The ancient city of Xiangyang, which was covered with wind and rain and the roosters were crowing incessantly, once again stood firm against the violent storm coming from the iron hoofs of Mongolia.
Under the pitch-black night, the waning moon is like blood. Its dim light shines on the mottled city wall, outlining deep and shallow shadows.
At this moment, on top of the city wall, Guo Jing and Huang Rong stood side by side, just like the frost-stained pines and cypresses. Even after seven days and seven nights of fierce battle, they were still in high spirits.
The two of them were like two majestic mountains, standing on the edge of the abyss. They seemed to be gods descended from the world, guarding this isolated city with extremely firm faith.
The commander of the Mongolian army, Kublai Khan, had helplessness and frustration in his eyes. Looking at the persevering couple in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh, and finally ordered the entire army to retreat with a whip.
"The Mongols retreat!"
Seeing the enemy troops retreating like a tide, the soldiers guarding Xiangyang City cheered one after another, and the city walls were boiling.
The surviving soldiers looked at the dust rolling away and dropped their weapons one after another, with unconcealable ecstasy on their faces.
They seemed to have seen their old mother and wife at home, waiting for their return.
Watching the enemy flag gradually receding and confirming that the Mongols were far away, Guo Jing's tense nerves finally relaxed, and a deep fatigue surged into his heart. His legs softened and he sat down on the ground.
Huang Rong hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but she stumbled due to excessive exhaustion and fell down next to him.
Both of them are in their sixties, and the fighting these days has almost exhausted their energy.
They sat on the ground, looked at each other, and couldn't help but burst into laughter, so much that they shed tears.
Not far away, when Guo Polu saw this, he ran over nervously and helped his parents up: "Mom, dad, are you okay?"
"I'm old." Guo Jing looked at his son's young face that was already covered with weather, and couldn't help but feel a touch of sadness in his heart.
"Don't talk nonsense."
Huang Rong glanced at him angrily, "My father fought on the battlefield when he was ninety years old. You are now in your prime, how can you say that you are old?"
"That's right, Marshal Guo is our Dinghai Shenzhen in Xiangyang City, how can he get old!" Several lieutenants who had narrowly escaped death also agreed with a smile.
Guo Jing smiled innocently and supported Huang Rong to stand up slowly.
Huang Rong touched the cold city bricks, feeling wet and sticky in her hands, and suddenly thought of something:
"By the way Polu, has Luo'er given birth?"
The full name of Luo Er in her mouth was Lu Luoying. She was the daughter of Lu Guanying and Cheng Yaojia, and later married Guo Polu.
Guo Polu scratched his head and said: "I have been on the city wall these days and I don't know anything about my family. The date should be almost the same."
"Is there anyone as father as you?"
Huang Rong sighed, but there was no blame in her tone.
Her gaze penetrated the vast land in the distance. The corpses on the battlefield were scattered everywhere, like a tragic song in troubled times. The happiness of human relations seemed so far away at this moment.
When the Mongolian iron hooves hit like a violent storm, she once thought that Xiangyang City would no longer exist.
She fought side by side with Guo Jing and defended this land to the death. She was not afraid of life and death, but she was unwilling to let these innocent children accompany them to their end.
At this moment, a noise came from behind, breaking her contemplation.
"Giving birth! Giving birth! Third Major General Guo is happy to have a baby boy!"
It turned out to be the servants of the Guo Mansion. Their faces were filled with joy and they came all the way to report the good news, but they were blocked by the guards under the city wall according to military regulations.
Military life is like a mountain, and even Guo Jing's family cannot make an exception.
So the servants of the Guo Mansion couldn't help shouting loudly, their voices full of excitement and joy.
The soldiers under the city wall heard the good news and helped spread the word.
Their voices were so loud that half of Xiangyang City was immersed in this joy.
"Am I a father?"
Guo Polu looked happy and looked at his parents with longing eyes, "Mom and Dad, let's go back and take a look!"
Huang Rong smiled and took Guo Jing's hand:
"Let's go, let's go! Even if we have an iron body, we should take a rest. Otherwise, if the Mongols attack again, we won't have the strength to resist them."
