When I woke up, I became Guo Jing. Facing the Mongolian cavalry that was about to approach the city, I was stunned.
"Brother Jing, Huang Rong called softly from the side, "We need food and grass to defend the city, and there are only three months of food left in the city.
Kublai Khan was furious in his tent: "When did Guo Jing become a city-building monster?"
Huang Rong was worried: "Brother Jing, you've been saying some strange things lately..."
When modern technology collides with the world of martial arts, can I defend Xiangyang?
A greater crisis is quietly approaching - my memory is being swallowed by Guo Jing's body.
