Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Outside the Iron Wall Pass, the main tent of the Zhenbei Army.

Inside the tent, the strong smell of medicine mixed with the stench of blood made people dizzy.

Yuwen Biao lay diagonally on the large couch, the broken bones in his chest causing him pain with every breath.

The arrow wound on his shoulder was both itchy and painful, as if countless ants were gnawing at his flesh.

This constant torment made his already irritable temper even more gloomy.

The tent flap was carefully lifted by a hand, and a captain in charge of provisions bowed and cautiously walked in.

He kept his head down, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"General..."

Yuwen Biao didn't open his eyes, but simply hummed a syllable through his nose as a response.

The captain's body trembled, and his voice became even lower.

"General, the army's food reserves... are running low."

"At most... we can only hold on for one more day."

The air inside the tent seemed to freeze in that instant.

Yuwen Biao's eyes, which had been squeezed into slits by his fat, suddenly opened.

He struggled to sit up, but the sudden movement aggravated the wound in his chest.

The intense pain caused him to let out a suppressed groan, and his obese body slumped heavily back onto the bed.

"Where's Guo Feng! Tell that bastard to get his ass in here!"

He roared at the outside of the tent, his voice distorted by pain and rage.

Soon, strategist Guo Feng strode into the tent, still exuding an air of composure and wisdom, and bowed to Yuwen Biao.

"General."

"Don't fucking try that on me!"

Yuwen Biao pointed at Guo Feng, and the fat on his face twitched wildly from the intense pain.

"Tell me! How many days has it been?!"

"You said poisoning the Yinma River would kill everyone in the city! Where are they? There's not a soul on the city walls!"

Guo Feng showed no sign of panic. He bowed again and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"General, please calm down. As the art of war says, 'Make the real appear real, and the real appear empty.'"

"The complete silence inside Iron Wall Pass precisely indicates that they have reached a dead end! They are merely putting up a brave fight!"

Holding on?

He's just stubbornly holding on again!

In an instant, Yuwen Biao's mind flashed back to the image of himself in front of an army of 100,000.

The scene depicts a woman on the city wall shooting an arrow through his shoulder, followed by being kicked away by his beloved warhorse.

What a shame!

The broken bone in his chest felt as if it had been stomped on again by that horse's hoof, the pain making his vision go black.

Back then, it was this Guo Feng who pointed at that black wall and confidently declared that it would collapse with a single charge!

The results of it?

As a result, Yuwen Biao's elite troops crashed into that wall and suffered heavy casualties.

Every time he wakes up in the middle of the night, he is startled by that ridiculous and humiliating scene, and then the wound hurts even more.

All of this is thanks to the kneeling man in front of me!

Yuwen Biao stared intently at Guo Feng's incessantly chattering mouth, his patience finally shattered.

But he didn't react immediately. Instead, he endured the excruciating pain and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"So, according to Mr. Guo... what should we do now?"

Guo Feng was completely unaware of the murderous intent in that tone.

Instead, he felt a sense of pride because the general had asked for his advice, and his voice even rose a few decibels.

"General, we must hold on!"

"That Iron Wall Pass is now outwardly strong but inwardly weak, lacking water and food, and its people are filled with fear! Their lack of resistance is the best proof of that!"

"They're gambling! Gambling that we won't be able to hold out! As long as we persevere... just two or three more days!"

"I guarantee with my own head that they will surely surrender!"

"At that time, the city, the women, and the glory will all belong to the general!"

Guo Feng spoke with great enthusiasm, as if victory was already in his grasp.

However, Yuwen Biao suddenly laughed.

His laughter was hoarse, and the movement aggravated his wounds, causing him to cough violently.

"Wait two more days?"

"If I wait two more days, my 100,000-strong army will starve to death in this godforsaken place!"

He suddenly grabbed a heavy bronze wine cup from beside the bed and, with all his might, smashed it hard against Guo Feng's face.

"Useless! Idiot!"

"Bang!"

The wine glass struck Guo Feng squarely on the forehead, and he screamed in agony as warm blood instantly blurred his vision.

He covered his forehead, his face filled with disbelief.

"General, you..."

"I must have been blind to believe your nonsense, you charlatan!"

Yuwen Biao's anger erupted like a volcano, and he pointed at Guo Feng and cursed him.

You said that dilapidated wall is a paper tiger, all show and no substance!

"And the result? My entire vanguard was wiped out! I myself was shot through the shoulder and kicked in the shoulder by a horse, breaking my ribs!"

"Then you told me about poisoning! Where's the poison? Did the people in that city just drink the poison they put in like alcohol?!"

"Guo Feng!"

Yuwen Biao's roar almost lifted the tent roof off.

"You fucking tell me the truth, are you a spy sent by Lin Mo to deliberately kill my 100,000 troops?!"

This charge came crashing down on me like a mountain.

Guo Feng knelt on the ground with a thud, blood mixed with cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

He kowtowed desperately, pounding his head on the ground with a loud thud.

"General, spare my life! I'm innocent, General! My loyalty to you is as clear as day!"

"There's something fishy going on here!"

"Strange?"

Yuwen Biao sneered.

He was too lazy to say another word to this good-for-nothing.

This expedition resulted in heavy losses, with the commander himself suffering serious injuries, making him a laughingstock of the entire army.

For every failure, someone must take responsibility.

And this guy in front of me is the best candidate.

"Someone come here!"

Yuwen Biao suddenly roared, his voice sharp and piercing, making the entire tent vibrate.

This sound aggravated his chest injury, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, but he swallowed it back down.

Two guards immediately rushed in.

"Drag this smooth-talking, deceitful fool who's sowing discord and ruining our chances of victory out of here!"

Yuwen Biao extended a thick finger, trembling as he pointed at Guo Feng, who was still kneeling on the ground. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman.

"The charge will be treason!"

"Chop him up! Drag him out and chop him up right now!!"