In Linwei City, Guo Huai's face was extremely solemn, and he hurriedly walked towards a wing in the governor's mansion.
The smell of medicine in the wing was very strong, even a bit choking.
Zhang He was lying on the couch with his eyes closed tightly and his eye sockets sunken deeply. His originally thin face was now skin and bones, his lips were chapped, and his face was sickly rosy.
"How is the old general?"
Guo Huai asked in a low voice to the maid standing in front of the couch.
"Back to General Guo, the old general's fever persisted and he never woke up."
Hearing this, Guo Huai's face became even more worried.
Now that the Shu captives have arrived at the city, Qingshui City in the north is now an isolated city. Guo Huai knows in his heart that Guangwei County will fall into the hands of the Shu captives sooner or later.
He glanced at Zhang He on the couch again and said to the door, "Come in!"
I saw several strong sergeants pouring in outside the door.
The leader among them was Zhang He's personal guard.
I saw Guo Huai telling the leader, "While Linwei City is not yet surrounded and the Wei River is still passable, you should quickly take General Zhang out of the city and return to Guanzhong for treatment. Don't delay his condition."
"What will you do, General?"
Guo Huai smiled calmly, "I have the responsibility to defend the territory. Now that I have lost Shanggui, I have already sinned for losing the territory. Now I can only defend Linwei, the last fulcrum, to wait for reinforcements and redeem my merits."
"When His Majesty comes to Chang'an in person, he will definitely bring reinforcements from Guandong. With China's millions of troops, how can the Shu captives compare with China? Now they are just getting a temporary advantage. Once the army arrives, the Shu captives will definitely be unable to resist."
Having said this, a look of determination appeared on Guo Huai's face, and he waved his hand and said, "Take the old general and leave quickly!"
The sergeants took the order and began to move Zhang He.
"Be careful not to touch the wound."
Guo Huai warned from the side.
I saw that although the wound on Zhang He's left leg was bandaged, the exposed calf was not only swollen to the same thickness as his normal thigh, but was also turning black, and it looked really scary.
Zhang He groaned as he was being turned over, but his eyes still didn't open.
That night, a group of people left the city through the east gate of Linwei and quietly left the Weishui River.
Two days later, news of the destruction of Qingshui City reached Linwei.
Just when Guan Xing and Zhang Bao led the army to continue south to join Wu Yi, Feng Yong finally returned to Jicheng.
He was greeted by Shi Xianglang, the Prime Minister's Office Chief, who glared at him with a straight face.
"The Prime Minister has an order, please ask General Feng to follow you to see the Prime Minister immediately."
Xiang Lang looked at Feng Yong, his expression still angry.
Xiang Lang is a good old man with little secret of his temperament. Feng Yong can naturally guess the reason why he treats him like this.
Xiang Lang admired Ma Liang very much before and had a good relationship with Ma Su in private. Now, relying on his great achievements, he beat Ma Su violently in public. It was really humiliating and excessive. Naturally, Xiang Lang didn't like him.
But no matter what, Xiang Lang was already his grandfather, so Feng Yong just pretended not to see Xiang Lang's resentment.
How can a young and energetic general who has won a great victory be successful if he doesn't become more domineering?
"The last general, Feng Yong, came back after being ordered to meet the prime minister."
Feng Yong was led into the front yard living room of the Ji Prefect's Mansion, where Zhuge Liang was sitting with his head down and reviewing something. There were a lot of documents piled on his desk.
"We're back!" The Han Prime Minister looked up at Feng Yong, looking a little tired. He sighed and waved his hand to let the others go down.
Then he pointed to the table next to him and said, "There is water there. If you are thirsty, pour it yourself."
"Thank you, Prime Minister." Feng Yong quickly stepped forward, poured a bowl, and brought it to Zhuge Liang. "Prime Minister, you have to handle so many government affairs while leading the army. It's really hard. Let's drink some water first."
Zhuge Liang rubbed his forehead helplessly, "If you can abide by the rules outside, why do you need to act like this in front of me now?"
"What the Prime Minister said is wrong. The Prime Minister can be regarded as half of my maternal uncle. It is natural for him to pour you a bowl of water. Why is it so pretentious?"
