Weird Three Kingdoms

Chapter 3300 The Last Sigh

When most people in the Han Dynasty get sick, they just take medicine.

But the problem is that taking medicine has considerable limitations. On the one hand, the medicine needs to be absorbed by the gastrointestinal tract. The gastrointestinal absorption capacity naturally determines the effectiveness of the medicine.

Therefore, traditional Chinese medicine pays great attention to nourishing the stomach first when treating diseases, replenishing the body with the essence of grains first, and then expelling evil spirits. The basis of this theory is naturally closely related to the social development and scientific and technological level at that time, and it is an advanced theory that transcends the times. It is much better than the contemporary practice of cutting off the head for a headache, chopping off the feet for a foot pain, and poking the anus with a red-hot iron rod for hemorrhoids.

But the problem now is that Guo Jia can't eat or drink. Let's not talk about whether he can take medicine. The body's positive energy cannot be guaranteed to be supplied and improved. Of course, the positive energy in traditional medicine refers to the nutrients and various trace elements needed by the human body.

In order to remedy this problem, traditional Chinese medicine of the Han Dynasty developed acupuncture.

In order to solve this problem, Western medicine began to give dogs intravenous infusions in 1656. By the 19th century, a system for safe intravenous infusions had been established.

But when Guo Jia was seriously ill, there was no acupuncturist or infusion equipment.

This is troublesome.

Very troublesome.

Guo Jia has been in a coma for three or four days.

The doctor in the Zhongtiaoshan camp knelt on the ground, trembling, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... If you don't take this medicine, there is nothing I can do..."

"So are you just going to stand here and watch?! Huh?!" Lu Chang was very angry, but in his anger, he was also full of helplessness.

The doctor could not answer, but just fell to the ground and kowtowed.

At this moment, a surprised shout suddenly came from the big tent, "Military Advisor, Military Advisor is awake!"

Lu Chang was stunned for a moment, then he was overjoyed and rushed into the big tent, "Quick! Show it to the military advisor!"

Guo Jia grinned weakly, "My time has come..."

In the turbulent late Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms, Guo Jia, as a first-class counselor under Cao Cao, made great contributions to Cao Wei with his extraordinary wisdom and far-reaching strategic vision. However, God is jealous of talents, and the disease ruthlessly eroded his body, pushing him step by step to the end of his life.

Well, this is of course the official statement, but in fact, pornography, gambling and drugs are the biggest reasons why Guo Jia is now weak and bedridden.

Guo Jia was fond of drinking.

Of course, drinking is probably because Guo Jia is too smart, so it is painful. It is probably a bit of the pain of being sober while everyone else is drunk. Facing those guys who are obviously inferior to him in all aspects, Guo Jia can only remain silent. Poor people are similar to ordinary people and do not have much say. Don't think that wearing a robe can represent that you have entered the ruling class.

Although Guo Jia also tried to find a place where he could display his talents, for example, he initially joined Yuan Shao.

But Yuan Shao eventually disappointed Guo Jia.

Later, Guo Jia saw Cao Cao...

Like Cao Cao, he realized that the corruption, decadence and incompetence of the upper echelons of the Han Dynasty's rulers would eventually lead to the collapse of the entire Han Dynasty, so at that time, his spirit was in sync with Cao Cao's.

During this process, he was in pain, so he instinctively sought ways to numb himself, so he could only drink.

It’s just like people in later generations seek to numb themselves for a brief moment through short videos.

The fast-paced life, or the increasingly fast and increasingly intense life pressure, has deprived workers of the time to sit down, think, rest, and recover. The only way to make themselves feel less miserable in the shortest time is undoubtedly to open the short videos that are always available and free, without thinking, just watching, and sliding to the next one with a finger, so that workers still feel that they can control their own lives...

  What?

Reading novels?

When society was not so corrupt and oppression was not so outrageous, novels were also a kind of narcotic. However, the inherent difference between words and images makes novels more suitable for a slower pace and life, and for those who are more willing to think.

