Corpse collectors after the Battle of Xiangyang

Regarding Huang Rong's age:

In *The Return of the Condor Heroes*, Jin Yong describes Huang Rong as being around 26 or 27 years old when she first appears. When Yang Guo descends the mountain and Jinlun Fawang first appears at
the martial arts tournament, the original text describes her as being around 30 years old (I don't remember the exact wording,
but it seems to say that Yang Guo saw Huang Rong, though nearing 30, her beauty was undiminished). Considering Yang Guo
only spent four or five years training on the mountain, Huang Rong would have been 30 at that time.

Then, sixteen years later, Huang Rong is 46, which is when M?ngke was killed.

The fall of Xiangyang occurred about ten years after M?ngke's death in history, so strictly speaking, Huang Rong should have been
between 56 and 60 years old at that time.

For the sake of everyone's psychological comfort, I've set Huang Rong's age at around 40, which isn't too far off.

If you think older women lack charm, I suggest watching Michelle Yim, the first actress to play Huang Rong, in her performance on *Dancing with the Stars* a couple of years ago, as well as other clips, on Tudou or Youku . She was in her 50s
at that time . The brutal Battle of Xiangyang finally ended this morning. After massacring the city, the Mongols triumphantly marched downstream Lin'an. For over twenty miles around, there was nothing but corpses. Everyone was terrified, hiding in the mountains, too afraid to come out. I volunteered to go down the mountain to see if the Mongols had gone far enough. It was just past noon. Even a few miles from the city, the stench of death was overwhelming. From afar, it was a veritable mountain of corpses and a sea of blood . I forced myself to endure the nausea and horror and walked to the city gates, only to find a tall tombstone to the north of the city. I remembered there was no tomb here before the city fell. Getting a little closer, I saw it read: "Tomb of Guo Jing, the Golden-Sword Prince Consort." Closer still, I could see a line of smaller characters : "Standing before the unforgotten Hua Zheng." Tears welled in my eyes as I knelt beside Guo Jing's tomb, frantically kowtowing. Our eternal hero Guo Jing, had truly left us. When I was exhausted from banging my head against the ground, my face covered in blood, I realized someone was missing—my beloved fairy, Madam Guo, the heroine Huang. I examined the grave closely again; there were no other words on the tombstone, and it was a standard single burial. A surge of joy filled my heart—could it be that heroine Huang wasn't dead? Although I thought this, I'm a meticulous person, so I started walking towards the city to search. I remembered that before my troops were scattered, I last saw heroine Huang in the west of the city. At the city gate, a familiar face caught my eye—wasn't this heroine Wanyan Ping? Her pretty face was covered blood, lying quietly on the ground, her beautiful eyes staring blankly at the sky. Her clothes were completely torn, with only a few tattered pieces of clothing beneath her. There was nothing in front of her, revealing her alluring body. Her breasts were still firm, and a Mongolian arrow had penetrated deep into her left breast— her fatal wound, and her only one. Her left hand, fingers spread and stiffly half-curled, tried to cover her breasts, which had once been her pride, but she died before she could finish the movement. The legs of the female warrior Wanyan were spread wide, her private parts completely exposed. Her labia were red and swollen, covered with dried semen stains, and many intestines and internal organs spilled out, mixed with some of the warrior's own excrement—a truly gruesome sight. Above her pubic hair, her lower abdomen was a reddish-purple patch, slightly sunken, suggesting that the beastly Mongol soldiers had trampled on her abdomen after desecrating her corpse, pushing out her intestines and other filth. Looking at Wanyan Ping's corpse, I felt not only anger but also a strange sensation. I used her tattered clothes, soaked in water from the nearby ditch, to wipe away the semen stains and excrement from her private parts. I then found a cart, lifted her body, and laid it horizontally on it. Her body was still warm and very soft. I dragged it westwards. Seeing Wanyan Ping's corpse, I felt even more worried about Lady Huang, but amidst that worry, there was also a strange sense of anticipation. Because the cart was narrow, Lady Wanyan's lower body dangled outside. The cart jolted along amidst the corpses filling the city, causing her intestines to spill out even more, hanging from her crotch, growing longer and longer. I didn't notice at first, until her intestines became tangled with the wheels. I hurriedly and carefully untied her slightly steaming intestines and forcefully stuffed them back into her delicate body , apologetically stroking her pretty face: "I'm so sorry." At the gate of the Guo Mansion in the western city, I saw the naked corpse of Miss Guo Fu. She sat with her legs spread, leaning against the gate of the Guo Mansion, her left hand severed at the elbow, half of her lotus-root-like jade hand lying to one side, cut straight down from her left shoulder to her left waist, even her perpetually erect left breast was cut in half . Her severed ribs were slightly turned outwards, and her heart, lungs, stomach, liver, intestines, and other organs spilled out from the horrific wound, piling up in front of her. It seemed an enemy was about to strike her head with a knife; she desperately dodged to the right, but the prolonged battle had exhausted her, and she only managed to dodge halfway. At this point, she had no choice but to raise her left hand to block. But the enemy's strength was immense; after severing her left hand, the blade continued its momentum, cutting into her left shoulder and down to her waist. Then , the enemy shoved Guo Fu against the door, forcefully pulling the knife backward, pulling her internal organs out from the front. Miss Guo slumped weakly against the door, slowly sliding down to sit, watching her entrails spill out . I approached, thinking that this woman who usually considered herself noble was, after being hacked open, not much different from the pork Old Chen sold; her internal organs were just as foul-smelling. So she also had excrement and urine. Her clothes were also torn off by the Mongols, but she wasn't necrophiled, perhaps because she was the daughter of the great hero Guo . Miss Guo's head was lowered, her beautiful hair hanging down to cover her face. I brushed her hair aside, and her originally noble, beautiful, and reserved face appeared to be in great pain. However, her appearance didn't become horrifying or ugly because of the immense pain of her body being split open; instead, it evoked an extremely strong sense of pity. I found some long strips of cloth and, while comforting her, "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt anymore soon," I wiped away her incontinence, stuffed her internal organs back in, and tied her separated body with two horizontal strips of cloth before lifting her onto the cart. As soon as I entered, I saw the fairy-like heroine Huang bound, her clothes stripped off, her flawless body breathtakingly beautiful.

