The general's heart condition?

Upon hearing these words, Jiang Wei felt bitter in his heart. He had already surpassed the age determined by fate, with white hair and a desolate figure. He had spent more than thirty years alone, exhausting his strength, yet he had failed to fulfill the entrusted task of becoming the Prime Minister. He had incurred the wrath of the heavens and the resentment of the people. Now, with chaos in the court, his ability to turn the tide was even weaker. This illness had reached an incurable state!

The young man took out a scroll of silk.

Outside the tent, thunder rumbled once again. The young man slowly unfolded the map, lifting his hand as if holding a fan ready to wave, then lowering it.

He said, "This is the map of Han, assisting General Xiang in a great matter."

The map was clear and detailed, not just encompassing the various counties of Longxi, but also depicting the geography of the thirteen provinces throughout the realm!

...It was a grand vision of the era!

When the late emperor entered Shu, Zhang Song, an official accompanying him, presented a map of Xichuan, which helped the late emperor obtain the twelve counties of Xichuan and laid the foundation for the era of Han.

Now, this young man was presenting a map of the thirteen provinces. Could it be that he wanted to assist the great general in establishing the era of Han?

Preposterous.

Currently, nine of the thirteen provinces in the realm were under Wei's control, while three provinces belonged to Wu. Han only possessed the single province of Yizhou.

He was not Zhuge Liang, who could resist Cao Wei with the strength of a single province.

Jiang Shu, a vice general nearby, pressed on the map in his bosom and couldn't help but retort, "Isn't this just a map? The general doesn't lack such an item. Why is it being presented as a treasure...?"

Fu Jian sternly rebuked the vice general, "Silence."

Jiang Wei looked at the former capital of the era of Han, and the words of the Prime Minister surged in his mind.

They were exactly the same as what the young man had just said: "Han traitors cannot coexist, and royal authority cannot find stability! The general's strategy does not lie in Dazhong or Longxi, but here. Do you agree?"

Jiang Wei had thought about it before, but later he dared not think about it again.

The young man's pale face revealed a strange smile as he coughed softly.

Everyone was looking at him. He was obviously delicate and weak, but at this moment, he possessed a determination that ordinary people did not have.

That thing was called conviction.

The lamplight flickered in the wind, undulating unpredictably. The young man held the lamp in his hand, looked up at Jiang Wei, and his voice paused slightly, "Great General."

Jiang Wei almost instinctively followed his suggestion, raising his hand to signal Jiang Shu and the others to withdraw, leaving only a few trusted generals.

"Han is weak and the enemy is strong. How can we sit idly by and wait for death? We can only attack to defend and strive to gain every bit of time. If we seek peace and security, the royal cause will perish early, and how could we continue for another thirty years? This will be the great general's great achievement."

Jiang Wei seemed to want to smile, but he couldn't. His life had been too bitter.

"Simazi's son claims that Han is old and the people are weary, making it as easy as flipping one's hand to attack. Sima Zhao has ordered Zhong Hui, the commander of Guanzhong, to launch an attack on Wu, claiming that he will attack Wu first. Does the general believe this?"

This time, Zhang Yi answered, "I have heard that Zhong Hui is purchasing ships..."

"Sima Zhao openly slaughtered the emperor of Wei, betraying his trust and incurring the criticism of the world. If he wants to usurp Wei, only the power of arms can make it happen. Therefore, either Han or Wu will perish, but which is stronger between Han and Wu? Wu occupies the land of Jing and Yue, and Wei is not adept at naval warfare. It would be difficult to strike a decisive blow. He will not take the risk. Therefore, an attack on Shu is inevitable and must be pursued tosecure his rear before launching an attack on Wu."

The young man's voice was calm, but the words he spoke were shocking to the core.

Jiang Wei's eyes widened, and he felt a surge of energy filling his body. It had been a long time since he had felt such a burning sensation.

"Han cannot wait passively. The opportunity lies in chaos. While Sima Zhao is busy dealing with Wu, we can take advantage of the situation to strike a fatal blow to Wei. With the map in hand, we can lead our troops through the most treacherous terrain, bypass the enemy's defenses, and attack their heartland."

"But the enemy is strong, and our forces are weak. How can we achieve this?" Jiang Wei asked, his voice trembling slightly.

The young man's eyes were filled with determination as he replied, "The strategy lies in the art of deception. We will use a decoy army to divert the enemy's attention and lure them away from their main forces. Meanwhile, our main army will take a hidden path, bypass the enemy, and launch a surprise attack on their capital. With their leadership in chaos, we can strike a decisive blow and turn the tide of the war."

Jiang Wei's mind was racing. The young man's plan was audacious, but it had a chance of success. It was a glimmer of hope in the darkness that had surrounded him for so long.

He looked at the map, his eyes tracing the hidden path that could lead them to victory. The weight of the decision rested heavily on his shoulders.

"General, the fate of Han lies in your hands. Will you take this gamble and fight for a chance to restore the glory of the Han Dynasty?" the young man asked, his voice filled with urgency.

Jiang Wei took a deep breath and made his decision.

"Prepare the troops. We march at dawn."