On the day when the city was destroyed, dark clouds pressed down on the city, the sky was stained with ink, and the sky seemed to have gods and ghosts weeping.
Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the sky, and a huge eagle with a divine horse galloped across the sky, like a golden-winged roc descending on the world.
Yang Guo, the hero of the divine eagle, flew over like a shooting star. With his graceful figure, he jumped from the back of the eagle onto the city wall.
In the blink of an eye, several Mongolian soldiers climbing the ladder fell down.
Yang Guo came to Guo Jing and Huang Rong like the wind, his face solemn:
"Uncle Guo, Aunt Guo, Xiangyang City is in danger, please come with me."
He heard that Guo Xiang was looking for him everywhere, and he already knew his intentions for her.
However, reason told him that the Song Dynasty was at its end, so what was the use of sacrificing one more person?
But in the end emotion triumphed over reason, and he risked his life to come.
I thought to myself that at least taking Guo Jing and his wife away would leave a glimmer of hope for the precarious Song Dynasty.
Guo Jing took the opportunity to deflect the two spears with his sword and get a chance to breathe. He caught a glimpse of a red sun rising above the city. He took a sip of cold water, shook his head and said sadly:
"There are thousands of soldiers and civilians in Xiangyang City. The bloody battle has already exhausted all the soldiers in the city. How many can you take away? Guo'er, you don't need to persuade me anymore."
Huang Rong was very pleased to see Yang Guo coming, and said softly: "Guo'er, if you can come, my uncle and aunt are very happy. But you don't need to worry about us. Go and take Fu'er and Fu'er away." Bar."
Hearing this, Yang Guo nodded seriously.
He glanced at the densely packed Mongolian elite soldiers and knew that this was not the time for his mother-in-law and mother-in-law, so he bowed deeply to Guo Jing and Huang Rong, turned around resolutely, and rushed into the city like a bolt of lightning.
Guo Jing watched Yang Guo disappear into the city gate and felt slightly comforted:
"At least Fu'er can be saved, Polu, I have preserved my bloodline for you after all, and I finally have the face to see you!"
After saying that, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he raised his sword and rushed towards the Mongol army that was coming like a tide again.
Huang Rong followed closely behind, the iron rod in her hand dancing like the wind, escorting Guo Jing all the way.
She felt equally happy in her heart. This ending was like praying to God day and night.
I didn't expect it to come true.
Yang Guo, with his figure like the wind, shuttled through the dilapidated streets and alleys, and finally came to Guo Fu's mansion.
The Guo Fu in front of her was already dying and looked haggard.
"Guo Fu, are you okay..."
Yang Guo looked at her pale and bloodless face and her closed eyes, and felt a twinge of pain in his heart.
All the past events came to mind at this moment - the play on Peach Blossom Island, the heroes meeting at Wusheng Pass, and the revenge that broke off an arm with a sword... All the grudges and hatreds seemed insignificant at this moment.
In front of this rolling wheel of history, every individual is so insignificant.
Yang Guo had tears in his eyes, but he endured his grief and leaned forward to wake Guo Fu up.
Guo Fu gradually woke up from his drowsiness, and dimly saw a man with gray temples, a strong body and sad eyes standing in front of the bed.
This man is as handsome as Louis Koo, and even though he is over forty years old, he is still charming.
And he only has one arm.
He immediately guessed that this person must be the legendary Condor Hero Yang Guo.
Is this here to save us?
Guo Fu felt happy and hurriedly shook Guo Fu beside him: "Auntie, wake up quickly, we are saved."
Guo Fu slowly opened her eyes at Guo Fu's call. Her eyes were confused. When she saw Yang Shi, she showed a look of disbelief:
"Yang Guo? Am I already dead?"
"No, let's go, I'll take you away." Yang Guo's voice was low and firm. He took a step forward and stretched out his one arm.
"Come on, follow me out of here."
Guo Fu waved her hand gently and pushed Guo Fu in her arms towards Yang Guo:
"Yang Guo, take him away. He is the only bloodline of our Guo family. How many people can your eagle withstand? My body is hopeless and I can no longer burden you."
"Auntie, let's go together."
Guo Fu couldn't help but shed tears. To him, Guo Fu was not his biological mother but his biological mother.
Guo Fu gently stroked Guo Fu's head:
"Be good, you must live well. The outside world is wonderful... Also, remember to find your sister Nian'er in the future. You have to help me take good care of her. You all need to be well."
Yang Guo heard the shelling outside and knew that time was running out. He no longer hesitated and picked up Guo Fu with one hand: "Let's go!"
The sacred eagle roared loudly and flapped its wings to fly high.
