[Double person] Furongpu · Yanshuangfei (rewritten by the gods)

The air in the early morning was filled with oppressive air currents, and the sun was unable to penetrate the thick dark clouds. The inside and outside of Xiangyang was gloomy and hazy.When the four soldiers returned to the city with Zhang Gui's body, it meant that the Mongolian army had declared war on Xiangyang. Relying on the abundance of troops and horses, they migrated as fast as birds and gradually surrounded the isolated city with a heart like a beast. , Pressing towards Xiangyang step by step.

The horses are galloping, the smoke and dust from the horseshoes and the wind and sand spread wantonly outside Xiangyang City, the yellow sand covers the sky, and the city walls attacked by artillery fire are scorched and smoked everywhere, and the red tongues lick the former splendor. The sound of fighting and the shrill drums of war resounded through the valley.

Guo Jing and Guo Fu each led a troop of cavalry roaring to meet the enemy, breaking through in a cone formation and splitting up the enemy's formation. With a heroic face, a bloodthirsty sword and spear, accompanied by ferocious howls, the surrounding area of ​​Xiangyang was shrouded in a tragic atmosphere, annihilated in the rain of blood mist and arrows.

Huang Rong surveyed the battle situation and commanded the Song army to change its formation in real time, so that the various arms cooperated with each other and covered each other.It has been two days and one night since the two armies clashed. The crazily killings, red blood, red flames, and red eyes fused into fierce murderous intent and hatred.

Gradually, the food and grass in the rear were tight, and the Song army was exhausted under the aura of swords and swords. The tight formation was broken through by the Mongolian army, and the collapsed formation instantly presented a disadvantage. At that time, more than half of the soldiers went down and died, and the rest scattered.

Yang Guo turned his sword sharply, his sword energy was like a rainbow, and Guo Fu blocked the rain of arrows.

Guo Fu turned her wrist suddenly, and slashed through the air with a fierce sword move. Holding the reins in her hand, she rushed into the enemy's formation. She saw anger flashing in her eyes, and she stabbed vigorously with the sword. In an instant, several Mongolian cavalrymen fell from their horses, blood gushing out.

The center of the battlefield gradually shrunk, and the remnants of the soldiers fell one after another. A long and thick roar came from Guo Jing's mouth. The sound was sharp and piercing. The deep internal force stimulated the Mongolian army's eardrums like waves, and the roar was higher than the wave. , The cavalry who had just gathered retreated one after another, and those who lacked strength all fell off their horses.

Yang Guo raised his sword and leaped up into the air, stabbing and slashing in quick succession, like a continuous arrow, the force passed through the tip of the sword and chopped down dozens of soldiers in an instant, protecting Guo Fu tightly.

Seeing that her husband and children were besieged by the enemy alone, Huang Rong immediately leaped into the enemy formation, cutting dozens of people flying with the long sword in her hand. , the child did not leave Xiangyang, he came back to save the battle.She had no time to worry about the bright sword light waving through the air, and a fire ignited in her chest. Come on children, let's fight side by side. The Guo family is all heroes, proudly holding their swords to kill nine days.The passion in his heart drove the swift and fierce sword style, and the cold light flashed, killing a path of blood.

A burst of arrogant laughter came from behind, and Kublai Khan galloped forward, looked proudly at the besieged Guo Jing's family, looked up to the sky and laughed and said loudly, "I have always admired Guo Daxia's loyalty and pride. Now that Lu Wenhuan has set up a flag in the city, why bother your family to die for a fatuous and immoral king? Since ancient times, heroes have no regrets in voting for a wise lord."

Yang Guo looked back, with a trace of indignation in his stern eyes, the flamboyant "Lv" flag on Xiangyang City was in dilapidated condition, and it was slowly descending at this time, a dazzling lowering flag was erected on the top of the city, and the heavy city gate slowly opened. Open, the Mongolian army swarmed in with violent screams, boarded the city and set up banners.

Guo Jing was furious, raised his sword eyebrows and shouted coldly, "The place where I stand is the territory of the Great Song Dynasty. Flesh and blood are born with the responsibility and pride of serving the country, and death is the country's commemoration. The heart of serving the country with fists and fists is what it is. Can Xiaoxiao be shaken? Not even the devil can devour my will, not to mention you little devils who come here to make trouble, and one day you will be destroyed by your own cruelty!"

