The Bow and Arrow

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The Bow and Arrow (by Wu Yan) -

Prologue:

The little black horse raised its head, its slender forehooves touching the hard ground, coughing softly. Its

long mane danced in the wind, its nostrils flared, seemingly greedily sniffing the scent of blood. Its gaze was

unwavering and proud. If the reins were loosened, it would carry me like lightning

into that familiar and captivating battlefield, to pursue the highest glory of a warrior.

The standard-bearer held a beautiful red banner, which fluttered in the wind, proclaiming our

invincible pride.

The armor plates clashed, producing a few soft, crisp sounds. The sharp spears

gleamed with a captivating

light in the sunlight . The warriors' dark cheeks glowed red in the sun, their eyes filled with a wildness, a pride radiating from their courage and determination to conquer the world.

Shouldn't we be proud? We are a proud army; our horses have trod across the land.

Where there is water and grass, tremble beneath our feet; where there are women, they must

open their arms to us—the invincible warriors.

I looked up at the sky; it was so blue! The sky was as clear as if it had been washed, and the white clouds were like wisps of cotton. The earth, embraced by the heavens, was as alluring

as a maiden just awakened from sleep. How beautiful! An endless expanse of lush green stretched out before me. The undulating mountains were like the curves of

a maiden 's body, and the plains were like her smooth skin. How wonderful!

The cavalry, their armor gleaming with cold light, began to move, charging forward with thunderous hooves and shouts. My

blood boiled in my veins, and my emotions affected my little black horse. It neighed loudly, and I began to sing. The melodious

long song echoed across the noisy battlefield, responding to the soldiers' fearless shouts. I felt wonderful; even my skin

responded, a tingling numbness spreading through me. My mind was consumed by nothing but conquest.

"Let the left wing, Qimihu and his men, begin," I calmly ordered the messenger beside me, for I

saw the Song army seemingly preparing to retreat.

A yellow flag was raised, and the dense battle formation at the foot of the mountain rippled slightly,

a deadly arrow being fired…

I dismounted and gestured to my attendant, Woluntai, to bring me my chair.

"Commander, let me join the battle too! I want to be the highest-flying eagle!" Tiger General Mohetai

puffed out his beard, widening his narrow eyes and raising his chin.

"And me, your most loyal warrior Frodo, wouldn't want to sit here watching others eat those plump

lambs either." The pot-bellied Frodo even bumped Mohetai's shoulder hard.

I didn't say anything, reached out and uncorked the wine bag, tilted my head back and took a big, satisfying gulp. The knife-like

sensation cut through my throat and then burned in my chest—refreshing! But my face remained completely unchanged.

"The best hounds are for catching wolves. Do you expect me to exert all my strength on a rabbit like this?"

I exhaled the rising flames and laughed.

Mohetai and Feiludu exchanged a glance and burst into laughter. "That's right! We need to save

our energy for milk, Commander. Everyone says Han girls are as delicate as flowers, their skin whiter than goat's milk.

I wonder if that's true?"

The warriors standing on the mountaintop roared with laughter.

Han girls? I stood up from the chair draped in a white tiger skin and looked north.

This was the most beautiful time of year on the grasslands. Unknown wildflowers were scattered across the verdant landscape, blooming fragrantly

and beautifully, like stars in the night sky that inspire contemplation. I stood shirtless, displaying my bronze skin and increasingly muscular

physique in the sunlight. I carefully picked flowers from the grass, weaving them into

the most . My heart is filled with sweetness, for I will present this wreath to the most beautiful girl on the grassland,

along with my song.

People praise me for having the best voice in the Kerchin, people say my music can

even make a tireless eagle stop to listen, and with that beautiful wreath, she should agree, right? Agree to be my wife, and enjoy life

with . My heart is pounding, my face is burning. I can't wait any longer. I put my fingers to

my lips and whistle, calling back the little black horse frolicking among the herd. I want it to take me to the brightest

star in my heart, to pour out my heart.

"Commander-in-Chief! Urgent military order!"

A swift horse galloped past like lightning. I glanced at the messenger on horseback;

two flags, signifying a level two military alert, were attached to his back. He was a messenger from the Fourth Prince's central army camp.

To be honest, he interrupted my reverie, and I was somewhat displeased. "Intercept him,"

I said, frowning. Two black-armored warriors rode forward to meet him.

Looking at the bamboo tube the warriors presented, my head throbbed. Another message! Why does the Fourth Prince always

play tricks on me? In our Mongol army, orders are always given orally. Giving me these incomprehensible

characters is practically asking for trouble! "Hey, you can't blame Kublai Khan too much. He

gave me a lot of these cryptic books back when we went to conquer the Golden Horde, and even assigned me a Han Chinese teacher. But I…

" "Where's Mr. Lu? Where did you put him?" I stood up, looking around frantically. This was the

only time I'd ever lost face in front of my subordinates. Oh well, what can you do?

Woluntai quickly ran down the mountain.

"Sir, didn't you learn Han Chinese characters?" Mohetai led the laughter.

I opened the bamboo tube, pulling out the thin paper inside. I didn't dare use any force, afraid of accidentally tearing this fragile

thing. Han Chinese things are just unreliable. If it were our sheepskin, we wouldn't need to be so

careful . I glanced at it and grinned. Although there were some square characters I couldn't understand,

there was a very clear map next to it. Understanding the marching diagrams wasn't difficult at all. After all, how could someone leading troops

not understand a map? However, the orders displayed on the map were truly perplexing.

I put the map away and walked to the edge of the cliff overlooking the battlefield, letting the chilly mountain wind whip my

clothes. The fighting below was almost over. The Song army was retreating, but not in a rout. Their interception and blocking

were still very tenacious, and their retreating formation wasn't chaotic. They were using the low earthen slopes and forests as

cover to methodically gather towards the saddle-shaped mountain pass to the south.

I should have won, there's no doubt about that, right? Judging from the intensity of the initial engagement, this Song army should

be their most elite main force, and they are indeed very tenacious in battle—the most tenacious opponent I've encountered in over a year.

However, they lack cavalry and experience in open field battles against cavalry, so even the main force of the Song army

cannot stop my iron hooves; I firmly believe this.

I can defeat this force, which appears to be over ten thousand, in open field battle with two thousand cavalry. Based on

this strength comparison, tonight I can lead my troops to capture the first pass to Xiangyang—

Nanyang—or perhaps even have the strength to take Xinye as well, completely opening the gates to Xiangyang. At this

point , you want me to turn back and attack Biyang? What on earth is going on? I was completely baffled.

But I couldn't disobey the commander's orders. So,

Guo Jing stood atop the main peak on the east side of Shenyu Ridge, a strategic pass between Nanyang and Beiguan, carefully observing

everything , and felt an unprecedented pressure.

He had fought alongside the Mongol army since childhood, battling in the east and west, and had fought

against extremely familiar with the Mongol cavalry's tactics and formations, which were as swift as the wind

. It was based on this profound understanding that he gathered 15,000 of the most elite troops from the Xiangyang garrison at Shenyu Ridge

and carefully deployed six feints to separate this exhausted army from the other advancing Mongol

troops, preparing to annihilate them in the hollow area in front of the Shenyu Ridge pass.

The deployment was undeniably meticulous, and the soldiers' fighting prowess undeniably valiant. However… it was clear that this 10,000-strong force

was significantly different from any Mongol army he had ever faced. While the decisiveness and courage in battle

were typical of all Mongol armies, this isolated force displayed terrifying composure and

adaptability when ambushed. Their swift deployment and fierce counterattack were also unexpected, and coupled with the

inherent , the tide of battle seemed to be turning.