After all, the words of novels need to be processed by the brain, which is tiring and not enjoyable enough, while videos do not require thinking and are enjoyable.

It is obvious that, whether in the Han Dynasty or in the capitalist world of later generations, the big landowners and capitalists do not like the people to think.

If people think too much and know too much, they will be afraid.

At first, they stared at Guo Jia as if they had seen a dog that could think, and shouted with joy, "Hey! Look, this dog is so smart! It can do so many things!"

However, when they discovered that the dog could not only think, but also stand up and speak human language, they shouted "monster" and ran away, throwing stones and feces from afar.

None of them wanted to listen to Guo Jia, so Guo Jia could only drink.

Drinking alcohol in general is not a big problem, but alcoholism is a problem. A large amount of alcohol needs to be detoxified by the liver, and the alcohol content of the Han Dynasty is not high, so Guo Jia, who is corroded by alcohol, cannot experience the numb pleasure, so Guo Jia started to take Wu Shi San again.

So according to traditional Chinese medicine theory, Guo Jia suffered from liver damage, blood and qi imbalance, and internal organ imbalance.

When Guo Jia was at the Chang'an Hundred Medical Clinic, he focused on this aspect of treatment and conditioning. Unfortunately, Guo Jia returned to Shandong, so the treatment was naturally interrupted...

People who quit smoking and then start smoking again smoke more heavily. The same is true for people who quit drinking and taking drugs. After Guo Jia started drinking again, he drank even more than before.

The ultimate recipient of these toxins is still Guo Jia himself.

The military tent was cold, humid, and filled with a foul odor whose source could never be determined and which could never be eliminated.

It smells like death.

Guo Jia finally felt the peace. Even though he was outside the military tent, there was a lot of noise in the barracks, with people shouting and horses neighing, but his heart was very calm, as if the hustle and bustle of the world was gradually leaving him, no longer bothering or bothering him.

His face was pale, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, but his calmness and composure remained the same.

"military adviser!"

Lu Chang swallowed his saliva.

He has seen too many deaths, so he knows what state people will be in when death comes.

Now, he saw this state again in Guo Jia.

The doctor was checking Guo Jia's pulse, switching hands, then the other. As the pulse checking lasted longer, the doctor's face became worse and worse, with beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Thank you for your help. Please leave now." Guo Jia smiled at the doctor and said, "No need to prescribe medicine... Come, help me up."

The second half of the sentence was said by Guo Jia to his personal attendant.

Guo Jia's voice was hoarse and slow, and he seemed to be struggling to say each word. But he still spoke calmly, without showing any fear or sadness at the end of his life.

The doctor knelt on the ground, burst into tears, kowtowed to Guo Jia, then shrank his neck and retreated.

Guo Jia's current medicine was ineffective, and as a doctor he couldn't say no to prescribing medicine, but if Guo Jia died after prescribing the medicine, then...

His life was given by Guo Jia.

"Don't make it hard on him, he has done his best," Guo Jia said.

The servant came up, helped up Guo Jia's frail body, and put some soft pillows behind his waist. His eyes were filled with sadness, reluctance and worry.

Guo Jia smiled slightly, and that smile revealed a kind of detachment and relief. He took the water handed to him by the servant, drank two sips, then shook his head and asked the servant to take it away.

"How is the camp going?" Guo Jia asked.

Lu Chang quickly gave a general account of the situation in the Zhongshan camp.

After Sima Yi's attack, Lu Chang followed Guo Jia's instructions and, on the one hand, carefully guarded the camp, and on the other hand, contacted the north and the south to inform the news that the Cavalry Army had infiltrated Zhongtiao Mountain, so that all parties would be more vigilant and strengthen their precautions.

The losses within the camp were not small, but not large either.

However, the Tongguan camp's forward base in the lower city of Tongguan was burned down due to the counterattack by the Tongguan defenders, and the pontoon bridge was also damaged. It is now being repaired and rebuilt.

Guo Jia listened to them one by one. He felt slightly relieved, but some doubts also emerged in his mind.

