"It's Xiaofu!"
Wu Xiuwen was surprised and happy. He quickly stepped forward to untie Guo Fu and sent him to Guo's mansion as quickly as possible.
Guo Jing and Huang Rong suddenly saw Guo Fu and Guo Polu's horses, and an ominous premonition suddenly filled their hearts.
They knew that Guo Polu might have encountered misfortune.
His heart was panicked and his eyes dimmed.
After Guo Su woke up, he hesitated for a long time.
Although it was heartbreaking, he had to tell Guo Jing and Huang Rong the bloody memory bit by bit.
After hearing this, Huang Rong felt her heart ache. Even though she was strong, she was still a mother. She couldn't help but shed tears:
"Poor Polu... I don't know how Xiang'er is doing now."
Guo Jing also looked much older. He looked up at the green mountains in the distance, tears shining in his eyes.
Guo Polu was born when Xiangyang City was besieged, and he never enjoyed much peace in his life. In the end, he died at the hands of his former brother-in-law. It is really sad and hateful.
Guo Jing's heart felt like it was being burned by fire. What he hated most was that he might not be able to avenge his son in this life.
Anger and grief intertwined, he couldn't help but punched the beam so hard that the whole room seemed to tremble.
"Yelüqi, I really misjudged you!"
That night, Xiangyang City was immersed in silence and sorrow.
Guo Fu hugged Guo Fu tightly and sobbed softly like rain in the room.
She said sorry repeatedly, and her tears fell on Guo Fu's face, warm and moist.
The next day, the Mongolian cavalry once again surrounded Xiangyang City, as strong as an iron barrel.
Kublai Khan shouted loudly outside the city, and the voice penetrated the silent night sky and echoed in the ears of every soldier defending the city:
"Surrender Guo Jing, you are at the end of your road."
Guo Jing's face was ashen as he stood at the top of the city, his eyes as firm as iron.
He ordered the city to be defended until death.
Although the soldiers in the city were exhausted after repeated battles, they knew that once the city was breached, an inhumane massacre would await them and their families.
Therefore, as long as they have a breath left, they will never bow to the enemy.
In Guo's mansion, Guo Fu hugged Guo Fu tightly, with tears in her eyes.
She looked at the child in her arms, feeling filled with guilt and helplessness.
She sighed and said softly: "Fu'er, it's my eldest aunt who is sorry for you."
If she hadn't insisted on marrying Yeluqi, how could Yeluqi be in Xiangyang City, how could he have mastered magical skills, and how could he have killed his brother?
Guo Fu knew that it was impossible to escape if the city was destroyed, and that he, a two-year-old child, could not do anything. He also hated Yeluqi for taking away his last chance of survival.
But he would never blame Guo Fu.
Although she was frivolous, unruly and willful when she was young, her ability to hold on to Xiangyang City until the last moment shows her love for her family and country.
Instead, Guo Fu comforted her: "Auntie, no one will blame you. Don't be too sad."
Guo Fu was moved when she heard Guo Fu's words.
She hugged Guo Fu tightly, tears rolling down like broken pearls: "It would be great if you lived in a peaceful and prosperous age. With your intelligence, your life will be colorful... Ah, this era is really Damn it."
Guo Fuxu babbled to Guo Fu about how beautiful Peach Blossom Island is. Every spring, the peach blossoms bloom like the sea, which is extremely gorgeous. The water is so clear and deep that you can see as far as the eye can see, and there are many seagulls flying around.
She talked about the vast rivers and lakes, the joy of galloping horses, the freedom of the world, the pride of gratification and revenge.
It's a pity that you are so young, you have never experienced this great world, you have never eaten any delicious food, and you are going to die at a young age.
While talking, Guo Fu fell asleep due to exhaustion. Her breathing gradually calmed down, and the tears on her cheeks gradually dried up.
Guo Fu gently covered her with the quilt, hugged her legs and sat next to her, looking at the endless darkness and quietly listening to the roar of stone bullets hitting the city wall from outside the city.
If I had been born ten or twenty years earlier, I might be able to protect you now.
But now I can only watch you die.
Hateful, this damn era.
The night fell, and the fires were everywhere, reflecting the silhouette of the Mongolian army attacking the city like wolves and tigers.
The deafening sound of explosives continued to sound, shaking every inch of Xiangyang City.
Guo Fu woke up from her sleep and said in panic: "Is the city broken?"
Guo Fu brushed the sweat off her head: "Not yet, aunt, don't be afraid, I'll always be here."
Guo Fu held his young hand, feeling very warm in her heart.
She never thought that in this precarious moment, it would be this young child who gave her the courage to persevere.
"Fu'er, be good. Auntie is fine."
Guo Fu struggled to get up, and Guo Fu quickly supported her.
"Auntie, don't get up, just have a good rest."
"I'm fine. I'm going to help my parents kill the enemy."
Guo Fu sighed. With her physical condition, she probably wouldn't even be able to walk out of the yard.
He quickly took her hand and said, "Auntie, don't leave. What will I do if I'm alone?"
…
The war on the front line is raging, and bad news keeps coming like a cold wind.
Wu Xiuwen died in battle.
Wanyanping died in battle.
Wu Dunru died in battle.
Zhu Ziliu's son Zhu Hanwen died in the battle.
Their sacrifices made Xiangyang City's defensive strength even more stretched.
But Guo Jing and Huang Rong are still holding on.
Everyone knows that Xiangyang cannot be defended this time.
After all, Guo Jing and Huang Rong are not gods after all, they are just mortals.
At the same time, the food supply in Xiangyang City has been exhausted, and the hungry people have begun to exchange their food for food. This tragic situation is unbearable to look at.
At this life-or-death moment, some people even became crazy. They targeted Guo Fu and Guo Fu, an orphan and weak child.
While Guo Jing and Huang Rong were fighting bravely on the city wall, these crazy people rushed into Guo's mansion with all their strength, robbed them of their precious food, and even planned to rob Guo Fu and Guo Fu like "two-legged sheep". Go and cook.
Guo Fu had long known the darkness of human nature in his previous life, and he also knew that this was an inevitable experience before the city was destroyed.
Therefore, he did not feel too surprised that he did not die in the hands of the Mongols, but fell in the hands of the people protected by his family.
Although Guo Fu is ill, she is also skilled in martial arts after all.
She struggled to get up and stood in front of Guo Fu.
Her eyes widened and she glared angrily at the refugees who rushed over. She held the broom tremblingly and beat them with a dog-beating stick.
The surrounding residents also saw this scene, and they rushed over and stepped forward.
They could not tolerate the harm caused by these shameless people to Guo Jing's family, so they decisively beat them to death one by one and ate their flesh.
Guo Fu caught a glimpse of Guo Fu, who was as languid as a withered leaf and dying of hunger. Her heart ached and she held him tightly in her arms.
She unbuttoned her clothes, pressed her withered chest to Guo Fu's lips, and murmured: "You eat, you eat."
However, she had long been weaned, and her body had become thin due to hunger, and her milk had long since dried up.
But Guo Fu still felt the faint warmth, and tears of gratitude rolled down his eyes.
