The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

The shouts of killing have been going on for a long time in the valley, and soldiers from Shu and Wei are constantly bumping into each other.

Since the war, the armies of Shu and Wei have never been separated, with constant casualties, and the empty space in the valley was filled in half a day.

At this time, the rear of the Wei army was looking at the battle formation in the distance. Sima Yi, who was wearing armor, had a cold look in his eyes.

"how long it has been?"

When the voice of inquiry rang out, the deputy general beside him hurriedly bowed and responded: "It's been two hours since I reported back to the general."

Hearing this, Sima Yi's heart sank slightly, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

"Two hours?"

Sima Yi asked in surprise, and then saw that the two fighting parties still showed no signs of victory or defeat.

Since Cao Xiu and Cao Zhen died of illness, Cao Wei has always been in charge of the overall affairs of the state alone.

In the past few years, the Shu Han Dynasty has been going eastward, trying to attack Cao Wei in the north, but they were blocked. Now this is the fourth time.

Looking at the two warring parties in the valley, Sima Yi frowned slightly. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

After pursuing this all the way, I originally thought that according to the plan, I should break the camp in one fell swoop. Could it be that I was wrong?

The person leading the battle below is Zhang He, one of the only five good generals left in Cao Wei.

Most of the generals at the time of the First Lord were in decline, and only Zhang He was able to take on the important task at this time.

Thinking of this, Sima Yi suddenly raised his hand, and when he was about to ask the people behind him to call Jin to withdraw his troops, suddenly a hail of arrows appeared from the mountain.

The sudden change shocked everyone, and Sima Yi's expression suddenly changed.

Zhang He, who was charging into the military formation, seemed to hear the sound. When his body froze, he knew that he had fallen into a trap.

There was a sudden pain in his leg. Zhang He looked down and found that an arrow had been shot in his leg.

His face instantly turned pale, Zhang He looked up and saw another hail of arrows falling.

The sharp arrows instantly penetrated Zhang He's armor. In just a moment, Zhang He was hit by dozens of arrows.

Zhang He, whose body was covered with sharp arrows, slowly fell backward, and Cao Jun instantly panicked because his general was hit by an arrow.

Sima Yi looked at Zhuge Liang who was gently shaking his feather fan on the hillside in the distance opposite, and immediately understood that this was all Zhuge Liang's conspiracy.

After giving Zhuge Liang a fierce look, Sima Yi ordered the withdrawal.

…

In Cao's army camp, the tent was full of blood. At this time, Sima Yi in the military tent looked at the arrows that were being taken out from Zhang He's body with red eyes.

After just a quick glance, I found that there were dozens of them.

The light in Zhang He's eyes gradually dimmed as he was furious. He held Sima Yi's hand tightly and tried to say something, but after opening his mouth, he found that he could not make a sound.

After a while, Zhang He spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and the light in his eyes quickly dissipated.

In just a short moment, Zhang He lost his vitality.

Although the Northern Expedition of Shu was repelled this time, it was a loss no matter what, it was the last of the five good generals of Cao Wei.

Looking at the white snow in Cao Jun's camp, Xu Fu in the sky glanced at Zhang He's spirit in Pan Feng's hand behind him, sighed softly for a moment, and turned around to leave.

It's over, and now we're just waiting for the last person to return. After that, the chaos in the world should be calmer, right?

After seeing the chaos that lasted for nearly a hundred years, Xu Fu felt an indescribable disgust at this time.

…

After leading his army on six Northern Expeditions, Zhuge Liang, who is now old, can be said to have lived for the Northern Expedition.

Looking at the 100,000 Shu troops beside him, Zhuge Liang looked back at the tall city walls of Chengdu, with a trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

"Seven times..."

With a silent sigh, the general Wei Yan, who was standing on the horse on one side, also had mixed feelings in his heart.

After many years of fighting with the army, Wei Yan had not been favored by Zhuge Liang until now, and was mostly on guard.

In this expedition, even he didn't know where the Shu army would go to be considered a success.

"Prime Minister, this Northern Expedition..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuge Liang looked over with a cold look. Wei Yan suddenly trembled and did not dare to say anything for a while.

"lets go."

After saying a faint word, Zhuge Liang was pushed forward by the soldiers behind him. Wei Yan's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly followed.

The Shu troops came out of Xiegu. As soon as they made some movement, they were blocked by the Wei troops.

From then on, the army was stationed in Wuzhangyuan and faced off against the Wei army. Zhuge Liang knew that his body was declining, so he kept trying to find an opportunity for a decisive battle with the Shu army.

But no matter what methods you used, you did not stimulate Wei Jun.

Sima Yi, who was unable to defend himself, was like a turtle huddled in its shell, leaving Zhuge Liang speechless.

The destructive tricks continued, but Sima Yi refused to be fooled, and the confrontation with the Shu army lasted for more than a hundred days. Until Emperor Wei Ming defeated Sun Quan's army in Hefei, Sima Yi remained unmoved.

"Ahem~"

After coughing violently for a few times, Zhuge Liang stared at the Wei army camp with an ugly face and asked, "Aren't you coming out yet?"

Upon hearing the inquiry, the soldier behind him bowed and said, "General Wei Yan has called for formation several times but has not responded. The Wei army may be about to withdraw."

Hearing this, Zhuge Liang sighed softly and said, "It's not that simple. If you had retreated early, why would you have waited until now?"

While talking, Zhuge Liang began to cough violently again.

After a while, Zhuge Liang looked at the white cloth in his hand, and saw a bright red color that was quite dazzling.

Quietly holding up the white cloth, Zhuge Liang flashed a wry smile, then waved his hand and let the soldiers behind him push him back to the camp.

When the generals saw this, they didn't dare to say anything. , followed closely behind him, intending to see how the Prime Minister would deal with it.

But after Zhuge Liang returned to the camp, Zhuge Liang drove everyone out.

Zhuge Liang, who was sitting behind the desk, didn't know what he was thinking. After waiting for a moment, he suddenly spread out his hand, countless rays of light shone out, and a lampstand appeared in Zhuge Liang's hand.

After staring at the beautifully patterned lampstand, a smile suddenly appeared on Zhuge Liang's face, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

At this moment, Zhuge Liang suddenly chuckled, and then his expression became lonely.

"Are you really going to use this thing?" Zhuge Liang asked himself, but no one around heard this.

Putting the seven-star lamp in his hand on the table, Zhuge Liang's eyes were filled with a wry smile.

I remember when I first saw this lamp, I didn't want to use it at all, and I never thought that I would be like this.