While setting up the ambush, Guo Jing began to consider retreat. After all, he commanded the most elite

troops in Xiangyang, and if… Guo Jing dared not think any further.

"Great Hero Guo! Look!" General Wang Meng beside him suddenly shouted with excitement, his voice slightly trembling

. "The Mongol army has retreated!"

Retreated?! Guo Jing could hardly believe it. He quickly pulled himself

out of his thoughts about how to retreat and leaped onto a nearby tree to look.

Sure enough, on the summit of the small mountain facing Shenyu Ridge, three miles away, a black flag was raised and waved

three times. The two cavalry units that were bravely advancing quickly began to break off contact. And from the army formation at the foot of the mountain,

four cavalry units quickly split into four groups, forming a wide but thin crescent formation. The sabers used for attacking were put away, replaced

by terrifying bows and arrows. The disciplined army began to move in an orderly fashion. The only thing that didn't move was the red flag embroidered with a tiger atop the

hill .

"What do we do?" Wang Meng was already used to following Guo Jing's orders.

Pursue? Or hold the Shenyu Ridge pass? Guo Jing really wanted to pursue, because cavalry were sharp in attack

, but their weaknesses would be exposed in retreat and defense. If organized well, a pursuit could be

effective, especially since he currently had a numerical advantage. But what if it was a scheme? At this

critical juncture, Guo Jing hesitated. If only Huang Rong were by his side! But Huang Rong wasn't by my

side; she had to coordinate and command the other six feints, a burden far heavier than mine. What to do?

At that moment, the air on the battlefield seemed to freeze. I sensed the change in atmosphere too. I felt

resentful, but military orders were absolute, I understood. Watching the last troops break away, all rapidly turning

eastward , I smiled helplessly, stood up from my chair, and leaped onto my beautiful little

black horse.

"Let's go too." Seeing Woluntai finish packing and mount his horse, I waved to the flag bearer and his attendant,

and spurred horse down the mountain.

I didn't rush to catch up with the troops; I figured they wouldn't. "What's so great about it? You've been

exaggerating the Song army in Xiangyang, and this is all?" I reached up and unfastened my armor, giving one last look at

the battlefield .

That one look proved invaluable; sometimes pride isn't all bad. I clearly saw a feathered arrow,

gleaming in the sunlight, hurtling towards me with incredible speed, yet making no sound whatsoever. The speed

was astonishing, the arrow's momentum was fierce and menacing, but it was utterly silent, like

a murderous ghost.

The feathered arrow flew past the side of a red horse running empty-handed. Such a horse without its master was nothing

new ; I ignored it—I really shouldn't have. The horse was so beautiful and so fast. I thought there couldn't

be a better horse in the world than my little black horse. Now I saw it, and I ignored it. And that neglect almost cost me

my life.

Instinct is useful. Horsemanship is something that flows in the blood of us Mongols. Leg raised, bow drawn

, feathered arrow on the saddle, bow drawn full, arrow flying like a shooting star. If this backhanded arrow were

displayed , it would surely cause a sensation!

The two feathered arrows met in mid-air. To my surprise, the feathered

arrow with the black iron tip that I had fired did not stop the ghost's flight. I was fast, accurate, and powerful enough, but the ghost

still flew straight for my throat. The sound of it cutting through the air became sharper, a "whoosh," and its momentum

was no less than that of a giant crossbow fired from a crossbow.

This time it wasn't instinct; it was real skill. I opened my mouth, exhaled a breath of

innate , turned my head to let the ghost, which wanted to continue to kill me, pass by, and then caught the arrow shaft between my teeth. The ghost fell silent

. It was a silent, feathered arrow, yet it was unmistakably a ghost, radiating a chilling

aura. I felt my pupils dilate, my heart pounded, my teeth ached, and

cold sweat dripped from my forehead. I truly thanked my mentor of fifteen years, otherwise…

“Impressive skill!” The voice was not at all flamboyant, but rather deep, a standard baritone, composed and

magnanimous, quite pleasant to listen to. A man under forty, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and a burly

build He was unremarkable, unassuming, and his gray, slightly faded robe was almost white.

But with that skill, that horse, those eyes that naturally exuded a commanding presence, this

ordinary was anything but ordinary. He was dazzling—was the sun too bright?

"You sneakily shot me with an arrow, now I'm returning it!" I braced my feet in the saddle, and the little black horse

suddenly turned, using the momentum to send the feathered arrow flying. It was a bit disheartening, because my arrow didn't seem to have that eerie

quality ; it shrieked, quite embarrassing.

"On the battlefield, what's the point of talking about honor and righteousness?" the man laughed, blowing on the feathered arrow and

holding it .

"What's the name of the sneaky fellow?"

"Guo Jing!"

"Oh—" the riders cheered.

My heart also skipped a beat, Golden Sword Prince Consort? ! That's a famous hero! I can’t say it was worship or something

, but I was somewhat proud because I actually fought face to face with the guy who was said to be a god.

"Little devil, what's your name? Are you Captain Ten Thousand? I'm afraid you're lying?" He smiled.

"Wu Yan!" I felt a little angry. I couldn't stand being looked down upon by others, not even gods. My hand

reaches for the single knife on my back. This is probably the biggest challenge in my life, right? Warriors just stand up, there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Tell Kublai Khan that Xiangyang is the land of the Song Dynasty, and I, Guo Jing, live in Xiangyang." He turned his horse's head in a circle and went back in

style .

In Xiangyang, Zhuma Lane was originally an ordinary alley, but now it has become extraordinary because an unusual family lives in a three-courtyard house

there , making it the heart of Xiangyang.

Strange and unusual people can often be seen there—some are very wealthy, others are beggars, military

generals and officers, and even Xiangyang's highest-ranking official frequently visits the courtyard. Ordinary people love to gather there;

if something is lost, someone will help find it; if there are arguments or fights, someone will mediate; and grievances that cannot be resolved at the government office

can be redressed here. The people in this courtyard are truly kind and friendly. And…and…hehe, this

is a bit difficult to say. Coming to the entrance of this alley just to see the immortals living inside—is

that a bit too much? That's fine, he's just so handsome.

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

"I, I um..."

"If there's nothing else, could you please go back? The Mongols are here, and they're discussing something important inside."

"Oh, how are Guo Daxia and Chief Huang?"

"They're both fine, both are fine... Hey, uncle, could you take this old hen with you?"

"That's just a small token of our appreciation. Chief Huang is such a delicate person, yet she still has to go out and protect

the people of Xiangyang from the wind and rain. Let her take some time to recover."

"I will definitely pass on everyone's kindness to Chief Huang, but I dare not accept this. Otherwise, if I upset

Chief Huang, wouldn't everyone be unhappy?" Lu Youjiao felt he was almost speechless, and

his heart was burning. He really didn't have time to answer these lovely people anymore.

Chapter 1: The Bitter Struggle at Biyang

The atmosphere in the main hall was somewhat oppressive. In the past, even with more Mongol troops surrounding them, no one seemed particularly

worried. However, this time seemed different.

"Don't be so dejected. We've stopped the Mongol cavalry outside the Shenyu Ridge Pass, haven't we?

Although 've lost some men, but…" But what? Lu Youjiao knew that the purpose of this operation was to annihilate

the vanguard of the Mongol cavalry, to quell the Mongols' arrogance, and at the same time boost their own morale.

The plan was meticulous, the secrecy of the operation, and the surprise of its launch were all perfect.