He fell ill and was unable to do anything, but the Zhongtiaoshan camp did not collapse immediately...

Guo Jia smiled slightly.

I am indeed important, but I am not that important.

After figuring this out, Guo Jia felt much more relaxed.

He knew he didn't have much time left.

Perhaps everyone has some sixth sense before they die.

Some people would like to have some soup or some meal.

Some people just want to walk or sit in the yard.

Of course, more people were suffering from illness, so they couldn't think of anything else... Guo Jia stretched out his hand and wanted to clench his fist, but he felt that his torso and limbs were not his own. He was too tired to even hold a bowl of soup, let alone do anything that consumed his energy.

This feeling of powerlessness seemed to take him back to his childhood, where he was still unable to control his body and limbs, and was still powerless against certain things.

Life is like a cycle of germination, growth, decay and death.

The same is true of dynasties.

The voice of Lu Chang's report seemed to be very far away, as if there was a very high wall between him and Lu Chang. Even if the sound came through, it was greatly weakened.

Guo Jia was distracted. He was looking at the supporting pillars in the big tent and suddenly found two or three tiny ants on the pillars, climbing up the pillars.

There is no food on top of the pillars, they have taken the wrong path...

This was Guo Jia’s first reaction.

  But the next reaction is, who can guarantee that they are on the right path?

What about the path of the cavalry?

Guo Jia looked at the ants, watching them climbing along the bumpy surface of the wooden pillar.

Every wrinkle and crack on the surface of those wooden pillars is a huge problem for ants.

  But even if they climb up, what will happen?

After making so much effort, what will they think?

Is it resentment or regret?

Guo Jia suddenly discovered that there were many things in this big tent that he had never carefully observed before.

Not to mention the ants on the wooden pillars, there was a spider web on a corner of the big tent beam. There seemed to be two or three moths stuck on the spider web. The torches stuck on the wooden pillars smoked the beams above black...

  How long has it been since he carefully observed his surroundings and felt these subtle changes?

Every day that he was not ill was filled with countless things. There were always endless documents to review, and there were always unexpected events that prevented him from resting in peace. It was always like this.

He also thought that this was his responsibility and what he had to do, but now it seems that the result is not the case. Even without his leadership, the Zhongtiaoshan camp is still operating, and the Tongguan camp is also running as usual.

  So what about the Han Dynasty?

He thought he was very important to the world today, but what was the reality?

"Military Advisor... Military Advisor..." Lü Chang called out, pulling Guo Jia's scattered and somewhat confused thoughts back to his mind, "Military Advisor, what should we do now?"

Guo Jia grinned weakly.

You are a living person, and you are asking me what to do now? But he is not afraid of death, because he believes that his life has been fully burned and shining. His name will be recorded in the history of the Han Dynasty, and people will remember him and talk about him in the future.

Unfortunately……

In this life, I have not climbed the highest mountain, seen the biggest ocean, seen the vastest desert, or sailed on the most winding river...

Guo Jia suddenly realized that in his life, until the day of death, he still had so many things he wanted to do but had never done.

Before, Guo Jia always thought he still had a chance and time.

It turns out that in life, it is not only alcohol that can intoxicate people, it is not only sex that can excite people, and it is not only Wu Shi San that can make people happy.

Guo Jia suddenly understood why Li Ru went westwards in the last days of his life...

Because that period of time was the last time Li Ru spent as himself and as a human being.

A person with flesh and blood who can laugh and drink, not a dog, a cow, or a horse.

  How lucky are we to be born as human beings?

The probability is one in hundreds of millions, the pain of ten months of pregnancy, and the hardship of raising a child for more than ten years.

  Why be a dog?

Or are you willing to be a beast of burden?

"Military Advisor, Military Advisor?" Lu Chang urged, a little flustered, "I, what should we do next? Military Advisor?"

Guo Jia looked over slowly and coughed a few times. He felt as if something was surging up, and he tried his best to suppress it.