Kublai Khan raised his eyebrows slightly, and respect rose in his heart. It's a pity that I can't use him as a hero and a loyal person.

Guo Fu raised her head slightly, looking at the gloomy sky with clear eyes, her heart was full of tragedy, "When times are dangerous, ministers are judged, and in times of chaos, loyalty is known. Dedicate yourself to serve the Lord, and die as a national mourning. The Guo family is brave and staunch, and Ning Be a ghost hero."

"Under the nest, there are still eggs? Mrs. Yang's heroic soul protects the mountains and rivers, which is so eloquent. It's just that the blood of those who have been beheaded in hundreds of battles has been soaked in the earth for thousands of years. How has the mountains and rivers been harmed? Women's virtue and filial piety come first, and protecting their parents is Mrs. Yang's strength." festival." Kublai Khan looked sideways at the heroic Guo Fu, he had heard that the eldest lady of the Guo family was the most filial, now that Xiangyang is in a bad situation, maybe women are fickle, she will abandon her armor and surrender for her parents.

Looking at the arrogant Kublai Khan, Yang Guo couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, he went up against the wind, his long sword slashed out several streaks of blood, sand and gravel flew up, he turned around and raised the tip of the sword straight to Kublai Khan's chest.

Seeing that Yang Guo rose up suddenly, his ferocity was invincible, Kublai Khan rode his horse back and swung his long arms. Arrows flooded the sky towards Guo Jing and the others. Instantly cut down a hundred arrows.

Blood and fire intertwined, chilling the mournful battlefield, suddenly broke into a big eagle, raised its head and waved its giant wings to shoot down dozens of feathered arrows.

A couple of boys and girls were lying on the eagle's back, driving the eagle into the battlefield, the boy raised his arms, and threw several stones at the Mongolian army, only to hear a series of screams.

"Father, mother, here we come." The girl in red raised her backhand lightly, shooting silver needles all over the sky at the eyes of the war horse, and there was a violent neighing sound from the surrounding horses, and the Mongolian army was in chaos.

Hearing the voices of a pair of sons and daughters, Guo Fu was startled. She paused for a moment, and several arrows flew towards her side.

"Qi'er, Lian'er, be careful—" Before Guo Fu finished speaking, Mongolian cavalrymen approached her layer by layer, blocking her way.Polu caught sight of his nephew and niece from the corner of his eyes, he turned his horse around hastily, straddled the horse and raised his knife to open a bloody path for his sister.

Under the cover of the big eagle, the two children on the eagle's back rushed straight into the enemy's line, unstoppable.Holding a gun in his hand, one is as powerful as a thunderbolt, and the other is as spirited as a swimming dragon.One is attacking and the other is defending. Although the strength of flipping and pressing the spear is still shallow, fortunately, the foundation is solid, and the Yang family's marksmanship is even more subtle and unpredictable.The charge all the way has gained a slight advantage, and he and his uncle fought back and forth to kill a sea of ​​blood.

Arrows are like waves passing by waves, the hustle and bustle is swept away, soldiers and horses roar, and swords are fierce and swords are cold.

There was a cry of pain, and two arrows passed through Guo Fu's right shoulder and chest. Huang Rong saw her daughter's injury from a distance, she stepped on her toes and ran to Guo Fu's side, supported her falling body, and pushed back, Pushing her daughter into Yang Guo's arms, he shouted, "Take her away quickly! Don't look back."

Then Guo Jing's thick roar came from a distance, "Guoer, I won't allow you to die!"

Huang Rong swung her palm with great skill, and quickly pushed towards Yang Guo, pushing her daughter and son-in-law into the sky.Yang Guo hugged his wife tightly and stepped on the Mongolian army's shoulders to break out.He jumped to Da Diao's side, and looked deeply at the pair of children who came to rescue him, "Good boy, take mom with you, Lian'er hurry up and help mom stop the bleeding."

He put Guo Fu on the big eagle's back. At this time, the blood had already soaked Guo Fu's clothes. She was pale, her eyes were closed, and a faint breath escaped from the corner of her lips. "Leave me alone, and ensure the safety of the children first." Breathing out her entrustment in one breath, her head slowly drooped and she fell into a coma.

"Mom, mom—" Lian'er cried out, and quickly sealed her mother's acupuncture points with her hand, hurriedly stopping the mother's bleeding.

Qi'er looked at his mother who was bleeding profusely, with anxious expression, "Lian'er quickly wrap the wound with a cloth to slow down the blood flow."

