"Youyou Cang Tian, why do you treat me less favorably?"
In the Wuzhangyuan where the autumn wind rustled, Zhuge Liang, who had white hair on his temples, closed his eyes tightly. In the past, he was so high-spirited, wearing a feather fan and a turban, chatting with the scholars, but today he looked up to the sky and sighed. He died before he left the army, making the hero burst into tears. With the last drop of tears in the corner of his eyes, his hands softened, and the feather fan he was holding tightly fell to the ground.
"Captain! The Shu army has retreated across the board."
In the camp of the Wei army, Sima Yi, a wily man with a long beard and short sideburns, was studying the terrain map, and his eldest son Sima Shi hurriedly came to report.
Hearing this, Sima Yi obviously didn't believe it. He raised his eyebrows, turned around, and walked back and forth thoughtfully: "Huh? The entire Shu army retreats?"
Combined with Zhuge Liang's recent dietary situation, Sima Yi suddenly laughed heartily and looked greedily ahead, as if he saw victory! There was a sense of relief: "Zhuge Liang must be dead! Send an order to the three armies to pursue him immediately!"
Soon after, tens of thousands of Wei troops came in pursuit. Ambushing behind, Sima Yi still looked at the Shu army with suspicion.
Although the Shu army was weak, the flag with the word "Zhuge" in it was particularly eye-catching. "Ah? Father! Look! Zhuge Liang?"
Sima Zhao was holding the sword in one hand tremblingly and said in horror.
Before he could finish speaking, the Shu army started killing loudly, and they saw the wooden sculpture of Zhuge Liang sitting on the wheel, which was somewhat lifelike in the peripheral light. He held a feather fan in his hand, his eyes were shining, and there was a hint of a smile from a distance?
Sima Yi, who really saw this scene, immediately buried his head on the horse, turned around, and said with a trembling voice: "Quick! Get out!"
At this moment, the mighty Wei army unexpectedly
