Chapter 3301 The Last Long Sigh

Chapter 3300 The last long sigh

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

But the problem is that taking medicine has considerable limitations. On the one hand, the medicine needs to be absorbed by the stomach and intestines. The size of the stomach and intestines' absorption capacity naturally determines the effectiveness of the medicine.

Therefore, traditional Chinese medicine pays great attention to nourishing the stomach first before curing diseases, first replenishing the body with the essence of grains, and then exorcising 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 a high-level theory that transcends the times. It is much stronger than the same time when people cut their heads and feet for headaches, and used red-hot iron rods to poke their chrysanthemums for hemorrhoids.

But now the problem 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 is the nutrients and various trace elements needed by the human body.

In order to make up for this problem, traditional Chinese medicine in the Han Dynasty has developed acupuncture.

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

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

This was troublesome.

Very troublesome.

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

The doctor in the Zhongtiaoshan camp knelt on the ground, trembling, "Report... Report to the general... If this medicine soup doesn't work, there is nothing I can do..."

"Then just watch here? ! Huh? ! " Lu Chang was very angry, but in his anger, he was full of helplessness.

The doctor could not answer, but knelt on 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, and then he ran into the big tent in great joy, "Quick! Show the military advisor! '

Guo Jia weakly grinned, 'Someone... is about to die...'

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 that ultimately led to Guo Jia's current physical weakness and illness.

Guo Jia is addicted to alcohol.

Of course, drinking is probably because Guo Jia is too smart, so it is very painful. There is probably a little 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 to display his talents, such as when he first joined Yuan Shao,

But Yuan Shao disappointed Guo Jia after all.

Later, Guo Jia saw Cao Cao...

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

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

Just like the short moments of numbness that people in later generations seek to numb themselves on 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 painful in the shortest time is undoubtedly to open it at any time, and it is free, without thinking, just watching, and you can slide to the next short video with your fingers, so that the workers themselves still feel that they can control their own lives...

What?

Read novels?

When the whole society was not so rolled up and the exploitation 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, as well as for those who are more willing to think.

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

Obviously, whether in the Han Dynasty or in the capitalist world of later generations, the big landlords and capitalists do not like the people to think.

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

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

However, when they found that this dog not only could think, but also had to stand up and speak human language, they shouted monsters, and then ran away, throwing stones and feces from afar.

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

The general drinking problem is not a big problem, but alcoholism is a problem. A large amount of alcohol needs to be detoxified by the liver. In addition, the alcohol content of the Han Dynasty was not high, so Guo Jia, who was corroded by alcohol, could not experience the numb pleasure. So Guo Jia started to take Wu Shi San again.

So according to traditional Chinese medicine theory, Guo Jia's liver wood was damaged, blood and qi were out of balance, and internal organs were out of balance.

When Guo Jia was in Chang'an Baiyiguan before, he focused on treatment and conditioning in this regard. Unfortunately, Guo Jia returned to Shandong, and the treatment was naturally interrupted...

People who quit smoking and then relapsed smoked more heavily, and the same was true for people who quit drinking and taking drugs. After Guo Jia started drinking again, he drank even more than before.

And the final recipient of these toxins was still Guo Jia himself.

In the military tent, it was cold, embarrassing, and damp, with a mixed stench that could never be cleared and never removed.

It was like the smell of death.

Guo Jia finally felt quiet. Even outside the military tent, there was a commotion in the military camp, people shouting and horses neighing, but he was very calm in his heart, as if the hustle and bustle of the world was gradually leaving him, no longer bothering and entangled.

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

『Military Advisor! 』

Lu Chang swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He had seen too many deaths, so he knew what state a person would be in when the god of death came.

Now, he saw this state again in Guo Jia.

The doctor was taking Guo Jia's pulse, changing one hand, and then the other. As the pulse diagnosis took longer, the doctor's face became worse and worse, and beads of sweat dripped from his head.

'Thank you for your trouble, you can go out.' Guo Jia smiled at the doctor, '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 it seemed that he was struggling to say every word. But he still spoke very calmly, without showing any fear of dying or sadness.

The doctor knelt on the ground, crying bitterly, kowtowed to Guo Jia with tears, then shrank his neck and retreated.

Guo Jia's medicine was ineffective at the moment, and as a doctor, he couldn't say he wouldn't prescribe medicine, but if Guo Jia died after prescribing the medicine, then...

His life was given by Guo Jia.

'Don't embarrass him, he has tried his best.' Guo Jia said.

The attendant came up, helped the thin Guo Jia up, and put some soft pillows behind his waist. His eyes were full of sadness, reluctance and worry.

Guo Jia smiled slightly, revealing a kind of detachment and relief in his smile. He held the water handed by the attendant, drank two sips, and shook his head, letting the attendant take it away.

"How is the camp?" Guo Jia asked.

Lü Chang hurriedly described the situation in the Zhongshan camp.

After Sima Yi's attack, Lü Chang followed Guo Jia's instructions, on the one hand, carefully guarding the camp, and on the other hand, contacting the north and the south, informing all parties of the news that the cavalry army had infiltrated Zhongtiao Mountain, so that all parties would be vigilant and strengthen their vigilance.

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

However, the Tongguan camp was burned down due to the counterattack of the Tongguan defenders, and the floating bridge was also damaged. It is now being repaired and rebuilt.

Guo Jia listened to them one by one, feeling a little relieved, but also some doubts emerged in his heart.

He fell ill and couldn't do anything, but the Zhongtiaoshan camp didn't collapse immediately...