The bright red blood stained Yang Guo's eyes, and the hissing of soldiers and horses approached his ears, and he had no time to pay attention to him, so he ordered his children sharply, "Hurry up, take mom away!"

Yang Guo turned around and rushed forward, wanting to wade out a bloody path, Guo Jing's roar came from the chaos, "Guoer, don't-promise-die! You will live like an enemy's nightmare."

Surrounded heavily, came Huang Rong's stern laughter, a long laugh that turned into a muffled cry of pain, "Brother Jing, our descendants will be reborn from the ashes, endlessly, the territory of the Great Song Dynasty will never be trampled on."

Yang Guo guarded the big eagle and led his son and daughter to the west.

Suddenly the sound of hoofbeats approached, Fan Song galloped his horse and stopped in front of Yang Guo, "Uncle, I'm late."

"Song'er, first protect your siblings and your aunt to go back to the mountains, and I will go back and save my parents."

The cold wind blows the ground with fluttering snowflakes, covering the city with white snow, and the eyes are full of vastness.The city of Xiangyang was destroyed, and a generation of heroes fell.

The strong wind blew snowflakes so that people couldn't open their eyes. The pure white snowflakes drowned the thick gunpowder smoke and blood. The ground that was still trembling just now became lonely and desolate in an instant, and the breath of death spread ferociously on the blood-soaked land. .The once beautiful mountains and fields turned into a hell full of corpses, Xiangcheng lost its former glory, and the ruins of the walls were panting and dying in the cold wind.

The night surrounded the wilderness, a lonely figure frantically searched the ruins after the bloody battle, his trembling body showed his anger and despair.

Yang Guo gritted his teeth to suppress the grief in his heart, and staggered, turning over the lives ruined by the war. The battlefield is always more tragic than hell.He was already powerless, only one step away, when he saw Kublai Khan running towards the city with his army from a distance, his heart felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and he just turned around and took a few steps to become the eternal separation between heaven and man.

Father, mother, Polu, where are you?His whole body seemed to be torn into pieces. He staggered on one foot and fell into the ditch before he could stand still. A woman's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, holding a soldier in her arms.Yang Guo's scattered eyes focused on the woman, and then he exclaimed, "Yu Suo?"

The woman turned around abruptly, and mournfully cried, "Brother, I... am late."

"Is it Polu?" He ran to Yusuo, looked at the man in her arms, a glimmer of hope lit up in his eyes, "Polu is still alive?" Big teardrops rolled down from his eyes, and his fingers trembled. Touching his brother-in-law's cheek.

"Well, there is still breath, it's just...just..." Yusuo broke down in tears when he saw his elder brother.

"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive. I'll go find my parents, and let's go back to Daughter Mountain."

"Brother, Uncle Guo, Aunt Guo, they have already been martyred."

His heart seemed to be cut open by a blunt knife, and sorrow flooded his body like a river bursting from a bank. The glimmer of hope that had just been ignited was instantly extinguished, and his empty eyes looked at the remnants of the fortress in the wilderness, "I want to bring them back .”

Yusuo took Yang Guo to find the bodies of Guo Jing and Huang Rong. Guo Jing, who was lying in a pool of blood, was wearing armor and holding a sword, his eyes wide open, and he was facing death. Huang Rong hugged her husband tightly with a proud smile on her lips. Fighting unyieldingly and passionately going to the country of death.

With bitter tears in Yang Guo's absent-minded eyes, he swiped his palm and chopped off several feather arrows from his parents, removing their broken armor.

Facing the main gate of Xiangyang City, he erected the tomb of his parents' clothes. The simple wooden plank was deeply planted in the soil. On it were the eight characters in Yang Guo's handwriting, "Death to a thief, loyalty to the country." '

It was already the afternoon of the second day when he returned to Daughter Mountain with Yusuo and Polu with his parents' bodies on his back.

The sky was gray, the cold wind gradually curbed his irritable temperament, and the snowflakes fluttered all over the sky, trying to cover up the filth of the world.The sun still hid behind the clouds and fell into a deep sleep. Maybe he was pretending to be asleep, and couldn't bear to open his golden eyes to look down at the brutality of killing and destroying the city and the sternness of broken swords and broken arrows.