The deployment of the six feints was ingenious. From the perspective of battle planning, it was impeccable. As for…

Huang Rong had never seen Guo Jing so melancholy before. Was this time really different? Huang Rong didn't quite

believe it . She had great confidence in herself, in Guo Jing, and in the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Xiangyang. As the commander-in-chief, losing

confidence meant losing the battle. Huang Rong was somewhat worried about Guo Jing's emotions.

Guo Jing sat in the chair by the window in his bedroom, his eyes closed, and suddenly felt very tired.

"Brother Jing, are you feeling down?" Huang Rong went around behind Guo Jing and gently massaged his

shoulders.

"I'm not discouraged. I'm considering changing the training of our Xiangyang garrison because the Mongol army's tactics

seem to have changed." His wife's touch brought comfort, and Guo Jing seemed to feel much calmer. He enjoyed it, placing

his hand on Huang Rong's, hoping for some inspiration to help the soldiers and civilians of Xiangyang overcome this obstacle.

"Even with 15,000 of our best elite troops, we couldn't take down that mere 10,000-man squad. Is our

Great Hero Guo feeling wronged?" Huang Rong chuckled softly, bending down to whisper in Guo Jing's ear.

Guo Jing knew his wife was teasing him. Hearing her relaxed tone, the lingering

frustration seemed to melt away. She must have a way. The warm breath touched his ears, and Guo Jing felt a little

panicked. Why at this time, he actually couldn't help it. When Ronger was around, he was always

distracted.

"I don't think the Mongolian army is any different from before. They are still bold and underestimate the enemy. They are brave but

lacking in resourcefulness. Didn't I use 6,000 suspected soldiers to fool their 60,000-strong army?" Huang Rong

was a little proud. It was indeed worthy of pride. She was no longer young. , but Huang Rong still liked this, "Let's talk,

how did our hero Guo lose his troops?"

Guo Jing carefully described everything he saw in detail. He was clumsy, but he really saw

the things very carefully, so he spoke very carefully.

"You underestimated them," Huang Rong said decisively, her brow furrowing slightly. She knew this was

a somewhat different force, but she didn't care. What worried her was why this

force, capable of a complete victory and a decisive attack on Nanyang, would suddenly withdraw from the battle. Where would they mysteriously appear

? It couldn't be just a trap, could it?

"I underestimated them?" Guo Jing wanted to argue, but seeing his wife's thoughtful expression, he fell silent.

How many possibilities were there? Huang Rong left Guo Jing's side, interlaced her fingers, and slowly

paced around the room, eliminating some possibilities based on her understanding of the Mongol army.

"Mother!" The door was flung open with a bang, and Guo Fu appeared in the doorway, dressed in a bright red, double-breasted, arrow-sleeved top.

The sword was already slung across her back, the red tassels on the hilt making her bright cheeks look exceptionally beautiful.

"Get out!" Huang Rong snapped, stopping in her tracks.

Guo Fu was startled. "What's wrong with Mother? She's never treated herself like this before. This is clearly

self-loathing!" Guo Fu felt particularly wronged, her lips pursed.

The brothers Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen, who had followed, were also stunned by the sudden burst of power from their usually amiable teacher's wife

. They felt that her petite figure had suddenly grown taller, exuding

a fierceness . Her eyes, which always held various smiles, now revealed an unyielding authority. She was like a

teacher's wife now!

Guo Jing was startled, but he was also captivated. For so many years, Rong'er's various expressions

had remained etched in his mind. When was the last time she had been so furious? Guo Jing couldn't help but recall—back then,

Rong'er had…

Huang Rong herself was also startled. She didn't understand why she had suddenly become so irritable. Was it pressure? Indeed,

there was some. Seeing the tears welling up in Guo Fu's eyes, Huang Rong felt a pang of heartache; she couldn't bear to see her daughter suffer

even the slightest injustice.

"Didn't I tell you? When Father and Mother are discussing important military matters, you shouldn't disturb us."

Huang Rong's expression softened. "Fu'er, don't you want to be a great hero like Father? You're fifteen already, how can you still be shedding

tears?"

"Mother, you..." Guo Fu felt safe under Huang Rong's gentle gaze, and couldn't hold back her tears.

"What is it? Speak quickly!" Guo Jing really had a headache whenever he saw Guo Fu. It wasn't that he didn't like her, but

Guo Jing always felt that Guo Fu hadn't grown up to be as outstanding as Huang Rong according to his wishes. She was

spoiled by Huang Rong...

how was she any like her? Guo Jing scrutinized his daughter closely. Sure enough, her skin resembled Huang Rong's, and her figure

was somewhat similar too—Huang Rong was also slender at fifteen. Yet, it wasn't quite the same; Guo Fu was already taller

and more robust than Huang Rong. Her eyes were similar—those mesmerizing almond-shaped eyes, with long,

curled . But then again, it wasn't the same. The myriad charms and cleverness in Rong'er's eyes—Guo Fu had none of them

.

She had, undeniably, inherited that willfulness and shrewishness perfectly. Sigh, Guo Jing wanted to sigh. As for the rest? Guo Jing

felt Guo Fu still resembled him more; her eyebrows were thick and slightly upturned, her mouth a little larger, her lips

a little fuller, and she still had a square face.

However you look at it, his daughter is a very beautiful girl. At least, apart from Huang Rong, Guo Jing has never seen

a girl more beautiful than his daughter. Is being pretty enough for a girl? Guo Jing felt a real headache coming on.

"Father, I heard you suffered a defeat. Da Wu, Xiao Wu, and I discussed it, and we're going to assassinate the Mongol

general ."

"You guys?" Guo Jing was so angry he almost twisted his nose. He finally thought of a phrase: "completely ignorant

of their own limitations !"

"What's wrong with us? Father, you underestimate us! If we join forces, even the infamous female demon 'Red

Serpent Fairy' Li Mochou wouldn't be a match for us! What

's so great ?"

"He practices superior martial arts."

"Superior martial arts? How superior?" Guo Fu persisted, completely ignoring Wu Dunru's

persistent tugging at her clothes. Wu Dunru glanced at his younger brother, Wu Xiuwen, who was quick-witted and noticed that their master

's expression was not good.

"He caught Father's arrow with his mouth." Guo Jing recalled the scene, feeling a veil of

confusion in his mind. The archery skills were nothing more than standard Mongolian martial arts, but the twisting movement when releasing the arrow, and the true energy that

broke the internal force attached to the feathered arrow, were skills he had never seen before.

"So it's all about verbal skills." Guo Fu remained defiant, but her heart was pounding.

"Fu'er, you two shouldn't be fooling around. Go to the back garden and practice your skills properly. Brother Jing, I have some ideas.

Let's hurry to the front to set things up, or we'll be completely caught off guard." Huang Rong's brows relaxed a little,

and her expression became much more relaxed. However, Guo Jing knew that Huang Rong was a little anxious, so it seemed that the matter was not small.

*** *** ***

The troops didn't set up camp; they launched a fierce attack on Biyang the moment they arrived. Cavalry isn't really suited for

attacking fortified cities, but I didn't want to waste my time in small Biyang. Perhaps I underestimated them; I hadn't

expected Biyang, despite the sudden attack, to put up such a formidable resistance. Lacking sufficient siege

equipment and with the troops indeed exhausted, the first wave of attacks was halted. This infuriated me.

Biyang was a not-so-strong earthen city, and its walls weren't very high; I truly didn't understand how they'd been stopped

here.

Annoyed as I was, I knew that war couldn't afford any recklessness. My brothers had entrusted their lives to me

, their commander, and I had to be responsible for theirs.

