The war became increasingly urgent, and the situation was critical.

General Deng Ai, who was stationed in the west, had been observing the enemy for a long time but had yet to make a move. At this moment, General Zhong Hui's army of tens of thousands was crossing mountains and heading towards Hanzhong.

However, the request for reinforcements sent to Yizhou, regarding the deployment of troops to guard Yang'an Bridge and Yinpingshan, had received no response.

It was probably suppressed by the treacherous court official, Huang Hao.

This was not the first time they had quarreled.

The generals were exhausted, Liao Hua remained silent, Fu Qian spoke sparingly, and Zhang Yi advocated retreating to defend Shu.

Jiang Wei had not rested for a long time; he felt tired and angry.

If the Prime Minister were still here...

If the Prime Minister were here!!

Just at that moment, a guardsman hesitated and approached, saying that there was a young man outside who wanted to see him with a letter.

Zhao Guang looked at Jiang Wei, who furrowed his brows but didn't speak, and was about to gesture for the guardsman to leave.

The guardsman hesitated for a moment and said, "He said that the general will see him once he looks at the letter."

Zhang Yi furrowed his brows, "A young kid dares to come here and make such bold claims. Have you interrogated him? He must be a spy sent to assassinate us."

The guardsman licked his lips, "He doesn't seem like one."

Even Liao Hua looked up this time. He had served Jiang Wei for several years and appeared reliable on ordinary days, so why was he acting so recklessly?

Look?

They could tell just by looking?

People's hearts are inscrutable.

Jiang Wei turned to look at them, and as he waited for Jiang Wei to give the order for the guardsman to leave, Jiang Wei suddenly said, "Let me see the letter."

A bamboo scroll was handed over.

Jiang Wei took it with one hand and unfolded it. In an instant, he froze.

He swallowed hard.

The candlelight was lit again, and he read it word by word. Despite its brevity, he spent an unknown amount of time reading it.

When he raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot.

The generals exchanged glances. Jiang Wei held the bamboo scroll tightly in his hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, showing anger... or perhaps ecstatic joy.

After a while, he finally managed to speak.

His voice was as deep as thunder, "Please bring him in."

After saying that, he suddenly stood up, turned his head to look outside the tent. Outside, it was still a sultry summer day with heavy clouds, and he took two steps as if he wanted to follow the guardsman, but then stopped.

He stood in front of the desk again, stomped his foot subconsciously, and his head was bare without the usual straw hat.

The candle in front flickered and crackled. He turned to look at the candle, and there seemed to be a gleam in his eyes. His lips curled up, but quickly fell silent.

Finally, he stopped moving and stared straight ahead at the tent entrance.

All the generals followed his gaze and looked at the tent entrance.

The sound of footsteps came from outside.

But Jiang Wei suddenly lowered his head and started reading the bamboo scroll in his hand.

It was just a poem. It was given by the former Prime Minister.

But at this moment, the familiar calligraphy on the bamboo scroll was magnified and scattered, and although he had spent three days and nights without closing his eyes before, he couldn't concentrate on the few lines of words in front of him.

He couldn't afford to think about anything else.

The voice of the guardsman suddenly sounded, "General, the person has arrived."

Then he heard a voice of a young man with a faint smile, "General of Tianshui, I've come to see you."

A thunderous sound, like lightning striking the ground.

It was as if the benevolence of heaven had illuminated the face of the newcomer.