Feng Yong put down the bowl, then picked up another bowl and rinsed it carefully with water. Then he poured himself water again and drank it.
When Zhuge Liang heard this, he had a dumbfounded look on his face, "Five years ago, I asked you to work in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but you would rather just have a few hundred acres of land. But now you are saying that I am half of your uncle, you are so shameless, It’s the only one in the world.”
Feng Yong chuckled.
"Now someone tells me that you relied on yourself to achieve military success, showed no military discipline, and abused lynching. Tell me, what did you think at the time?"
Zhuge Liang himself also picked up the bowl and took a sip of water, and asked warmly.
"Who is it? So shady?"
Feng Yong was startled and secretly thought that Xiang Lang had an open-minded temperament? At such an age, he still behaves like a villain and complains behind his back?
"You don't care who it is, just tell me what you think? Are you really relying on merit and showing no military discipline?"
Feng Yong found a seat below and sat down, looking at Zhuge Liang, "Prime Minister, there is no one else here, so don't fool me with those words that fool outsiders. If I don't do this, I will really be like Ma Di." …”
"Um?"
Zhuge Liang glared at him.
"Well, well, when that Martha... um, um, it's not too much to betray him and give him the death penalty, right?"
"Ma Su didn't recognize people well, acted improperly when facing the enemy, and didn't know how to gather the defeated troops after the defeat. He only committed one crime, which is not considered a death penalty. However, considering several crimes together, the death penalty is not excessive."
Zhuge Liang admitted, and then sighed, "I was also wrong about this. When I knew he was camping on the mountain, I shouldn't have allowed him to continue to command the army. Just because he was on good terms with me, I still had selfish motives after all."
"And in this Northern Expedition, I was a little too hasty. In the battle of Jieting, Li Sheng condoned lawlessness, and Ma Di fled after the first encounter. The problem is not that there are few soldiers, but that the military discipline is unclear."
"On the other hand, the troops you lead are well versed in giving orders and obeying orders. That's why they are able to defeat Zhang He and other famous generals like Jieting. Therefore, after the Northern Expedition, I want to show what I have lost in the territory, strengthen my troops and use force, reduce my troops and save my generals. Punish and think about mistakes, and learn how to adapt."
When Feng Yong heard this, he was extremely surprised, "The Prime Minister defeated Cao Zhen in Wudu, and tens of thousands of Cao's thieves were wiped out. How can there be any loss?"
"How can tens of thousands of Cao Cao's thieves compare with the Northern Expedition?" Zhuge Liang shook his head, "If there are any mistakes in the Northern Expedition, Ma Di will definitely have to sacrifice his head."
"Although there is danger now, the overall situation has finally been decided. You beat him up in front of the army officers and humiliated him too much. I can't use severe punishment here."
Feng Yongyu said angrily, "I also want to kill him to sacrifice the soldiers, but Hanzhong is what it is today, and he has contributed a lot to it, and Nanxiang has also received a lot of care from him."
"Besides, there aren't as many talented people in the Han Dynasty as there are in Cao Cao. It's not wise to kill talented people when the world is uncertain. So trying to lose some reputation and spare his life can be regarded as leaving some vitality for the Han Dynasty. Bar."
This was the first time Zhuge Liang heard someone express his personal anger in such a high-sounding way.
Immediately he nodded appreciatively, "It's rare for you to think like this. If I don't fulfill you, I will let down your wishes. In this case, then do it right: you beat him, I will punish you. Now that I have fulfilled Ma Su, How about asking you to gain the hearts of the generals?"
"What punishment? How?"
Feng Yong suddenly felt something was wrong.
"I'll punish you with dozens of military sticks," Zhuge Liang said calmly. "Ma Di was beaten by you and fell ill after arriving in Jicheng. Now he is almost alive. I didn't expect that at such a young age, you would be so cruel. So vicious."
Ma Su is about to die of illness?
After hearing the news, Feng Tibi was so frightened that he stood up immediately, his face turned pale.
"Prime Minister, don't talk nonsense. He was obviously fine after I beat him. Now he is sick because he is not in good health. What does it have to do with me beating him? How can this matter be blamed on me?"