Guo Fu looked at their leaving figures with a relieved smile on her face and slowly closed her eyes.
Yang Guo and Guo Fu rode on the sacred eagle and passed by the city wall.
They saw with their own eyes a sharp arrow shot into Guo Jing's chest. Huang Rong rushed forward regardless of her own safety, but was penetrated by a spear from the back.
The couple fell into a pool of blood while hugging each other.
Guo Fu couldn't help crying loudly.
Damn God, why did you put me in this era and let me watch all this helplessly?
Yang Guo also shed a handful of tears, turned his head and couldn't bear to look anymore, patted Guo Fu's little head and rode away.
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A few days later, Guo Xiang led a group of Jianghu heroes and hurried to Xiangyang.
However, when the dust-laden people looked at Xiangyang City from a distance, they saw that the city wall had been breached, and there were beacon fires and wolf smoke everywhere.
The tall city wall, once a symbol of indestructibility, now seems to have been ruthlessly mocked by fate and is shattered.
There was a dead silence in the city, and there was no longer the bustle and bustle of the past.
Only a lone crow flew among the ruins, emitting a shrill cry, as if singing an elegy for the city.
Guo Xiang stared at this scene, her heart felt like she was being hit by a giant hammer. The scene in front of her told her that her relatives were probably no longer alive.
After all, it was too late.
Her face was pale, and her eyes revealed deep sorrow and despair.
Guo Xiang stepped into the city and saw corpses lying on the scorched earth. Crows were circling overhead, pecking at the remains.
This tragic sight made tears burst from her eyes and slide down her cheeks.
Her heart was filled with grief, and she fell to her knees at this horrific scene, clutching the blackened soil with her hands, and burst into tears.
Her cries were shrill and desperate, echoing across the empty ruins.
She tried to find the remains of her parents, but the chaos and destruction in front of her made it impossible for her to do so.
Her heart seemed to be torn apart, and every heartbeat was accompanied by endless pain.
However, in this boundless darkness, a faint light of hope suddenly flashed.
Among the ruins, signs of life were found.
They were two children, rescued from the dead ruins. They were Wu Xiuwen's youngest son and Zhu Ziliu's grandson.
The vitality of these two children is so tenacious, as if they are telling the perseverance and hope of life.
Guo Xiang looked at the two immature lives in front of her with a mixture of sadness and joy in her heart.
It was as if I saw the fire of hope burning in the darkness. It was the hope of the future and the power of revenge and revival.
She brought these children to Emei and taught them superior martial arts in preparation for their future revival.
I can't help but think of my nephew Guo Fu. I don't know where you are at this time. Are you and your father still well?
In fact, on the day when Xiangyang City was destroyed, one person from the Guo family survived in the chaos.
It’s Guo Fu.
On the day the city was destroyed, Yeluqi carefully avoided the corpse of Guo Jing and Huang Rong, quietly stepped into the ruins of Xiangyang City, and came to the Guo Mansion.
He saw the dilapidated scene around him, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. His eyes wandered among the ruins, and finally stopped on the dying Guo Fu, who was like a candle in the wind.
At that moment, the corners of his eyes seemed to be wet. After all, this was his wife of many years.
In her daze, Guo Fu felt a chill coming over her. She opened her heavy eyelids slightly, and Yeluqi's figure came into view.
Her eyes seemed to be bursting with fire, and she shouted angrily weakly: "You, you traitor, how dare you come to see me!"
She wanted to struggle, but she was as sick as a mountain, and her strength was like a leaf in the wind, making it difficult to move.
Yeluqi turned a deaf ear and picked her up from the messy bed.
Guo Fu beat him weakly, but the pain caused her to almost lose even this strength.
She was like a bird beaten by the strong wind, struggling helplessly in Yeluqi's arms.
"Do you really want to kill me for revenge?"
Yeluqi looked at her painful look, with a flash of pain in his eyes.
He sighed, his tone full of helplessness and sadness: "Then you have to take good care of yourself first... where is your daughter?"
"You want to know her whereabouts. She will seek revenge on you one day!" Guo Fu gritted her teeth with hatred.
Yeluqi smiled casually, as if he had been relieved of many knots in his heart:
"She should be with Guo Xiang. That day... I chose another path."
Guo Fu was startled, but she understood immediately.
The other way is that he cares about his father and daughter, lets them go, and chooses to ambush Guo Polu and his son.
However, how can this be forgiven?
Yeluqi stopped talking, kicked away the debris blocking his way, hugged Guo Fu, and walked away to an unknown place.
As a hero of this battle, no one dared to block his way.
His back gradually disappeared in the afterglow of the setting sun, leaving only the smoke and silence after the war.