Her full, distinctly red and white breasts, her thick, dark forest of hair, her slender, supple waist, and her white, rounded buttocks
left me speechless for a long time.

I approached. She didn't have any major wounds, but her body was covered in bruises and yellowish congealed fluid, emanating
a strong odor of semen.

A spear, stuck in the ground, pierced through her genitals, impaling her on it. Judging from
the height , the spearhead should have just reached between her lungs.

Her legs hung limply on either side of the spear, her snow-white inner thighs covered in congealed blood and semen stains.
Clearly , before delivering the final blow, countless Mongol soldiers
had ravaged this renowned beauty, considered the most beautiful woman in the Central Plains.

On the face of the Yellow Heroine, a heartbreaking expression, like that of a daughter, was displayed. Her
once large and bright eyes were now closed, and tear tracks were still visible on her cheeks.

It was clear she had struggled desperately and pleaded. However, in this era of war, far
too many beautiful and chivalrous women, filled with righteous indignation, fought the enemy only to be gang-raped to death by the Mongols. Even I, a corpse collector
, have received countless corpses of female warriors from various sects, ravaged beyond recognition, brought to me by the Mongols.

And now, Huang Rong's body is twisted in a pose that would make any man's blood boil. A large amount of blood flows down the spear
shaft onto the ground. A plug is inserted into her anus, preventing her from losing control of her bladder.

But I know that once I remove this plug, it will… This is truly a masterpiece of art.

I think this might be Princess Huazheng's work of revenge for Huang Rong's husband being stolen; I imagine a large number of Mongol warriors
, disregarding casualties, captured Huang Rong alive before committing this heinous act.

My heart skipped a beat. This is the Huang Rong I've longed for day and night.

Before, she was high above, and I could only steal glances from the sidelines. Now, I can finally admire her
entire body .

I couldn't help but step forward, carefully admiring her naked body, ravaged yet still incredibly alluring.

Surprisingly, although she was over forty, aside from her slightly protruding belly, which accentuated her mature charm,
her figure was even better than her daughter's.

Although her pert breasts were covered in finger marks and bruises, indicating they had been roughly
handled by , and even her left nipple had been bitten off, leaving only a congealed blood clot;
her slender waist, suspended by the spear, made her buttocks stick out high. Her round, snow-white buttocks were now stained with blood, a
testament the treatment she had endured.

I reached out a trembling hand and gently caressed the perfect body of the female warrior, sliding down her waist and
gently parting her buttocks. When my hand touched her torn anus, I noticed
a .

She was still alive! "Save…me…" she managed to say, tears of humiliation,
pain .

I quickly lowered the spear, opened her vulva, and poured in a bottle of wound medicine.

I dared not pull the spear out immediately, as that would only hasten her death. So I left the spear inside her body,
arranged the corpses of Guo Fu and Wanyan Ping as a soft cushion, and carefully placed the female warrior Huang on it, dragging her towards
the east of the city. I knew there was a safe cellar there that was not easily discovered, where I could manipulate these
three stunning women, whom I could only look up to in ordinary times but who I could now do as I pleased.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/63085.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=63085&aspx=1

Previous Page : Married women's slave auction

Next Page : Silent gunshot

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Corpse collectors after the Battle of Xiangyang

comment Open a new window to view comments