"Yes, Master and Master, you go back and have a rest first. We are here."
Brothers Wu Xiuwen and Wu Dunru said with firm expressions.
After so many years of training, they have grown into qualified generals and can take charge of their own affairs.
On the other side, his son-in-law Yeluqi was also patrolling the city defense. He nodded to everyone from a distance to indicate that there was nothing abnormal here.
The entire Guo family army is an important pillar of Xiangyang City.
Guo Jing, Huang Rong and others got off the tower and started on their way home.
The lights in Xiangyang City were brightly lit, and when the people heard that the enemy troops had retreated, they rushed to tell each other and celebrated the survivors.
Their faces were filled with joy, and they were happier than during the holidays.
Seeing Guo Jing's family approaching, the people thanked them repeatedly for their perseverance and dedication.
There were also soldiers and civilians who knew the inside story and came forward to congratulate the family on the new child.
In the past, Guo Jing and others would stay on the street for a while and chat with everyone.
But today they were eager to return home. They bowed their hands to everyone and hurried home.
As soon as he entered the mansion, he saw his second daughter Guo Xiang walking towards him holding a baby boy.
Guo Polu took his son and looked at it carefully, pinched his little face, showed a happy smile, and then hurried into the inner room to visit his wife after giving birth.
Huang Rong's figure was like the wind, and she had her grandson in her arms in an instant. She complained to Guo Xiang, "Xiang'er, you are injured by an arrow. If you don't take a good rest, why do you get out of bed so easily?"
Her tone was full of concern and reproach, but more of it was love and pampering for her daughter.
A few days ago at the head of Xiangyang City, Guo Xiang took the lead and fought fiercely with the enemy. Unexpectedly, the enemy's arrow was like a cunning poisonous snake, quietly hitting her shoulder.
Fortunately, she was very skilled in martial arts and the arrow missed her vital point. However, her blood stained her shirt red and she had to temporarily retreat from the battle line.
Guo Xiang had a free and easy temperament. Although the arrow mark was painful, he did not show any timidity. He smiled and said:
"Mom, am I okay? I'm already very ashamed that I can't continue to fight side by side with everyone. Why can't I lie down all the time? Why don't I come over and take care of my sister and sister-in-law."
At this time, Guo Fu had just given birth for three months, and due to the strain from guarding the city over the years, she still had difficulty moving.
Huang Rong looked down at her grandson in her arms. The child's eyes were as bright as obsidian, and his pink and jade-carved little face made people feel loving, and she couldn't help but feel very happy.
Guo Jing was also looking at his grandson with a satisfied smile on his face: "This child has wonderful bones and a restrained aura. At first glance, he is a prodigy in martial arts."
Huang Rong also nodded repeatedly. Not only were she and Guo Jing both martial arts masters, they had seen so many masters in their lives that perhaps no one in the world could match them.
However, this child's talent and potential have never been seen in their eyes.
Even Xi Kuang Yang Guo, who is said to be extremely talented, is probably not as good as this kid.
However, the worry in Huang Rong's eyes became more and more intense, and she said: "It's a pity that such a talented person was born in this troubled world."
Guo Jing's eyes revealed a deep sadness and helplessness, recalling the carefree years when he and Huang Rong traveled around the world and traveled around the world.
But this son was born at the wrong time and had a bad fate. I am afraid that he will be trapped in Xiangyang City like a caged bird for the rest of his life.
Seeing how sad her parents were, Guo Xiang quickly changed the subject and said, "Dad, give your eldest nephew a name."
Guo Jing sighed: "Just call him Guo Fu. I hope he can revive the Song Dynasty in the future."
Huang Rong and her daughter were silent, which showed that Guo Jing was extremely pessimistic about defending Xiangyang City.
At this time, Guo Fu in his arms suddenly burst into tears.
Huang Rong quickly rocked him gently, but when she heard his loud voice, she felt a little comforted in her heart.
But Guo Fu felt extremely depressed.
He was born in the 21st century and was a programmer for a large factory. One day while working overtime writing code, he suddenly felt unwell and closed his eyes and fell asleep in front of the computer.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a strange world.