"Alright, order a halt to the attack." I gazed at the city walls illuminated by lanterns and torches, a

chill suddenly creeping over me.

I could see clearly that not only were there soldiers in armor and uniforms, but also ordinary civilians,

even women, armed with swords and spears. This felt strange, because it was the first time I'd ever seen anything like it. I'd been on the battlefield since I was thirteen

, six years now, fighting countless battles, but this was the first time I'd seen civilians on the front lines. Were

civilians also being dragged into the war?

"Commander, give me one more second! Once the ladders are up, I'll fucking storm

in ! Otherwise, I'll offer my head!" Yao Han, his head wrapped in cloth, squinted his left eye, which was already half-closed

, and shouted. He was among the first to arrive at the vanguard, and he had never suffered such a loss before. Stubborn as ever, he led

his guards to climb the city walls himself, only to be nearly crushed to death by rolling logs thrown down from above.

"Stop." I removed my helmet, playing with the feathers on it, but my tone left no room for argument. "

Surround all four gates, set up camp here, and be on guard. We'll rest for the night and then decide what to do next."

"My lord!?"

"It's settled then. Woluntai, you'd better show Yaohan a good look. How will he play with

girls ?"

*** *** *** ***

The military meeting, attended by several commanding generals and the four elders of the Beggars' Sect, lasted all night. As the morning

sun streamed into the main hall, smiles finally appeared on everyone's weary faces.

Zhu Ziliu appeared hastily at the entrance to the main hall, causing everyone to pause in surprise.

"Brother Zhu, why aren't you in Tongbai?" Huang Rong's expression changed slightly. Although her prediction had been

confirmed, had Tongbai also fallen? It was too fast!

"Biyang is besieged by a Mongol army, fighting a fierce battle."

"Oh!" Huang Rong breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Tongbai, the stronghold on the eastern front, was still in their hands. "Who are they?"

"Not quite sure. The scouts only saw a red flying tiger flag as their commander's banner."

Everyone's gaze fell on Huang Rong, filled with conviction.

Huang Rong lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then smiled. The gloom in everyone's hearts involuntarily

dissipated with her radiant smile. Was this also due to their trust in their commander?

"I want to abandon Tongbai. Let's organize our forces and give this arrogant

and domineering ."

"What about Biyang?"

"It's beyond saving, there's no way to save it." Huang Rong sighed, walked to the window, opened it,

closed her eyes quietly enjoyed the sunlight shining on her. She sighed softly again.

*** *** *** ***

"Damn it, those damned Han Chinese, they're burning the warehouses!"

"Extinguish them." I sat on horseback, quietly listening to the shouts coming from the city, watching

the thick smoke rising everywhere. This was all too familiar.

This is what conquest is like, isn't it? We try to conquer them, they fight back desperately, enrage us,

and then we massacre them. This has happened countless times, each time brutal, but brutality is good too.

It's a direct warning, it shakes the enemy's fighting spirit, it teaches them a lesson in bloodshed, so we

can pay less in the next conquest. This is the creed of the army.

"Order Mohetai, Feiludu, and Qimiechi, the three thousand-man squads that have rested, not to enter the city. Immediately

head south and attack Tongbai. If possible, seize the Lishan ferry crossing and collect boats, but do not be reckless. That's all.

Pass on the orders."

"Sir, where are we going?"

"Into the city."

Biyang is already a dead city. It wasn't very big to begin with, and the population wasn't large either. After a night of

fierce fighting , and in the street fighting where we used tunnels to storm the city, the soldiers and half of the men had died. Most of

the houses were burning, and the smell of burning corpses was pungent. But I didn't feel anything, and I

wasn't shocked at all. I've seen too much of this; I don't care anymore.

The massacre continued. Soldiers gathered the men they could find in the city's drill ground, then beheaded them in groups of

a hundred , quickly staining the ground red. Live burial would have been a simpler method,

but it wasn't practical; our military merits were based on the number of beheadings, so decapitation was common. Women

also had to die, but their fate was more difficult. Before dying, they had to be rinsed in water…

The government office in Biyang wasn't spacious at all, far inferior to the buildings in the large cities I passed through on my southward journey.

At least it was clean, unburned, and had a small garden, which I thought was quite nice.

A group of women were gathered in the garden's corridors, huddled together, sobbing.

"Did you get a map?" I wasn't too concerned about these fearful women; I wasn't

thinking about them right now. I was more interested in the enemy's map, which would give me some idea of their troop deployments and make the battle easier

.

"It's all burned. It was a complete mess when I arrived," Woluntai said with a helpless bitter smile

.

"Burned, well, there's nothing we can do. Are there any officers left?"

"No, some we killed, some committed suicide..."

"Damn it! Pass down the order: leave me a few of those bloated, fat ones! Quickly!" I commanded,

suddenly noticing something tremble in the hole of the huge Yangzhou stone in the middle of the garden. Then I

saw a pair of bloodshot eyes, burning with hatred and endless resentment. It belonged to a

thin old man carrying a short sword. He looked rather frightening, but he clearly didn't know martial arts; all he had was a

burning passion . "You bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"

Subduing him wasn't difficult, but stopping the guards from hacking him to pieces took some effort.

"Father! Let my father go—" A girl struggled to break free from the women

pulling her .

My gaze fell on the girl; I was drawn to her. Actually, she wasn't a particularly beautiful

girl , but her fragility deeply moved me. The despair and sorrow in her slender, tear-filled eyes

were also captivating. She was also fair-skinned, though not as fair as goat's milk, she was quite fair, almost

comparable to the blonde women of the Golden Horde. I liked such delicate and frail girls.

"Tie him up, and tie that girl up too!"

*** *** *** ***

"Great Hong Mountain, Great Hong Mountain, thirteen ridges stretching endlessly, cliffs touching the clouds..." Huang Rong softly recited, looking at

the mountains even more vibrant after a sudden rainstorm, the fresh air touching her skin, a wave of comfort, a wave of weariness.

"Rong'er, shall we rest for a bit?" Guo Jing noticed Huang Rong's pale face and knew she was tired.

Feeling a pang of tenderness, he gently supported her waist.

"Have I gained weight?" Huang Rong leaned on Guo Jing's shoulder, stroking her swollen belly. Thinking of the new life

she was carrying , and of Guo Jing beside her, all her fatigue, weariness, and worries seemed

to dissipate like clouds in the mountains under the sunlight—a warm and comforting feeling.

"You're chubby, and you eat so much now..." Guo Jing chuckled, helping Huang Rong

sit down . After a moment's thought, he took off his outer robe, folded it neatly, and placed it under Huang Rong's bottom. It's said that pregnant

women shouldn't get cold.

Huang Rong blushed, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Couldn't you just say I'm... say I'm still slim?"

she said , lightly punching Guo Jing's chest with her fist.

Guo Jing let her punch him, just chuckled, and put his arm around Huang Rong's shoulder, letting her lean against his chest. "It's not that I've gained weight."

Well, she used to have an oval face, but now it's almost round, and her waist is so thick... Everything will be alright. After

the baby is born, her Rong'er will be Rong'er again in no time. She has experience with this;

it was the same when she gave birth to Guo Fu, and she was quite worried about it back then.

Huang Rong looked at Guo Jing's simple and honest appearance, feeling a little troubled, not particularly troubled, but just

feeling that something was missing. Isn't romance the sweetness between husband and wife? Don't you need it? Of course you do! In Huang Rong's eyes

, Guo Jing was good in every way, except for not being very sweet. But there was nothing she could do; it was fine as it was. That solid chest seemed more

reassuring than romance. Huang Rong leaned against Guo Jing's chest, quietly listening to his strong, throbbing heartbeat. This

man, even with her eyes closed, could lead her anywhere in the world without her getting lost. He was someone she could rely on.

