Prime Minister, Please Stay, I Have a Plan

I dressed as a horse. When he opened his eyes, Jieting had been defeated. At the foot of the mountain is Zhang He, in the tent is Zhuge Liang, and outside the tent all the generals are waiting for me to be killed. I know that according to the formula of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", I will soon become the head cut off by the Prime Minister with tears. But I also know that the autumn wind in Wuzhangyuan will blow out the last lamp of Shu Han many years later. So I knelt in front of the tent and asked for just one word. "Prime Minister, before you kill me, listen to my plan." Jieting's defeat is irreversible. However, the remnant army can be saved, the food road can be protected, the people of Longyou can be stabilized, and the fate of Wuzhangyuan may not be irreversible. In this life, I don't seek to cleanse the street pavilion of its sins. I just want to push the big man one step forward before he is beheaded.