Practicing Medicine in Three Kingdoms

When he said this, Sima Yi leaned forward slightly with his hands behind his back, and the tails of his long and narrow eyes were raised, revealing a calculating smile.

He didn't believe that this person had never thought of this before, especially when he caught the slight waves flowing under the other's calm eyes, he was even more convinced of the thoughts in his heart.

At the age of 25, he is not considered young, and he has a lot of experience in the world.If you have the courage to go deep into the enemy's camp, you should abandon all naive and childish ideas, and you will never show mercy because of soft hands.

Li Yinzhou looked beyond his snake-like searching line of sight, and the intense haze was burning in the sky, soaked in the dark twilight, like the smoke of wolves.

His Herun's eye mask reflected a faint red light.

"Zhong Da miscalculated two things. First, a certain person never thought of poisoning Cao Gong. There are so many wise men in Cao Ying. In the current battle, even if Cao Gong dies, his staff will create the illusion that he is still alive. What's more Mr. Cao has a delicate mind and is old. I am afraid that he has already prepared everything for his death since the first time he fell ill, and someone will succeed him at that time. Killing him is not enough to save Jiangdong."

Sima Yi's eyes became interesting: "That's right, killing him is not the best policy, it will only force out another Sun Zhongmou, and you will be in more trouble in the future. So what's the other reason?"

As the evening wind picked up, the light in Li Yinzhou's eyes jumped like wildfire.

He smiled slightly, pulled Sima Yi's sleeves like a child sharing an unspeakable secret, lowered his voice, and told him in a half-truth and half-truth:

"—Because we won't lose."

……

Sima Yi didn't take Li Yinzhou's words to heart.

Everyone will say harsh words, but the reality is so cruel and ruthless. Cao Gong rectified the old Beiyuan Army and the newly acquired Jingzhou Navy, and prepared 20 troops to go south.

As for Sun Quan, he only allocated [-] troops.

Twenty to three.

This is arithmetic that a child can do.

Sima Yi snorted softly, clacked the fingers on the chess piece, and smiled faintly at the anxious young friend opposite him: "Zi Huan doesn't have to be so eager, in fact, it's not a bad thing not to join the army. The prime minister likes quiet people."

Cao Pi looked directly at him through the dim light: "What did Zhou Yin say to you?"

Sima Yi lowered his eyelashes, looked at the situation, and wondered where to go next.

Before doing anything, he picked up a cup of tea and took a sip: "He hoped that I could save Zhang Ji and Hua Tuo. They have antidote in their bodies. We can use feigned death to rescue them."

Hearing this, Cao Pi's expression became even more gloomy.

He thought of Zhou Yin's deliberate overtures to lure him in with him, but then set a trap and almost got him in. He could hardly suppress his displeasure, and couldn't help but turn his eyes coldly: "The untouchables in business know that the money is worthless. But he wants to make money from three parties, and he is not popular enough, and it will not be beneficial for us to help him."

After hearing Cao Pi's complaint, Sima Yi's rolling throat stopped suddenly.

The young man's words lingered in his ears inappropriately——

"We won't lose."

What if this comes true?

Over the years, he has surveyed the world to formulate strategies, and everything is on track according to his own ideas. However, a wise man is bound to make mistakes. If the prime minister is really defeated at this juncture, then——

Cao Zhi, who went to the front line, could not seek any benefits, but Cao Pi, who stayed in Yecheng, showed the calmness he should have.

The mist on the teacup cleared away, his eyes revealed a falcon-like light, and he slowly lowered his head and evoked a knowing smile.

Cao Pi was puzzled by this somewhat insane friend, and glanced at him warily: "Zhong Da, the prime minister doesn't like other people pretending to be smart, we don't need to make wedding dresses for others, since we have already suffered a dark loss, we can only avoid this person in the future. "

Still too tender.

Sima Yi sneered inwardly, and smiled slowly: "Zihuan, he forced you to stay, that's already giving the goods first, now it's our turn to repay the sincerity."

Cao Pi's pupils suddenly constricted, but in his ignorance, he also vaguely realized something, and stared deeply at Sima Yi, who is also a teacher and a friend.

Sima Yi's smile faded away, stretched half of his body, held his sleeves up, crossed the Chu River, and landed firmly in front of Cao Pi.

"Let's just watch."

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In December, the army marched southward in full gear. As soon as Cao Jun reached the Yangtze River, he almost collided with the Sun Liu coalition army head-on.