"Rong'er, I..." Guo Jing's heart pounded again. Looking at his wife's sweet, relaxed face, her slightly trembling

eyelashes, and... well, they were an old married couple, shouldn't he be a little more reserved? Why did the impulses of his youth still keep surfacing in his chest

? What could he do? It was all because Rong'er was so beautiful; she was always flirting with him.

"What?" Her husband's large hand trembled slightly, his breath seeming to heat up. This heartbeat...

Huang Rong felt a strange unease. She knew all of Guo Jing's reactions, understood the meaning behind every action, and understood

her man. So, she felt a strange unease. She missed him so much. Since becoming pregnant again, she had become an

untouchable porcelain doll. Who said pregnancy meant she couldn't... Huang Rong turned her head slightly so that Guo Jing could see her better

. The sunlight was warm and comforting, making her body feel soft, and her heart seemed to itch.

"Nothing."

"What? Nothing again?" The hand that was holding Guo Jing's shoulder slid down to hook around his neck. Huang Rong

opened her eyes, casting a hint of reproach at him, a blush rising on her face, followed by tender affection.

In a fleeting, fantastical glance, Guo Jing was enveloped in this enchanting scenery, his heart pounding, his breath ragged, and his hands trembling. "

What are

you trembling for? Stop trembling!" Huang Rong asked with a smile, her lips slightly moving. "I want to kiss you, okay?" Guo Jing said earnestly, a little regretful afterward. How embarrassing it

would be if he refused ! 　　Huang Rong was almost furious. A kiss is fine, isn't I all yours?! Does special permission?! But this feeling was wonderful; her beloved Jing-gege was still the same Jing-gege, he would never change. 　　"Kiss me, but should I close my eyes and not look at you?" Huang Rong slowly closed her eyes and slowly offered herself to him. 　　In that tender, sweet moment, Guo Jing held Huang Rong tightly, gently brushing , always careful not to hurt them. 　　He touched her once, then again. Huang Rong felt an intense itch in her heart and lips; this was too much… oh well, she'd better do it herself! 　　Guo Jing panicked. He was responding to his wife's passion, responding to his own, and worrying about being seen . Sweat beaded on his brow. 　　"Why are you being so careful? Brother Jing, I really want it right now," Huang Rong gasped, taking Guo Jing 's hand and placing it on her chest. 　　"This, this…" Guo Jing realized he really did want it too, but in broad daylight, with Huang Rong 's body in front of him, how could he do it? 　　"I want it!" Huang Rong pouted, hugged him, kissed him again, and reached out her hand towards... 　　"Father—Mother—" Guo Fu's voice came from halfway up the mountain. 　　The two quickly separated, both heartbroken and flustered, frantically fixing their clothes and hair , looking incredibly awkward. Huang Rong also felt a little embarrassed, secretly glancing at the panting Guo Jing, and smiled. 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　"What's your name? What's your position?" 　　I sat in the corner of the warm room, quietly watching the attendant Nero, who could speak Han Chinese, interrogate the thin old man. 　　"Li Yuanliang, the Prefect of Biyang in the Great Song Dynasty." 　　I'm getting tired of hearing that phrase. He just says it all, ignoring everything else, and he speaks with such arrogance it's unbearable. Killing him is as easy . I don't want to kill him. I find it amusing to see his goatee when he raises his jaw. Torturing him, forcing him to submit to his weakness, is much more fun than killing him. Conquering, conquering the mind is far more interesting than conquering the body . I'm curious to see how long this withered old man can hold out. 　　Woluntai entered with armored soldiers, bringing six women with them. The room immediately erupted in weeping. 　　"Lord Wanfu, this is the old lady of the old man┅┅" Wu Luntai pointed at a fair and plump lady. She was also very panicked, but there was almost no expression on her face. Although she was not calm, she was not crying. She was probably in her fifties. She was well-kept, with not many wrinkles, and her eyes were bright. You can imagine her youthful elegance. Her dignity was quite good, but the deep resentment in her eyes was not fun. 　　"┅┅These two are the old man's concubines┅┅" The forty-year-old woman had been reduced to a puddle of mud by crying, and she was dragged when she came in. The other woman who was being fucked was very interesting and pretty. She was delicate and charming, about thirty years old, with a cat-like face, and her eyes were very flexible and floating. I found it quite interesting to look at her. She didn't seem afraid of me or the current situation. Her crying was only for the sake of the occasion. She tried her best to appear delicate and weak, but her eyes were searching for something. 　　"...This is the old man's sister..." The old man's sister was much younger than him, looking only in her early thirties She was also very thin and stubborn. If she hadn't been held down by the armored soldiers, she probably would have rushed over and fought for her life. 　　"These two are the old man's daughters." The girl who was tied up well had stopped crying. She just let her tears flow silently, while her eyes calmly observed everything, as if she was prepared to face all the humiliation to come. Her unease was only expressed through the twitching of the corners of her mouth. The other girl . She was terrified, her skirt was already wet, and she wasn't as pretty as her older sister, but she was quite cute. 　　"Bring that girl over here," I said, gesturing.

A commotion erupted. The women screamed wildly, and the old man shouted, trying to

protect .

I was annoyed and reached up to pick at my ear. "Shut them up."

The screams, the sounds of being beaten, and the curses were still quite chaotic, but it subsided after a while,

leaving only heavy breathing.

I reached out and touched the little girl's smooth face. She was trembling violently and crying violently, trying to dodge

and screaming...

"Strip her clean." I didn't look at the little girl, but turned my gaze to Li Yuanliang, whose face was covered in blood, and smiled.

The little girl was pressed against the old man's office desk. She didn't know how to face the sudden violence,

dared not move, and only screamed at the top of her lungs. Her clothes were quickly removed,

revealing her petite, fair body…

“Wait a minute!” the delicate concubine said sweetly, giving me a flirtatious wink, her

appearance quite alluring. “My lord, I have something to say.”

I gestured for the soldiers to stop and looked at the cat.

“Didn’t you want Li Yuanliang to speak? Then you should deal with the person Li Yuanliang cherishes most.

What’s so interesting about this little girl?” She gently brushed away the soldiers’ hands, stood up, straightened her clothes, and

walked gracefully over.

I had never seen a woman walk like that before; it was like flowing waves, or willow branches swaying in the wind.

The expression also very special. I felt something was aroused by her, and my heart began to pound.

"Oh, my lord!" Her voice was sweet and soft. She seemed startled when I pulled her into my arms

, flinching slightly. Her hand rested on my chest, but instead of pushing me away, she gently pressed it.

"What good idea do you have?" I moved closer, inhaling the scent of her neck. It was so delicate. Her

neck was slender and soft; I could see the veins pulsating beneath her tender skin. I wanted to take a bite. The scent was also very

pleasant, not overpowering, but a subtle, refreshing fragrance. Han Chinese women were indeed different.

They weren't as fair-skinned as the blond women, but they were delicate and graceful, without that lingering, unpleasant odor.

I chuckled, wrapping my arms around her slender waist, while my other hand reached towards her chest. My hands touched something

soft and yielding, accompanied by a shy tremor. Damn, I felt an urge to fuck her right then and there! Her breasts weren't particularly large

or , but she knew how to use them. She used

her evasiveness to arouse a man's curiosity, and I was seduced. "No, your hands are too heavy, they hurt," she said sweetly, her

eyes sparkling, her body writhing in my arms, her face a captivating mix of reproach and amusement.