Fan Song protected Lian'er and Qi'er and ran for dozens of miles. They found a thatched hut and promptly pulled out arrows for their mother. After cleaning the wound, they applied hemostatic ointment.Qi'er took off his coat and wrapped his mother's body, and the two children hugged the unconscious mother tightly in their arms, leaning on the eagle's back and rushing towards their daughter's mountains and valleys.

After returning to Mr. Fan's home, Granny Fan and Xiaotao immediately took care of the seriously injured Guo Fu's wounds. The two children stood aside very quietly, looking dignified and painful, looking at the busy figures in the room.

Lian'er bit her lower lip tightly and swallowed the sobs in her mouth, a trace of blood leaked from her pale lips.

Qi'er's lips were tightly pursed, and he stood motionless and clenched his hands into fists. Only his white knuckles showed the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart.

"Sister, brother, will mother die?" Xiao Chun'er looked at her mother's pale face and tightly closed eyes, and hugged Qi'er's arm in tears.

"My dear Chun'er, don't cry, mom will get better." Lian'er held her younger brother's hand and gently wiped away the tears from his face.

Xiaotao quickly sewed up Guo Fu's wound, carefully applied medicine and bandaged everything. She turned around and saw the three children standing beside her. She felt pain in her heart and comforted them gently, "Don't worry, Aunt Fu's life is safe. If you lose too much blood, you will be in a coma for a while. Eat obediently, and then sleep well, maybe when you wake up, you will find that your mother is also awake."

Hearing sister Xiaotao's assurance, the three children nodded quietly. After all, Chun'er was young, and when she heard that her mother would get better, she immediately burst into tears and laughed.

"Please sister Xiaotao take care of mom, let's go find daddy." Qi'er and Lian'er felt relieved when they heard that their mom would get better, they turned around and strode outside, thinking of daddy in their hearts. In front of the sculpture.

"You two stay here well, I'll go find my uncle." Fan Song stretched his arms and pulled the two children back.

"Brother Song, please, let us go." Lian Er couldn't break Fan Song's control, so anxious that she was about to cry.

Fan Song shook his head, turned over, jumped on his horse and galloped out.

In the valley, a pair of young men and women rode on the giant eagle and headed eastward. Their clear eyes were full of anxiety. When they heard the approaching sound of horseshoes from a distance, the two children straightened up quickly and led the eagle towards the mountain pass.

Seeing a pair of sons and daughters running towards him frantically from afar, the two handsome little faces were clouded with gloom, and the sunken eye sockets were traces of a sleepless night, Yang Guo's heart suddenly tightened, Fu'er's pale cheeks appeared in his mind, and suddenly a Ji Ling, cold sweat down the spine.

"Daddy."

"Daddy."

When the two children ran up to Yang Guo, the eyes of the children were stung by the dead bodies of their grandfather and grandmother on horseback, and they fell down in front of their grandparents and cried bitterly with a wow.

Yusuo got off the horse, she turned her back to cover her face and wept, tightly covering her trembling lips with her hands, biting her lips and teeth, bursts of suppressed sobs came from her chest.

Yang Guo stroked the heads of the two children, tears streaming down their clothes.The two children cried miserably and heartbreakingly.

"Daddy, how could grandpa and grandma..." Lian Er raised her head and looked at her father sadly. "Grandpa and grandma are world-renowned in martial arts. They have galloped on the battlefield for decades. They are great heroes who have made the Tartars fearful. Now...why... woo—"

Qi'er's grief slowly turned into anger and hatred, his eyes were ablaze with fire, he looked up at the sky and swore bitterly, "I, Yang Fengqi, will kill all Tartars in this life, and I will never forget the hatred of my family and the country. "

"Grandpa and grandma have been fighting all their lives, utterly loyal, and cannot be taken away at the big festival." Yang Guo stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears for the children, "Good boy, don't be sad, you are the pride of grandpa and grandma, and their blood continues on us."

"Don't lower your aspirations, don't humiliate your body. Grandpa and grandma, you can go at ease, we will definitely fulfill your unfulfilled wish." Lian Er stretched out her hand and gently closed her eyes for Grandpa.

Yang Guo was terrified, after he found his father last night, no matter how much he kowtowed, his father kept staring and refused to close his eyes, but today he quietly closed his eyes in front of his grandson, his tears welled up again, yes, don't worry, father Don't worry, the grandchildren will take over the trust.

"Qi'er, how is mom?" The children didn't mention their mother immediately, which meant that Fu'er's life was safe, and Yang Guo's heart eased a little.

