Kongming, the strategist at the pass, looked ahead and turned to Jiang Wei, who had white hair and a beard.

"In the past, the General gathered his troops and abandoned the dangerous passes, allowing the Wei army to enter Hanzhong through three valleys. He also made the defending army retreat to the two cities of Hanle, relying on strong fortresses to confront the Wei army, preventing them from capturing the pass. With the enemy's supply lines stretched over a thousand miles, they will soon be exhausted. Then we can launch our main force and coordinate with the defending army to annihilate them. The other generals thought that the General's strategy was impossible, but in my opinion, it was only because the State of Han lacked a powerful main force. Today, we will use Yangping Pass as the bait, and the General will personally go out and endure this test. Let's see the result!"

"Close the gate and catch the dogs! Surround the three gates!"

Jiang Wei felt a surge of blood in his long silent chest.

He put down his green-dyed spear and looked at Zhuge Liang.

"Master, I will go and return!"

"General, I will dance for you, and I can sing for you. General, I will assist you in battle."

The thunderous war drums echoed at the pass, and the one beating the drum was the young scholar who appeared weak and delicate.

A loud bang—

The war drums resounded, and the banners fluttered!

Golden weapons and iron horses! Sweeping across thousands of miles like a tiger!

Before Zhang He's great banner completely fell, he turned his head and saw the young man on the city wall.

Zhang He's eyes widened for a moment, but in the next instant, he was knocked off his horse.