She was so light; with just a gentle lift, she was sitting on my lap.

"Ouch!" she gasped softly, placing her hand under her buttocks, as if bothered by my erect

penis , but her hand conveniently pressed down on it. Seemingly shy, seemingly delighted, seemingly

surprised, she murmured, "My lord..." She lowered her head, her face flushed.

"Oh! This is fun!" I laughed, supporting her waist and making her sit on my lower abdomen with her legs spread apart. I thrust my

lower body against her through her clothes, my hands freely grasping her buttocks, which were still very soft.

That slightly intoxicated smile gave me a great sense of accomplishment, and this feeling fueled my burning desire. She was very

skilled , practically an expert. She responded to my thrusts, occasionally rubbing her soft lower body against

mine, her hands pressed against my chest as if for support, but her palms and fingers gave me some very

unusual sensations.

"My lord, do you think that little girl isn't fun at all?"

"Yes, you're the only fun one!" I laughed, tearing open her shirt to reveal her two not-so-

impressive but very white and soft breasts, then grabbing them hard, her fair skin quickly turning red...

"Ouch, ouch, my lord is so strong." She moaned sweetly, her hands reaching to untangle

the bun on top of her head.

Her expression remained unchanged, alluring and seductive, her body constantly arousing my

passion . Her long hair cascaded down like a shimmering waterfall. Suddenly, she became a little mysterious, a six-inch

silver hairpin appearing in her hand. One end of the hairpin was pointed, not particularly sharp, but it looked deadly enough. She gripped the hairpin

with all her might...

"How fun!"

My hand left her breast for a moment, deftly deflecting the fatal blow. I supported her

elbow , gave it a push, then a lift, and a crisp "crack" sound rang out.

Her expression completely changed, becoming frenzied. The excruciating pain of the dislocated arm seemed insignificant.

Fierce flames blazed in her eyes. "Mongolian jackal, I'll fight you to the death!" Her voice became shrill and somewhat

hoarse. She still had one arm; she still had her head.

My excitement grew even stronger. This was a completely new experience. I'd tried rape, date rape, gang rape, and

sodomy—none of it was new to me. I'd seen countless women, but a woman who changed like this was a first.

The more intense her transformation, the more I loved it!

After dislocating her other arm, she tried to headbutt me. Her beautiful face remained beautiful, but her expression was

somewhat . I thoroughly enjoyed the flames in her eyes; they were truly unique. As I reached out to pull down her skirt

, she bit my shoulder, intending to bite my neck, but I dodged.

"Nobody come near me!" I roared, contracting my muscles, gathering my inner strength, and then unleashing it back.

It hurt, but it was exhilarating. I felt like I was going crazy. I grabbed her hair, forcing her face towards me.

Her lip was split open, her teeth loose, blood flowing. Her eyes held disappointment and confusion, seemingly without

pain, then the fire reignited. "Ptooey!"

I licked the blood and saliva from my face, smiled, revealing a menacing smile. "You like to play around, don't

you? I'll play along!" I cupped her head, leaned in, and licked the blood from her face—cool and refreshing! Then I

kissed her lips. Her head shook violently, her face contorted in agony, her body thrashing like a small boat

adrift , utterly helpless…

After a moment of silence, the surroundings erupted again—curses, pleas, sobs, roars… It was chaotic.

I pulled down her skirt; it was dry there. My fingers felt astringent as they traced her labia. She

writhed wildly, trying to break free, but I didn't give her that chance. I unzipped my pants and forcefully pulled out my engorged…

His penis went in, and her body stiffened instantly, making strange sounds in her throat... The dryness of her vagina

made it difficult for me to move, and the rubbing hurt a little, but I was crazy, I felt excited and

pleasured. I laid her flat on the table, pried her legs apart, and began to thrust into her relentlessly...

Her face was covered in blood, her hair stained with blood and stuck to her face, her eyes had lost their luster, and she

just stared blankly at Li Yuanliang, who was tied to the pillar. A tear rolled down her cheek, washing away the blood and

revealing a fresh color. Suddenly, she gave Li Yuanliang a faint smile, and then struggled to close her

eyes...

Her vagina was wet, and the movements were very pleasurable. As I thrust in and out, I grabbed and kneaded her breasts,

forcefully tearing open her delicate skin with my fingernails, revealing the pinkish stuff and blood inside, and then I knelt down and

licked, sucking hard. Her body writhed violently, convulsing wildly, but she didn't utter a single painful

groan, only letting out short, drawn-out breaths that spoke of her suffering. The uncontrolled contractions of her muscles fueled my desire

; her vagina underwent a strange transformation, she gripped me tighter, and I was close to climaxing.

"If you don't talk, I won't let any of them go!" I gritted my teeth, walked up to Li Yuanliang, grinned,

and gently smeared the blood on his goatee. "You still have wives, concubines, and daughters. Oh, and your sister

is quite pretty too. Tell us everything we want to know, and you'll be fine, and

the women will be fine too."

Unexpectedly, Li Yuanliang looked at me calmly and smiled,

a .

Laugh? Laugh at your mother's laughter! What's so funny? Are you crazy?! I reached out and slapped him across the face.

He still laughed.

I slapped him again with the backhand, this time harder. His head tilted to the side, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he still laughed,

opening his bloodied mouth and bursting into loud laughter, hot tears streaming down his face.

I was furious, but my hand froze in mid-air, unable to strike.

*** *** *** ***

The troops moved into their designated positions, silently, only the rustling of footsteps could be heard.

Guo Jing stood beside Huang Rong, gently draping his own robe over her shoulders. A pang of heartache gripped him; he knew

Huang Rong's hard work was all for him. She didn't care much for the country, and held the Southern Song court in

contempt. She selflessly supported him and Xiangyang with her intelligence and wisdom.

Was it all for him? Huang Rong sensed his deep concern. She clutched the robe

tighter, turning her head slightly to look at Guo Jing standing in the moonlight, then shifting her gaze

to the soldiers moving methodically. This was the most thrilling challenge, wasn't it? What could

be more challenging than using one's wisdom to decide the outcome of a battle? Everything new gets boring eventually, but war is something that

will never repeat itself; it will always be fresh and exciting. Life and death are decided in a single plan. Success or failure? Huang Rong felt a little tired, carrying too much on her shoulders. The lives of tens of thousands of soldiers had been entrusted to her

