Three days later, the enemy soldiers detained.

Guo Shuhan really lived up to the prestige of "the pillar of the country". He took advantage of the strong city walls and favorable terrain to firmly hold the last pass to Changning.

Shi Xue'an's army was once again defeated.

This time the army included a number of Gentile soldiers. They had only heard of General Guo's prestige from their fathers, and after this battle, they all had a more intuitive feeling.

It's just that they can no longer convey this feeling to the living.

Zhang Gonggong, the eunuch of the prison army in Tongguan, danced happily. He ordered someone to write a war report and send it to Changning overnight.

After that, Gonggong Zhang immediately instructed the cooking soldiers to prepare a celebratory banquet.

Guo Shuhan said calmly: "Gonggong Zhang, I'm afraid it's not time to celebrate now. Although they were defeated this time, they were not completely defeated. There is a saying in the Western Regions that a camel is bigger than a horse. We'd better be careful."

Gonggong Zhang was a little unhappy in his heart, but immediately smiled and said, "The old general is really a model for my generation. However, we believe that celebrating properly can boost morale a little. Now that the soldiers are very tired, it should be beneficial for everyone to perform this kind of ceremony."

The eunuchs of the supervising army have a high level of power in the army, and General Guo is now old, and he has lost the sharpness of the-for-tat confrontation with this kind of eunuch when he was young.

He thought for a moment and said, "That's just as my father-in-law said. However, the scene should not be too big, and the soldiers should take turns on duty, so be sure to stay awake."

Grandpa Zhang arched his hand and said, "That's nature. Let's go down."

After saying that, he bowed and walked slowly.

Guo Shuhan looked at his back as he left, and secretly clenched his fists.

For three consecutive days, Tongguan was peaceful.

On the fourth day, news came from the scouts - the generals Guo Ziyi and Li Guangbi besieged Luoyang, the capital of the Great Yan State. At first, the two sides were at loggerheads, but two days later, Ning Fuhai gradually lost the upper hand.

Guo Shuhan was happy in his heart: I am not dead!

Zhang Gonggong said: "If you hold on for another day or two, it is estimated that Shi Xue'an will go back to the rescue." When the time comes, as long as we send some soldiers to pursue us, we will definitely be able to win a great victory."

Guo Shuhan listened and looked at the map, uncommittal.

Next.

"Report——! General, Shi Xue'an led the team to slowly retreat!" The scout hurried in to report to Guo Shuhan.

"Oh? I really retreated." Guo Shuhan immediately walked up from the barracks to the wall to watch.

Sure enough, Shi Xue'an's army was disorganized and demoralized, and it was slowly retreating to the rear in a staggering manner.

"It seems that they are going to support Ning Fuhai." I don't know when, Grandpa Zhang came to him and said.

Guo Shuhan's deep eyes calmly looked at the retreating team and did not say a word.

Gonggong Zhang hurriedly said, "General Guo, the enemy has fled, let's take advantage of the victory to pursue!"

"Where did they flee?"

"Of course it's to support Ning Fuhai!"

Guo Shuhan glanced sideways at him: "How do you know?"

Where did Gonggong Zhang know the art of war? The language was blocked for a while.

His pale, sickly countenance glowed with anger, but he quickly suppressed it.

"The art of war, of course, I don't know, our family is just judging according to common sense."

"Common sense?" Guo Shuhan's voice suddenly became louder, "Soldiers are not tired of cheating, can it be common sense to fight?"

Gonggong Zhang immediately arched his hand and said, "Naturally, not."

He knew that he couldn't talk anymore at the moment, so he casually found an excuse to go back to his room.

As soon as he walked in, he immediately closed the doors and windows, took out the four treasures of the study, and after a little thought, began to write:

"Prime Minister's ......"

In a short time, the letter was finished. He called the monk, took a messenger from his underwear pocket and handed it to him:

"Enter this letter into this talisman and send it out immediately."

The monk took it with both hands, and without opening the letter, placed it directly on the talisman.

But a purple light emanated from the letter, and then quickly melted into the talisman.

The handwriting on the letter paper gradually disappeared, and the original yellow rune paper slowly turned purple.

In the blink of an eye, the rune paper "soared" and burned.

Father-in-law Zhang looked at the dancing flames on the rune paper, and a dark smile appeared on his face.