The World of Yellow Sky

That Yinglangwei Qianhu paused for a moment, then continued.

"Mr. Zhang, do you want to take a look at Chang'an City from a distance? If you want to see it again in the future, I'm afraid you will have to make a special trip out of the city."

"There is a small mound not far ahead, and a gazebo is built on it, which is a good place to look into the distance."

Zhang Zhongjing originally wanted to say no, but Hua Tuo interrupted him.

"Just stop for a while, my old bones are not light, so it's good to have a rest."

In fact, Zhang Zhongjing also wanted to take a look, but he didn't want to delay the trip and trouble others too much. After all, the journey was tiring, and everyone just wanted to go back to their hometown after seeing Chang'an.

But since Hua Tuo spoke, he also relieved his worries.

Not long after, the carriage stopped slowly, and Zhang Zhongjing knew that he had probably already climbed the mound.

The door of the carriage was slowly opened by a Tiqi of the Eagle Wolf Guard, and Hua Tuo stepped out of the carriage first.

"The outside of the carriage should be comfortable. Although the carriage is large, it always feels a little cramped."

With his hands behind his back, Hua Tuo stretched his muscles and bones.

"And most importantly, it doesn't have to be so hard."

Hua Tuo glanced at the eagle wolf guards standing aside and sighed.

"It's such a long journey, I really don't know how you persisted."

Riding on a horse, within a few days, the legs will be worn out with blood, and the pain is unbearable.

Only those knights who are used to riding horses and have good riding skills can avoid injuries.

"Those soldiers and sharp fighters..."

Hua Tuo shook his head. He has been practicing Wu Qin Xi and is physically strong, but he still admires the soldiers and sharp fighters in the Ming army.

God knows how they walked nearly a hundred miles with their feet in one day, and even marched for a long time, and they were able to go into battle immediately.

When he was young, he traveled many roads as a wandering doctor to see and treat people, and only then did he realize how difficult the journey was.

Marching and fighting is more difficult than ordinary walking. After all, it is not enough to just go to that place. There are still many dangers and difficulties to overcome along the way.

Those soldiers wearing yellow scarves, they were born in poverty, they are tenacious and unwavering, perhaps because they are living in unimaginable suffering, so they can also endure the unbearable pain of ordinary people .

Zhang Zhongjing tidied up his clothes, half stood up, bowed his body and walked out of the carriage slowly.

His gaze followed the crowd to the north.

As soon as Zhang Zhongjing's gaze was set to the north, his figure was fixed in place the next moment, and his head did not continue to turn. His eyes were staring blankly at the scene ahead, and his eyes were fixed on In place, without any movement at all.

Time seemed to have frozen on Zhang Zhongjing's body, and he couldn't use any words to describe his current thoughts.

Exhausting any words of praise, it is impossible to describe this giant city lying on the plain.

At a glance, the walls of Chang'an City, like the Great Wall, almost obscured his entire career.

Just ahead, just in the distance, just at the end of the green brick road, the boulevard, a huge city lay across it.

The huge city, just the outermost city wall, is hard to see at a glance.

Although the distance is far away, Zhang Zhongjing felt grandeur after just one glance, as if his heart had been hit violently.

Countless ochre-yellow banners fluttered on it, and countless prayer flags fluttered on the city wall, looking mighty and sacred.

It's no wonder that Zhang Zhongjing was shocked by the sight of Chang'an City, and even forgot to walk.

He had never seen such a magnificent and huge city, and the area of ​​this city exceeded all the cities he had seen.

But the city wall of the outer city can barely see the border. From here, you can only see the city wall of the outer city and the layout of the city like a chessboard.

"This……"

"Is it a city?"

It took half a minute before Zhang Zhongjing was completely relieved.

It's not that he hasn't been to Dacheng, he also went to Xiangyang when he was studying.

Xiangyang is the largest city in Jingzhou, but if you compare Xiangyang with Chang'an, even if you add the moat, it will definitely not be as big as the Chang'an city in front of him.