In the first small-scale collision, you come and go, each wins and loses, and the two sides finally camped on the north and south banks of the Yangtze River, facing each other across the river.

The cold new wind blows the moist water vapor towards the face, immersing the skin in a bone-piercing coldness. The winter in the southern country is such a cold and soft knife, which cuts the skin and flesh layer by layer, and cuts the chill deeply. Inject into the flesh and blood.

The soldiers of Beiyuan were somewhat impatient with the situation.

The sailors brought in from Jingzhou were also shivering in the cold wind.

To put it bluntly, when marching and fighting, you sacrifice your life to make contributions for the people above you. In this twelfth lunar month and winter, who would go to battle hungry and kill the enemy?Who wouldn't want to curl up in a warm bed, drink a sip of hot wine, and have a warm sleep with their daughter-in-law in their arms?

During the days of stalemate, voices of complaints gradually spread.

……

This is the third time Cao Zhi has joined the army.

The first two times were with his father in the Northern Expedition, and the Northern Plains was already in the Cao family's pocket.For the young Cao Zhi, it was not so much a march and a war as a short, hasty and dreamy journey. Before he had time to appreciate the cruelty of real swords and guns, he had already heard triumphant songs and cheers in advance.

Now in an away game, boarding the bow, facing the vast river waves, the cold wind blowing in front of his face, but nothing can blow away the throbbing in his heart.

"When we regain the south of the Yangtze River, we must train an elite navy." Looking up, he seemed to have seen the dawn of victory, but when he lowered his eyes slightly, he saw the ant-like people shivering on the deck below. on the shoulders.

Can't help but feel displeased: "Victory is in front of us, why is morale so weak?"

Yang Xiu had no time to chat with him. A group of counselors were urgently discussing with Cao Cao how to solve this problem.

Li Yinzhou accompanied him to inspect the ship.

Cao Zhi used the word "recovery".

In his eyes, the local separatist forces are of course traitors and traitors, and his father Cao Cao is loyal to defending his family and the country. This war seems to be a just attack and should shine in the annals of history.

But in fact, the Han Dynasty is like an old man who is dying, with endless and irrepressible diseases spreading in his body. They destroy the crumbling dynasty, and they also contain a new era and hope.

Is it right or is it evil?

Li Yinzhou doesn't know how history should be concluded, but Cao Zhi's question is not difficult to answer. He smiled gently: "Because most of them are from the Central Plains, they are not used to taking boats, and now it is the end of the new year, so the feeling of homesickness is just It will be deeper than usual, not to mention the severe cold weather, people are of course lazy."

This statement is as simple as it should be.

Cao Zhi also muttered in his heart, as if he felt that the answer was well-founded, and some words were wrong.

Looking down at the scenery from a high position, it is difficult to restrain the arrogance of standing above others. It is difficult for the young Cao Zhi to stand in such a high position from the beginning, so it is naturally difficult for him to appreciate the hardships of the world and the warmth and coldness of human relationships.

Li Yinzhou glanced at the boy's raised eyebrows, and swallowed the rest of the words——

These soldiers are also human beings, so it is natural for someone to react as they should.

Rather than a gun, an arrow, a handful of weapons without emotion.

……

Cao Zhi, who is young and inexperienced, is still ignorant of the principle of harmony between people, but Cao Cao, who is old and shrewd, has already noticed a subtle disadvantage.

The soldiers in Beiyuan didn't adapt to water warfare, and the navy recruited by Jingzhou were all unfamiliar faces. The 20 army looked mighty, but in fact it was demoralized and demoralized.

But the time is fleeting.

He cannot allow the Sun and Liu factions to continue to grow.

What's more, they still have the crushing advantage now.

So counselors were summoned to discuss how to solve the most difficult problem at the moment for several days.

When Jiang Gan walked past Li Yinzhou, he never thought that this person would have the guts to call him back.

The voice was faint: "Someone looks at Mr. Hu's face, which seems to be sick."

Ever since he was tormented by this person in Yecheng, he put Li Yinzhou on the blacklist that he must never talk to. I can't control your Mr. Li's mouth, but I can always control my mind, right?

Jiang Gan shook his feather fan and strode forward without looking sideways.

But the other party said with a slight smile: "Someone just happens to have a medicine that can cure it."

Not audible, not audible.

Jiang Gan made up his mind to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Li Yinzhou rolled his eyes, and his voice was full of regret: "It happens to be able to relieve Cao Gong's heart disease."

Jiang Gan's steps stopped.

Can't help but turn around, staring at the past through the corner of the lupine, "Oh?"

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