragic swan song?