"Nature is a city."

Hua Tuo stroked the beard on his chin with a smug smile on his face.

Although it's a bit of a bad taste, he just likes to see people who have never seen Chang'an City, showing surprised expressions.

"Brother, why don't you guess how long the four walls of Chang'an City are?"

"How long is it in total..."

Looking at the endless walls of Chang'an City, Zhang Zhongjing smiled wryly and shook his head.

"How can you guess..."

"This Chang'an city was built under the supervision of Lord Yan, and the first city in the world that Daojun personally participated in designing. It is also the capital of my Ming dynasty."

"The outer city of Chang'an City has a circumference of 99 miles and can accommodate a million people!"

Hua Tuo held his head high and said proudly.

Nine is the extreme number, the number of "Zhi Yang", and the largest number, so the capital city was built, and the outer city was built for a total of 99 miles, taking the meaning of "Zhi" and "Zhi Yang" to shock the world.

However, these 99 miles are naturally Hanli, not later generations. However, 99 Hanli is converted into kilometers for later generations, and it is also 41 kilometers, which is about 5000 meters longer than the perimeter of Chang'an City in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. .

However, the current number of people is not a million, and many places are not fully built and are still under construction.

However, many places have been left in advance, and these places will be built one by one.

"There are [-] folk squares in the inner city. The city is divided into east and west. There are eight avenues running north-south and fourteen avenues running east-west."

"In addition to folk workshops and markets, there are also learning workshops, workshops, commercial workshops, and medical workshops in the city..."

"Let me tell you, these are very troublesome. When you enter the city and see for yourself, you will know exactly what it is."

The learning workshops, workshops, and commercial workshops that Hua Tuo mentioned are the reasons why the Chang'an City, which is currently under construction, is bigger than the Chang'an City in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty.

He didn't continue to explain, because the current Zhang Zhongjing had completely fallen into the shock of seeing Chang'an City for the first time.

Chapter 912 The Silver Candle Facing the Sky, Zi Mochang

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The low and desolate sound of the horn broke the silent night sky.

In the army tent, Xu An stood in the tent with his arms outstretched, and two Tengxiang guards were helping him put on the armor.

It takes a certain amount of time to wear ordinary armored stomachs, not to mention this kind of armored stomach used as a dress.

In order to show the majesty, the ritual armor is extremely cumbersome in many places, and it takes a lot of time to put it on alone, and it usually requires the help of others to put it on completely.

Xu An was in the military tent, and he also heard the sound of the horn.

"Winter!" "Winter!" "Winter!"

As soon as the sound of the horn stopped, the high-spirited army drums were heard outside the tent, which was the sound of the drums gathering soldiers.

Get up number, gather soldiers drum.

Hearing the trumpet, the drums sounded and the soldiers gathered.

The continuous sound of footsteps and passwords came from all around.

The drums sounded twice, and the footsteps around became more and more urgent.

"call----"

Xu An regained his composure and exhaled a foul breath.

The armor has been put on, and the two soldiers who helped him put on the armor retreated to the rear.

The ritual armor he is wearing now is generally very light, but it is quite gorgeously decorated. Many places are inlaid with gold edges, and each piece of armor has also been processed in detail.

This piece of armor is used as a special armor for guards of honor, not armor for battle formations.

It is the armor of the battle formation, and the general armor is also very different from the armor stomach of ordinary soldiers. There are many obvious signs.

However, although it is a ceremonial armor, it is not as exaggerated as the later Song and Ming Dynasties. It is still dominated by simplicity and atmosphere. The main color is mainly black, supplemented by ocher yellow.

In the bronze mirror, an imposing general with a Yanling sword on his waist was reflected.

Xu An smiled self-consciously, then raised his hand to check the position of the douyu, and looked again at the position of the Yanling knife, and then looked away after confirming that it was correct.

A simple and simple Han sword stood alone on the weapon rack. The hilt was worn in many places, and the original lines on the sword lattice were worn so hard to distinguish.

Xu An reached out and took the Han sword from the weapon rack.

