Although the battle of Shiting has not yet been seen at this time, Shu Han is ready.

Once Eastern Wu wins and wants to be the emperor in vain, then immediately go down the river to defeat it. The materials that the prime minister has saved to prepare for the second Northern Expedition are almost there, and they can be used on it.

Sun Quan didn't know that the victory or defeat on his side had not yet been distributed, and the allies next door had already begun to sharpen their knives. If you know, I'm afraid that the Dongwu rats won't be able to sleep well.

At this time, there were more than 80,000 Han troops in Shuzhong, as well as more than 20,000 ethnic minority tribes in the Wudang Fei Army, Qingqiang scattered cavalry, and a large number of scattered horses. It is regarded as the Yongzhou army and Qiangdi soldiers and horses in Longyou, and Shu Han has almost 130,000 troops.

But this is a number on paper, most of which are soldiers and horses that need to be garrisoned, and they must not be moved. There are also some other arrangements, which cannot be used in the war against Wu.

The one who can really mobilize Wu is 50,000 according to the estimates of Zhuge Liang and Ma Yan.

It is the same number as the original emperor's crusade against Eastern Wu, and it can only be said that there are days in the dark.

"Prime Minister, since it has been decided, I will retire first." Ma Jian breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling a lot more relaxed.

As long as the prime minister is convinced, then this matter is basically done.

"By the way, Youchang, General Zilong wants to meet you."

Zhuge Liang nodded, picked up the decree and continued to work, but when he thought of something, he said without raising his head.

"General Zilong?" Ma Yan was stunned for a moment, feeling a little surprised.

Zhao Yun wants to see me?

"Yes, since I returned to Chengdu, General Zilong has been talking about you." Zhuge Liang said lightly,

"Now that you're back, I'd like to see you again."

"Yui!" Ma Tan nodded, although he was a little surprised, but still bowed.

Zhao Yun is seventy years old this year, and he is the only living Northland military general brought back from the north by the first emperor. Of the 10,000 enemies who have been on the campaign for 30 years, only Zhao Yun is left.

Historically, Zhao Yun fell seriously ill when he returned from the First Northern Expedition and did not survive to the Second Northern Expedition. Fortunately, Zhao Yun is still alive now, and he is quite healthy when I hear it.

Unexpectedly, he would have time to meet the old general.

After Ma Jian left the Prime Minister's Mansion, he inquired with Jiang Wan and went to Zhao Yun's Mansion.

But as soon as he walked out of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he saw Hua Fei writing hard outside the door. Not only that, but from time to time he pulled a confused-looking scribe to help him write a few words.

"Lao Hua, what are you doing with it?" Ma Jian scratched his head, thought about it, and leaned in to take a look.

Hey, sure enough, I'm writing a suicide note again.

"Fujun came out?" Hua Fei was taken aback, and only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that it was Ma Yan, and then continued to write a suicide note.

"What do you always care about your broken suicide note? You're not dying......" The corners of Ma Tan's mouth twitched, feeling helpless at this doctor who pursued pessimism about progress.

But you can't blame Hua Fei, his father Hua Tuo was killed by Cao Cao. There is a high probability that when the clan is wiped out, Hua Fei can still watch his family being killed by Wei Bing.

"The task assigned to you is complete? Do you see what the prime minister is like? Ma Jian remembered the task given to Hua Fei, patted Hua Fei on the shoulder and asked.

"I'll talk about this when my suicide note is ready." Hua Fei looked serious and said as he continued to write.

Seeing Hua Fei's attitude, Ma Jian suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Soon, Hua Fei stood up after writing and solemnly saluted Ma Yan.

"I'm sorry Fujun, I'm afraid I won't be able to complete your instructions, and the prime minister's body of the Han Dynasty can't be cured!"

"Can't be cured? What happened to the prime minister's body? Ma Tan was taken aback, didn't he see the prime minister quite healthy just now.

"It's a small thing and a big thing, but it's certain that it can't be cured." Hua Fei smiled bitterly and sighed softly.

"The prime minister's body seems to be fine, but at a glance it can be seen that he has been overworked all year round. The fatigue between his eyebrows could not be concealed at all, and the qi of his entire body had already been in deficit. ”

"In the final analysis, the prime minister's illness is tired."

"Is it curable?" Ma Tan hurriedly asked.

"If only others would say it, but Prime Minister Han ......" Hua Fei shook his head lightly, and had already made the most pessimistic opinion.

As a trained doctor, Hua Fei will also understand the patient's personality when treating others, so as to judge whether it can be treated.

When he heard that Prime Minister Zhuge got up from dawn every day to deal with government affairs, and did not rest until late at night, he understood that he could not be cured.

"This disease is overwork, and the prime minister's body will become more and more unable to support it, and eventually cause a lot of illnesses and death."

"This disease is easy to treat but difficult to treat, the most important thing is whether you can rest well. As long as you can be less tired, it is not impossible to take care of your body. ”

"But Prime Minister Zhuge Cheng, is it really possible?"

Hua Fei's rhetorical question silenced Ma Yan, he didn't expect the prime minister's body to be like this.

However, it is also imagined that since the prime minister joined the company at the age of 27, it has been the most powerful engine of the entire regime. Eight years of Zhuge ruled Shu, and worked hard for the Northern Expedition to the Central Plains all his life, if he could not work too hard, there would be a ghost.

And even now, Shu Han is still not able to do without the prime minister.

Let the prime minister relax? He thought about it too, but then Shu Han would collapse. A lot of work can only be done by the prime minister, and no one else can do it.

In the final analysis, the strange government of Shu Han is the biggest pot, but there is no way. But Fan Fazheng is still there, Xu Shu is still there, Pang Tong is still there, and his brother Ma Liang is still there...... Forget it, let's not talk about it.

"Put this matter aside for the time being, I'll figure it out later." Ma Yan shook his head and patted Hua Fei's shoulder.

"Come with me to General Zhao's house, and you can show me how General Zilong's health is by the way."

Zhao's Mansion is in the south of Chengdu, and there are several streets to get from the Prime Minister's Mansion to that side. Walking on the streets of Chengdu, Ma Jian can see that although it is prosperous, there are not many pedestrians in fact.

In particular, many families wear linen and filial piety to pay tribute to the dead in the family.

Shu Han is really short of people, not only in the occupation of talents, but even in people. Often the prime minister's Northern Expedition killed two or three thousand people is a big defeat, and every household in Chengdu has to wear linen and filial piety.

I really don't know how the prime minister has supported him for so long in history.

All the way through the streets of Chengdu, Ma Tan arrived at Zhao's mansion, ready to meet the old general.

When he walked into Zhao's mansion, Ma Tan heard the sound of several people reading in the side room, and he didn't pay attention to it at first. But after listening to a few words, I instantly felt that something was wrong.

How is this sentence and understanding all messed up.

Is the Art of War and the Scriptures read like this? Who taught?

They should have put their teacher in a rocket and put it on the sun!

However, before Ma Tan could react, he heard an old and calm voice coming from the back room.

"You're back, you're back."

A veteran dressed in white clothes and white armor, from his helmet to his hair to his beard, walked out and looked at him with a smile on his face.

This is General Zhendong of the Han Dynasty, Zhao Yun, who was praised by the first emperor as "full of courage".

(End of chapter)