After panting for a few times, Guo Jia ordered, "Bring the pen and ink..."

"Quick! Get some pen and ink!"

As Guo Jia began to speak, everyone in the tent seemed to lighten up a bit, but they soon realized that this might be Guo Jia's last words. Or a suicide note. But unfortunately, when the pen and ink came, Guo Jia's hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't form a single word.

Lu Chang stepped forward and took the pen, "Military Advisor, you speak, and I will write."

Guo Jia wanted pen and ink not to write a will about dividing the family property, but to sort out Cao Cao's subsequent strategic direction.

Perhaps it was a matter of life and death, and the outcome of a war was no longer the most important issue for Guo Jia. This also allowed him to finally break away from the limitations of this war and jump out of the battlefield to think about the overall strategy and direction.

"The cavalry is similar to the Qin army."

This was the first sentence Guo Jia said.

People in Shandong have long said that Fei Qian was like the Former Qin, a group of tigers and wolves. The four words "tiger and wolf" not only belittle Fei Qian, but also express the nobleness of their own cultural victory. At the same time, they also express the fear of "tigers and wolves" and the helplessness of being unable to "communicate" with them.

  However, this Qin-like statement was mostly just spoken verbally, and now Guo Jia emphasized it again before his death. What did he want to explain?

Before Lu Chang could figure it out, Guo Jia slowly said the second sentence.

"Victory or defeat does not depend on the outside, but on the inside."

"Hmm?" Lu Chang was stunned. His hands did not stop, but his heart was churning.

What does this mean? Is it talking about the current issue of money and food? Or is it talking about soldiers. And who is winning and who is losing in this "victory and defeat"? If "victory and defeat" are only the so-called internal factors, then where is the role of external factors? Or...

"sky……"

Guo Jia had just said one word when he suddenly started coughing.

The stench that had been suppressed by Guo Jia before surged up stubbornly and blocked his throat and trachea.

Guo Jia's face flushed red, and the blue veins on his forehead seemed to burst with a cough in the next moment.

"Doctor! Doctor! !"

Lu Chang shouted.

There was a sudden commotion in the tent.

The doctor, who had not walked far outside the tent, rushed back into the tent. After a while of massage and counseling, the bloody phlegm blocking Guo Jia's throat was finally coughed out, followed by a large amount of blood clots that smelt extremely fishy.

Guo Jia tried his best to breathe, like an old bellows. He was no longer able to support his body and fell limply on the bed.

"Military advisor, you haven't finished yet..." Lü Chang couldn't help but shed tears, "Military advisor, what are you talking about? What is heaven? What is the world?"

Guo Jia gasped.

The world...

He can no longer care about the world.

Guo Jia turned his head and looked at his personal attendant who was already crying.

The attendant understood and hurried forward, kneeling in front of Guo Jia's bed.

"Wine... under the tree... in the courtyard..." Guo Jia panted and spoke with difficulty. With every word, some blood foam flowed out. "After the battle... send... the cavalry... he... won..."

The servant was crying so hard that he couldn't speak. He just nodded desperately and kowtowed deeply.

Guo Jia turned his eyes and looked at the sky outside the tent. His cheeks moved slightly, as if he was recalling the ups and downs of his own life.

His life was like a meteor, streaking across the turbulent sky at the end of the Han Dynasty, short but dazzling.

Now, the meteor finally falls.

It was like the light that shot out when Sima Yi attacked the camp and landed on Zhongtiao Mountain.

Fall down and dissipate.

The people around looked at this strategist who was once full of wisdom and now could only lie there quietly. They all felt inexplicably sad, but they also knew that Guo Jia's life was about to end and they were powerless to do anything.

Guo Jia let out his last sigh, his voice was faint and it was unclear whether it was a sigh of emotion or reluctance.

This is the last sound he left in this world.

His journey ends here.

The ninth year of Taixing, summer.

Guo Jia, also known as Guo Fengxiao, was seriously ill in Zhongtiao Mountain.

(End of this chapter)