without complaint , and there were also hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Xiangyang. Could she handle it? She should be able to, right? Otherwise, what could she do? This was no longer just a challenging game; it carried so much expectation and trust. With that , what was there to regret in this life? 　　Strolling through the streets of Biyang, I was surrounded by noise and thick smoke. Embers from burning embers danced in the air, and crimson bloodstains were visible on the ground. Desperate screams echoed from every corner. Darkness gradually fell ; there was no sun that day. 　　I walked alone, unsure whether I was smug or pondering something. I'd experienced this countless times before; I shouldn't have any more reservations. I won, so you have to listen to me . I'm the strong one; I should enjoy victory. What's wrong with that? At least I don't think there's anything wrong with it . But this time it seemed somewhat different. Closing my eyes, that final smile flickered before me; the lingering sorrow from when she closed her eyes remained. She must be dead, right? I remembered her; she was the first Han Chinese woman I had both won and destroyed. 　　Suddenly, the gate to a nearby courtyard swung open, and a young man covered in blood dragged a girl, barely clothed, out. Seeing me, he shielded the screaming girl with his body, his eyes burning with fury. 　　I stared blankly at them, not really wanting to fight. Although killing the young man would have been easy, I just felt too lazy to kill someone powerless. 　　A moment of confrontation. 　　Three armored warriors rushed out of the gate with a strange scream. Two were almost naked, and the third was unarmored; blood was still dripping from their blades. They didn't see me; they just fiercely pounced on the young man. Soon, he fell to the ground, blood no longer flowing, but splattering everywhere, along with bits of flesh… The distraught girl huddled in the corner, trembling, then was dragged back into the courtyard by her hair. 　　I looked up at the sky, feeling a pang of unease. I was struck by the young man's courage. He clearly had no strength, yet he was trying his best to protect the girl, even at the cost of his life. What gave him such courage? Even in death, he was a warrior, wasn't he? 　　Around the corner, a troop of cavalry came galloping by, bloodied heads hanging from the bells around their horses' necks. On the saddles either valuables or half-naked women. The soldiers boasted to each other about their exploits. 　　Fires were lit in the houses, and several soldiers ran out with torches, laughing . 　　From inside came the heart-wrenching screams of a woman. A completely naked woman screamed as she ran from the courtyard, a truly grotesque sight; her flesh swayed with her movements , and her howls were particularly piercing. Reaching a well, she jumped in without hesitation. 　　"Jumped?" a soldier chased after her. 　　"Mommy!" a little girl struggled and cried in the arms of another soldier. 　　"She jumped." 　　"Let her jump, this little girl is really energetic!" The soldiers laughed, and right by the well, they pressed the girl down to the ground, then formed a circle around her, unzipped their pants, and urinated on her. The girl was immediately soaked, lying motionless with her eyes staring blankly in my direction.

Back at the government office, Woluntai prepared a very elegant room for me. The battle reports from the front had already arrived.

"An empty city?" I found it unbelievable. Tongbai was, after all, the most important military

stronghold , a crucial transit point for the Xiangyang garrison and the volunteer army entrenched on Jigong Mountain. They had actually abandoned

such an important place on their own initiative. What was going on? I pulled myself back from the chaos. After all, figuring out the enemy

's intentions was much more interesting, and I enjoyed it.

Another battle report came from Mohetai's vanguard camp. They had captured Lishan Ferry and were

collecting boats to build a pontoon bridge.

The troops on the front were also gradually assembling and had begun to encircle Nanyang.

The left-wing group also crossed the Han River and began its attack on Shiyan.

The net had been cast, and the powerful war machine was operating efficiently, making Xiangyang the focal point once again.

A lingering doubt remained in my mind.

"Order the entire army to rest as soon as possible. At dawn, we will go to Lishan Ferry."

*** *** *** ***

Night fell. Huang Rong sat in the newly built thatched hut, her hand pressed against her stomach, as if she could feel movement.

Guo Jing returned from outside, his head shrouded in a thin mountain mist. "Biyang is finished," Guo Jing said, his voice

filled with deep resentment.

"Have the troops from Tongbai all gone?"

"Yes, some went to Xiangyang, and others went to Jigong Mountain."

"Brother Jing, he's moving!" Huang Rong didn't want to worry anymore. She didn't like to worry; she just wanted to do her best with

what . Now that everything was almost ready, shouldn't she stop worrying? And Guo Jing

really should relax a bit.

Guo Jing looked at Huang Rong's happy face under the lamplight, smiled, and gently pressed her

swollen belly. It really was! One, two, three... Guo Jing smiled; it was a feeling of happiness, a new

life, and he thought about the future.

"Rong'er, once we get through this, we'll go back to Peach Blossom Island, just you and me, and our

child ."

"Then you'll teach martial arts, and I'll teach poetry and literature..."

"You can't spoil her anymore, don't be like Fu'er."

"What's wrong with Fu'er?" Huang Rong flicked Guo Jing's forehead with her finger, feigning

anger .

Guo Jing bent down, pressing his face against Huang Rong's stomach, listening intently.

Huang Rong reached out and stroked Guo Jing's hair, feeling her body warming up. "Brother Jing, I miss you so much

."

"No, no, you'll hurt the baby." Guo Jing quickly got up, panting heavily.

"Being careful shouldn't be a problem."

"Then, then..."

Guo Fu couldn't fall asleep. This rickety plank, even with the straw underneath, was still very hard. She regretted

coming here; her soft bed at home was so much better. Why did she have to suffer like this? The bed was hastily made by Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen

, and it was very uncomfortable. Moreover, this dilapidated hut was stuffy and damp. Guo Fu decided not to sleep and went to find her mother.

She heard noises coming from the hut, very faint but chaotic, like breathing and rubbing sounds.

Guo Fu's heart started pounding for some reason. Was it because of these sounds? Guo Fu was a fifteen-year-old girl. Although

no one had ever spoken to her about matters of men and women, she had vaguely acquired some knowledge from somewhere,

and combined with her own imagination… she felt a little embarrassed. How could a girl think about such things?

Guo Fu touched her face—wow! It was burning hot! Her heart pounded, and

something It itched, and she felt a pang of

panic, wanting to run away immediately. But… a very soft laugh, very soft, yet possessing a magic that

could melt one's bones… Guo Fu quietly approached the thatched hut, held her breath, and slowly moved her eyes to the

small crack, peering inside.

The hut was pitch black, only the hot sounds continued… Who was smacking their lips? As her eyes

adjusted to the darkness, Guo Fu froze in the sliver of light.

She saw her mother leaning against her father's chest, their lips intertwined, their cheeks moving incessantly.

What were they doing? Biting?! Why were they biting? Her father's hand was actually inside her mother's bosom, as if searching for something

. Her mother's clothes heaved and rippled, but her mother's face was filled with ecstasy.

How could this be? How could a man touch a girl's body? Guo Fu covered her chest, as if

afraid her heart was pounding too hard, but the two mounds of flesh on her chest seemed to suddenly come alive, a tingling

sensation spreading from the very tip...

Guo Fu stared intently into the thatched hut, her hand twitching slightly. My God! That strange feeling suddenly started

spinning , a tingling numbness and tension spreading through her body involuntarily. It felt like her hair was about to fall out of her pores

, and she could barely control her heartbeat and breathing. What should she do? But it felt so good! Where was she touching

? ...

What is Mom doing? What...?! Guo Fu saw her mother's hand sliding across her father's body

, inching along his chest, lifting his robe to reveal his belly. My God!

There were two rows of moving things on his belly, and under her mother's touch, they seemed to jump and

dance?

Mom and Dad fell down together. Guo Fu saw Mom's hands unbuttoning Dad's pants, while Dad's hands

slipped under Mom's skirt. Mom's legs rubbed together nervously, making a rustling sound…

Guo Fu felt a sudden tension. The itching in her lower body felt like a sharp sword piercing her spine. Yes, that intense

feeling was rapidly piercing through her spine, yet it wasn't quite like that; it felt like it was

spreading uncontrollably up every inch of her skin. But the most unbearable part was, of course, her lower body. Guo Fu felt a little pain, from biting her

lip too hard. But the pain was so stimulating, it seemed even her lips were itchy, and biting seemed

to provide some relief. Her hand involuntarily slid across her body, landing between her legs, giving it a squeeze. Oh,

that electric shock sensation returned…

Her mother's hand pulled her father's pants down a little, and Guo Fu's gaze immediately focused on that unsettling

thing. Against the backdrop of her mother's snow-white hand, the bulging thing appeared dark. Her mother's hand…

As she stroked that thing, it seemed to come alive, bouncing and contracting. She watched as the umbrella-shaped

protrusion at the top gradually turned crimson, becoming glistening and moist at its very tip. What was it for?

