But even if they climb up, what if they do?

After making a lot of efforts, what will they think?

Is it resentment or regret?

Guo Jia suddenly discovered that there were many things in this big tent that he had never carefully observed before.

I won’t mention the ants on the wooden pillar. There is also a spider web on the corner of the beam of the big tent. Two or three moths seem to be stained with the spider web. The torches inserted on the wooden pillars have made the beam above dark...

How long has it been since he carefully observed the surroundings and felt these subtle changes?

Every day when he was not sick, there were countless things. There were always endless texts to be approved, there were always emergencies that made him unable to rest with peace of mind, there were always, and it was always the case.

He also thought that this was his responsibility and something he had to do, but now it seems that the result is not the case. Even without his presidency, the Zhongtiaoshan Camp is still in operation and the Tongguan Camp is still operating as usual.

So what about this great man’s world?

He thought he was very important to the world at present, but what about it?

『Military advisor...Military advisor...』 Lu Chang called out and pulled Guo Jia's dispersed and somewhat chaotic thoughts back, "Military advisor, what should we do now?"

Guo Jia grinned weakly.

You are a living person who is roaming around. Now you ask me what to do? But he is not afraid of death because he believes that his life has been fully burned and shining. His name will remain in the history of the Han Dynasty, and someone will remember him in the future and will talk about him.

It's a pity...

In this life, I did not climb the highest mountain, see the largest sea, see the vastest desert, and did not go to the most winding rivers...

Guo Jia suddenly realized that in his life, until death came, he still had so many things he wanted to do but never did.

Before, Guo Jia thought he still had a chance and time.

It turns out that in life, it is not only alcohol that can intoxicate people, not only sex that can excite, nor is it only Wushi San that can make people feel happy.

Guo Jia suddenly understood why Li Ru went west in the last time of his life...

Because that period was Li Ru’s last time as himself and as a human being.

It is a person with flesh and blood, laughing and drinking, not a dog, a cow, or a horse.

What a lucky thing is it to be a human being?

One in a million probability, the pain of ten months of pregnancy, and the hardship of raising more than ten years.

Why be a dog?

Or willing to be a cow and a horse?

"Military advisor, military advisor?" Lu Chang urged, with a little panic, "I, what are we going to do next? Military advisor?"

Guo Jia looked over slowly and coughed a few times. He felt something was surging up, so he tried his best to suppress it.

After a few breaths, Guo Jia ordered, "Get the pen and ink..."

『Quick! Get the pen and ink quickly!』

As Guo Jia spoke, it seemed that everyone in the tent was a little lighter, but soon realized that this might be Guo Jia's last words or suicide notes. Unfortunately, when the pen and ink came, Guo Jia's hands were shaking violently and could not be written in words at all.

Lu Chang came forward to take the pen, "Military advisor, I'll write it."

Guo Jia wanted to write not to write a suicide note about the family property, but to sort out Cao Cao's subsequent strategic direction issues.

Perhaps it is life and death that the outcome of a war is no longer the most important issue for Guo Jia, which also allows him to finally break away from the limitations of this war and jump out of this battlefield to think about the entire grand strategy and direction.

"The cavalry is like Qin."

This is the first sentence Guo Jia said.

People from Shandong said that Fei Qian was like the Former Qin Dynasty and was a teacher of tigers and wolves. The four words "Tiger and wolves" not only contained a belittlement of Fei Qian, but also expressed his fear of "Tiger and wolves" and his helplessness in "communicating" with him.

However, this Qin-like statement is often left to speak verbally, and now Guo Jia specifically emphasized it before his death, to explain what is it?

Before Lu Chang could figure it out, Guo Jia slowly said the second sentence.

"Victory and defeat are not outside, but inside."

"Hmm?" Lu Chang was stunned. His hands didn't stop, but his heart was rolling.

What does this mean? Could it be that it is talking about the current issue of money and food? Or that it is about soldiers. And who wins and who loses this "win and loses"? If "win and loses" is just the so-called internal factors, then where is the effect of external factors? Or...

"sky……"

Guo Jiagang said a word and suddenly started coughing.

The fishy smell that had been suppressed by Guo Jia before surged up tenaciously, and then blocked his throat and trachea.

Guo Jia's face turned red, and the veins on his forehead seemed to burst into pieces in the next moment of coughing.

『Doctor! Doctor!!』

Lu Chang shouted.

There was a panic in the tent.

The doctor who had not walked away from the tent quickly ran into the tent again. After a long period of massage and guidance, the bloody phlegm that blocked Guo Jia's throat finally coughed out, and then spit out a large amount of blood clots, which was extremely fishy.

Guo Jia tried his best to breathe, like a worn bellows. He was unable to support his body and lay softly on the bed.

『Military advisor, you haven't finished speaking yet..." Lu Chang couldn't help crying, 『Military advisor, what did you say, what is the heaven? What is the world?"

Guo Jia gasped.

The world...

He can no longer care about the world.

Guo Jia turned his head and looked at the personal servant who had already cried.

The attendant understood and hurried forward and knelt in front of Guo Jia's bed.

『Home... yard... under the tree... wine... 』 Guo Jia gasped and said with difficulty. Every time he said a word, some blood was flowing out. 『After the war...... he... won...

The attendant was crying so hard that he couldn't speak, but just nodded desperately and then kowtowed deeply.

Guo Jia turned his eyes and looked at the sky outside the tent. His cheeks moved slightly, as if he had recalled the ups and downs of his own life.

His life was like a meteor, passing through the chaotic sky in the late Han Dynasty, short and dazzling.

Now, the meteor finally fell.

It was like Sima Yi shot out the light when he attacked the camp and landed on Zhongtiao Mountain.

Fall down, dissipate.

The people around him looked at the once wise counselor, but now they could only lie there quietly, feeling inexplicably sad, but they also knew that Guo Jia's life was about to end and they could do nothing.

Guo Jia let out his last sigh, his voice faintly, I don’t know if it was a feeling or reluctance to leave.

This is the voice he ends up staying in this world.

His way ends here.

In the ninth year of Taixing, summer.

Guo Jia and Guo are filial and are ill and destined to Zhongtiao Mountain.
Chapter completed!