This Han sword was the sword of Zhang Yi, the former governor of Bingzhou. At the last moment, Zhang Yi untied the Han sword from his waist and handed it to him.

Looking at the Han sword in front of him, all kinds of past events flashed in front of Xu An's eyes one by one.

Once Zhang Yi held this Han sword in his hand, traveled a thousand miles, and made great wishes.

"I would like to hold this sword to wipe out the treacherous evil for my big man, and protect my big man's people to prosper the country!"

At that time, Zhang Yi was also a high-spirited young man, full of expectations and longing, and wanted to change the world.

But after falling into the officialdom, Zhang Yi eventually became like an ordinary official.

Diligent in government and loving the people, it is the king who is diligent, but not the people, who loves the scholars and the people, but not the common people...

This sword carried Zhang Yi's regrets, and was always regarded as a saber by Xu An.

Holding this sword, he walked all the way from Bingzhou, through Liangzhou, to Zhongzhou, over Motianling, through the ancient Yinping Road, and through the Thirteen States of Han Dynasty.

Xu An held the hilt of the sword and exerted a little force, but when he heard a clear clanging sound, a cold light flashed into his eyes.

More than ten years have passed by, but this Han sword is still as sharp and cold as before.

Xu An slowly pulled out the Han sword, the sharp blade was out of the sheath, and the cold light of the sword shone on the ground. For more than ten years, he has also carefully maintained this Han sword.

Zhang Yi came to his senses at the last moment and sacrificed Bingzhou, enabling him to accept most of Bingzhou peacefully.

It is precisely because of this that he had the spare energy to lead his troops to conquer the Huns in the north and surrender them.

The purpose of his carrying this sword is to warn himself not to forget his true heart.

With a flick of his fingers, the blade of the sword hummed.

Xu An closed his eyes and swore in his heart.

"Willing to hold this sword, wipe out evil for China, and protect China's people from prosperity!"

The three-way drum sounded, and there was silence everywhere, without any more noise.

Xu An opened his eyes, put the sword back into its sheath, put the Han sword in his hand on the girdle again, raised his head again, looked in the direction of the tent door, and walked forward.

When he walked to the front of the tent, two soldiers of Tengxiang Guard slowly raised the curtain of the military tent, one on the left and one on the right.

The east is gradually red, the dawn is beginning to appear, the sky is bright, and the eyes are suddenly enlightened.

Outside the military camp, Gong Du, Lu Bu, Xu Huang, Zhang Liao and other generals had already been waiting for a long time.

All the soldiers of Tengxiang Guard held their swords and held the reins, leading their horses, waiting for his arrival.

At this time, Xu Hong, the commander of the personal guard, was holding a fiery red dragon horse and standing directly in front of him.

Xu An looked solemn, and walked forward.

The soldiers of the Tengxiang Guard behind them were divided into two columns, and they followed Xu An forward.

Xu An walked all the way until he reached the location where the fire dragon horse was.

This fiery red horse was exactly the BMW received from Dawan Kingdom after the defeat of Dawan Kingdom, and the Zhongjun Mansion picked the most majestic one and sent it to the barracks.

Xu An rode this war horse to attack Fanyang, went south to Qingxu, and won the big victory in Pengcheng. It can be said that this war horse witnessed the whole process of Ming Ting's domination of the world.

Stepping on the stirrups, Xu Anqing had already stepped onto the horse as soon as he exerted his strength, and all the generals and personal guards got on their horses one after another when they saw Xu An stepped on the horse.

"Herod——"

The moment Xu An stepped onto the horse, the horse under his seat neighed extremely loudly.

Xu An raised the whip in his hand, raised his head, and looked straight ahead.

Countless ochre-yellow banners fluttered in front of him, and it was almost impossible to see the edge, leaving only a very narrow and long passage.

Shaking the reins lightly, Xu An lightly kicked the horse's belly, and the fire dragon horse under the seat shook its head, spewed out a puff of white air from its nose, and walked forward.