"Mom's life is not in danger, but she is still in a coma. How is uncle?"

"Your uncle must have been kicked to the brain by a horse's hoof. Although his pulse is weak, his life is safe, but he doesn't know when he will wake up." Yusuo wiped tears with one hand and stroked the hair of the two children with the other.

The long-lost sunshine finally showed a bright smiling face, and the golden light gently touched the entire valley, adding a touch of warmth to the cold winter, and strands of golden threads penetrated into the snow-covered green mountains, gestating new hope and life.

Lying on the rattan couch in the courtyard is a haggard woman, her thin body wrapped in a thick cloak, she is very beautiful, her lips are tightly pursed, her eye sockets are deep-set, she is delicate Her facial features were gloomy, her beautiful eyes could no longer shed tears, but a sad spring gushed out of her heart, irrigating painful memories, and she fixed her eyes on the distant mountains to the west.

"Fu'er, go back to the house, don't freeze your body." Yang Guo leaned down and gently hugged his wife, the grief of losing her parents and the severe injury to her body tormented her, her gradually thinning body curled up quietly in his arms Light as a feather.He took good care of her, accompanied her warmly, and injected strong vitality into her life.

"I have lived in Xiangyang for decades, guarding him, protecting him, loving him, having fun in his arms, sleeping soundly in his arms, changing from a girl to a woman in his arms, and giving birth in his arms." Children and daughters, now they are sad and rainy, and they will die." A pair of beautiful eyes lost the enthusiasm of the past, and looked into the distance, "Today is the first seven."

"I've made all the arrangements. Let's bury my parents here and guard Xiangyang. Sooner or later we will see the day when the lost land will be regained."

"Brother Yang, I can't bear them... how I wish I could be brought back to life like Bian Que."

"Fu'er, Mom and Dad must see us happy today so they can leave with peace of mind, don't tell them to have any more regrets." Yang Guo hugged Guo Fu tightly and gently wiped away the tears on his face.

"Mom and Dad spent most of their lives in Xiangyang, since the first day they stepped into Xiangyang City, they didn't plan to return to Peach Blossom Island alive."

Yang Guo gently put her on the bed, pulled two pillows to cushion her shoulders, and held her cold hands distressedly, "Is it cold? When Fu'er recovers, we will go back to Peach Blossom Island."

Guo Fu leaned halfway on the soft pillow and shook her head at her husband. She slowly repaired her broken heart and recalled her parents' life, "When Mom and Dad got married, Dad said that he wanted to stay with Mom on the island for the rest of his life, but in the end he didn't He gave up his promise to go back to seclusion with his mother, and resolutely took Mother's Day as a couple to share the difficulties with the country."

"My parents swore to die for the city. They are real 'Xiamen'. Fuer, this is what we should inherit. The important entrustment of my parents is still waiting for us to fulfill. You must get well soon, understand."

Still immersed in the memory, she continued, "I didn't know why I stayed in Xiangyang when I was 14 years old. After going through the war, I witnessed the horrific killings with my own eyes, and finally understood the tragedy of my parents defending the city. All with remorse and resentment."

"Isn't Fu'er like this? You are the only sibling who combines the personalities of your parents. In recent years, you have understood the crisis of the situation better than anyone else. You have not flinched or evaded, so Dad rest assured to leave the burden on us. both."

"How about Polu?" Since she woke up, she has been thinking about her brother every day. She understands his situation. Polu is not out of danger, but now he can only resign himself to fate, maybe he will sleep forever, maybe he will wake up in the next moment.

"Yusuo is with you, it's still like that, don't worry, auspicious people have their own destiny. You need to get better soon, so that you can take care of everyone. Look at the children in our family who are sensible. It's only been a year since we left Xiangyang A lot of martial arts has improved a lot, and heroes come out of youth, much better than us in our youth."

Yang Guo helped her to lie down, and tucked in the quilt for her, "Let's sleep for a while."

"Brother Yang, the knife..." She clutched his sleeve tightly, with a sad look on her face.

"The treasured sword will be found. When you are healthy, let's go look for the sword. It must not fall into the wrong hands. For Polu, the children, and the sword, Fu'er must quickly recover."

Watching Fu'er slowly fall asleep, he quietly went out of the house and closed the door, looked up at the distant mountains, the snow-capped mountains were slowly melting under the warm sun, spring was coming soon.