Guo Fu dared not look any longer; her heart was pounding uncontrollably. Yet,

the rubbing sounds coming from inside and her father's strange, low growl were incredibly tempting.

Guo Fu pressed even more urgently on her most itchy spot, feeling her muscles twitch

uncontrollably, a tingling sensation that was strangely pleasurable. She couldn't resist pressing

closer, and saw that her mother's body had turned inwards; she was lying on her side, while her father's body was pressed tightly against

her mother 's back, moving rhythmically. This was the first time she had seen a mature man's buttocks; they were very different.

The muscles on them were moving, and with each movement, those buttocks displayed an explosive power... Her

steps became a little unsteady, and Guo Fu felt herself floating, not even knowing how she had escaped

; her mind was a complete mess.

"Who?!" an oblivious fellow shouted.

Guo Fu was startled, her whole body covered in a fine sweat. Looking in the direction of the voice, she saw Wu Dunru huddled

behind a tree.

"Me," Guo Fu replied irritably, finding Wu Dunru's actions strange. Why was he clutching

his stomach ? "What are you doing?"

"It's Fu-mei," Wu Dunru smiled awkwardly, still not emerging from behind the tree. "Um, um

... Fu-mei, why aren't you sleeping?"

"Big Brother Wu, I'm really confused. Will you talk to me for a bit?"

"Um... Fu-mei, you should go to sleep. There might be a war tomorrow." Wu Dunru had no choice but to clutch

his stomach; he had wet his pants. He couldn't let Guo Fu know, or his image would be

ruined.

"Hmph! I'm ignoring you!" Guo Fu stormed off.

Wu Dunru clicked his tongue a few times. Why didn't he want to talk to her? But this was just too embarrassing.

Someone nearby chuckled. Wu Dunru looked over and saw Wu Xiuwen's gloating expression, and

his mind went blank.

Guo Fu still couldn't sleep; the erotic and steamy images kept flashing through her mind as she closed her eyes. Her underwear was wet,

clinging to her thighs, cool and refreshing, but she really wanted to experience that ecstatic spasm again. She longed for it so much.

Guo Fu wrapped her lower body in the robe Wu Dunru had placed on the hay, and after making sure no one was around, she

gently pulled down her pants. Her buttocks were pricked by the hay, but it didn't matter; she'd get started right away!

She ran her hand down her lower abdomen, gliding over the soft pubic hair, then touching the damp

tissue. A wave of tingling and tension washed over her. She pressed her middle finger against her most desired spot, then

rubbed her labia with her index and ring fingers. Her body grew hot, her nerve endings twisting and relaxing

, her legs trembling involuntarily, trembling and trembling, until that moment came…

Images of her father’s thing, her father’s buttocks, and what else? The man,

inexplicably , was thinking of Yang Guo, who had been dirty since childhood, at this moment.

Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen heard strange noises coming from the thatched hut. The prettiest girl, Fu Mei, seemed to have suffered some

injustice ; her rapid breathing was mixed with a strange, almost sobbing murmur,

intermittent and intermittent. What was happening? The two brothers exchanged a glance and quietly approached the hut…

*** *** *** ***

Dahong Mountain, I will forever remember this name. This was originally a small mountain range on my route as I led my troops westward to achieve my strategic objective of capturing

Jingmen and cutting off the Song army's connection between Xiangyang and Jingzhou.

Yet, it left an indelible mark on my heart, a mark of shame, a seed of hatred.

I don't know why Kublai Khan broke his promise and didn't come to see me at the Lishan ferry; he only sent someone with

a military order urging me to advance.

Crossing the river at Lishan ferry went smoothly, and

there was no sign of us even entering the Dahong Mountain area.

There were two routes through the Dahong Mountains: a northern mountain road and a relatively gentle southern road that

passed through valleys. Perhaps I was overconfident in my troops, and also, I

seriously underestimated the Song army's field combat capabilities as demonstrated in our two encounters. They were good at defending cities, but when it came to open field battles, well… I chose

the more convenient southern route.

Underestimating the enemy was certain, and consecutive victories easily breed arrogance, and I was no exception.

However , I felt my arrangement was quite effective. Two thousand-man squads guarded the Lishan ferry crossing, occupying

the villages of Luodian and Xinqiao, forming a defensive perimeter to secure the retreat and transport supplies. The two squads dismounted and advanced along the ridges on

either side . Mohetai's troops served as the vanguard, conducting armed reconnaissance throughout the valley. Three thousand-man squads in the center

formed an advancing mass formation, reinforcing the flanks. Two more thousand-man squads were stationed as rear guard. I was quite confident

, especially since the scouts hadn't reported any Song troops lying in ambush on Dahong Mountain.

The ambush was sudden; when a fluttering yellow flag was raised on the main peak of Dahong Mountain,

the Song troops , their battle cries echoing through the valley. In an instant, the clear blue sky seemed to be veiled by a layer of blood red.

The sunlight was momentarily obscured by the flying arrows, rolling logs, and rocks, like a dark cloud covering the sun. Even

the faces of the charging Song soldiers seemed clearly visible; the blades of their spears and single-edged swords gleamed with

a chilling light , and their eyes were filled with hatred.

The troops, caught off guard by the sudden attack, experienced localized chaos.

In that initial moment, my feelings were hard to describe—shock and a chilling coldness. My mind

went blank for a moment, but as cold sweat broke out, I struggled to pull myself

out of my shock. First and foremost, I couldn't panic. My brothers, who had shared life and death with me, were in this valley of death; they were all counting on

me!

I looked up, searching for the two thousand-man infantry units. I found them; a fierce

battle . I also located the core of the Song army; shadowy figures

flickered beside the yellow flag fluttering on the main peak.

Huang Rong's face showed no sign of relief; she was beginning to understand why Guo Jing had fought so hard at Shenyu Ridge Pass.

That's how difficult it is. Now, almost all the initiative is in their own hands: the terrain, the advantage in troop strength, the advantage

in troop type , the meticulous planning, the suddenness of the attack—everything is within their expectations and control. The

only obstacle is the formidable fighting force displayed by the attacked army after overcoming the initial chaos;

the four units quickly began fighting independently.

Mountain warfare was disadvantageous for mounted charges, so they dismounted and used sabers to hack and slash. Accurate arrows effectively wounded the surrounding

enemies, and they immediately organized a counterattack, frantically rushing towards the high ground in the valley. Everything seemed

to be done in an orderly manner... Most terrifyingly, the red flag embroidered with a flying tiger was finally

raised , gradually unifying the actions of the previously independent troops through flag signals. Calm in the face of danger, undeterred by defeat,

this was an extremely formidable army.

We broke through the encirclement, escaped the pursuit, defeated the Song army that came to seize the ferry at Luodian, crossed the river, and destroyed the pontoon bridge...

By the time we finally stopped at our rear camp at Lishan Ferry, it was already dusk.

The setting sun was like blood, and even the rolling river seemed red. Warhorses, having lost their masters, neighed mournfully, and wounded brothers

endured their pain. Everywhere was desolate. I walked through the various camps, watching

my comrades , and a cold chill grew in my heart. This was a complete failure, a disgrace. Of

the six thousand brothers who went into the mountains, more than three thousand were wiped out in one fell swoop. Even worse, I lost four centurions who had fought alongside me for many years

. The taste of failure is unpleasant, but the taste of losing a comrade-in-arms is even more unpleasant. I remembered the name

Huang Rong .

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