Guo Jia smiled slightly.

He was indeed important, but he was not that important.

After thinking this through, Guo Jia felt much more relaxed.

He knew that he didn't have much time.

Perhaps everyone has some sixth sense before dying.

Some people would want to eat some soup or some food.

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

Of course, more people are tortured by illness, so they don't feel any other thoughts at all...

Guo Jia stretched out his hand and wanted to clench his fist, but he felt that his torso and limbs didn't seem to belong to him. He seemed tired and weak even to hold a bowl of soup, not to mention doing something that consumed energy.

This feeling of powerlessness seemed to make him return to his childhood, unable to control his body and limbs, and powerless to do something.

Life is like a cycle, germination, growth, decline, and death.

The dynasty is also like this.

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

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

There was no food on the pillars, they took the wrong road...

This was Guo Jia's first reaction.

But the next reaction was, who can guarantee that they are on the right road?

What about the road of the cavalry?

Guo Jia looked at the ants, watching them climb along the bumpy surface of the wooden pillars.

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

But even if they climb up, what will happen?

After making so much effort, what will they think?

Resentment or regret?

Guo Jia suddenly found 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 in a corner of the big tent beam. There seemed to be two or three moths stuck on the spider web. The torches on the wooden pillars smoked the beams above black...

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

Every day when he was not sick was filled with countless things. There are always unfinished articles to review, there are always emergencies that prevent him from resting peacefully, there are always, always are like this.

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

So what about this big Han world?

He thinks he is very important to the world today, but in fact?

"Strategist...Strategist..." Lu Chang called, pulling Guo Jia's scattered and somewhat confused thoughts back, "Strategist, what should we do now?" 』

Guo Jia grinned weakly.

You are a big, lively person, and now you ask me what I should do? But he is not afraid of death, because he believes that his life has been fully burned and radiant. His name will remain in the history of the Han Dynasty, and some people will remember him and talk about him in the future.

Unfortunately……

In this life, I have not climbed the highest mountain, seen the largest sea, seen the vastest desert, or boated on the most winding river...

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

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

It turns out that in life, it is not just wine that can be intoxicating, it is not just sex that can be exciting, and it is not just five stone powder that can make people happy.

Guo Jia suddenly could understand why Li Ru went all the way west in the last moments of his life...

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

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

How lucky is it for people to be born as human beings?

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

Why be a dog?

Or would you rather be a cow or a horse?

"Strategist, strategist?" Lu Chang urged, with a little panic, "I, what should we do next?" military adviser? 』

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

After gasping for breath for a few times, Guo Jia ordered, "Get pen and ink..."

"quick! Get the pen and ink quickly! 』

As Guo Jia spoke, everyone in the big tent seemed to be a little more relaxed, but they soon realized that these were probably Guo Jia's last words. Or a suicide note. But unfortunately, when the pen and ink came, Guo Jia's hands were shaking so much that he couldn't write any words at all.

Lu Chang stepped forward and took the pen, "Military advisor, you say it, and I'll write it." 』

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

Perhaps life and death are at stake. The outcome of a war is no longer the most important issue for Guo Jia. This also allows him to finally break away from the limitations of this war and jump out of this battlefield to think about the entire grand strategy. direction.

"The hussar is similar to Qin." 』

This was the first sentence Guo Jia said.

People in Shandong have long said that Fei Qian was like the former Qin Dynasty, a master of tigers and wolves. The four characters "tiger and wolf master" not only disparage Fei Qian and express his nobility of cultural victory, but also express the fear of "tiger and wolf" and the helplessness of being unable to "communicate" with him.

But most of the time, this Qin-like statement was left in words, and now Guo Jia specifically emphasized it again before his death. What was it to explain?

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

"Victory or defeat lies not on the outside, but on the inside." 』

"Um? ” Lu Chang was stunned for a moment, his hands did not stop, but his heart started to tumble.

What does this mean? Could it be that he is talking about the current problem of money and food? Or maybe he's talking about soldiers. And in this "win or lose", who actually wins and who loses? If "win or lose" is only played by the so-called internal factors, then where is the role of external factors? Or...

"sky……"

Guo Jiagang just said a word and suddenly started coughing.

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

Guo Jia's face turned red, and the veins on his forehead seemed to burst when he coughed the next moment.

"Doctor!" Physician! ! 』

Lu Chang shouted.

There was a sudden commotion in the tent.

The doctor who had not gone far outside the tent quickly rushed into the tent again. After a long period of massage and counseling, the bloody phlegm blocking Guo Jia's throat was finally coughed out, and then a large amount of phlegm was spit out. Blood clots, extremely fishy smell.

Guo Jia tried his best to breathe, like an old bellows. He could no longer support his body and lay softly on the bed.

"Strategist, you haven't finished speaking yet..." Lu Chang couldn't help but shed tears, "Strategist, what are you talking about? What the hell?" What is the world? 』

Guo Jia gasped.

The world...

He no longer cares about the world.

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

The attendant understood and hurriedly came forward and knelt in front of Guo Jia's bed.

"Home...courtyard...under the tree...wine..." Guo Jia gasped and spoke with difficulty. Every time he said a word, some blood foam flowed out, "after the war...send...hussar...him" ……Won……"

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

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

His life was like a meteor, crossing the sky of the chaotic world at the end of the Han Dynasty, short and dazzling.

Now, the meteor finally fell.

Just like the light shot out when Sima Yi attacked the camp, it fell on Zhongtiao Mountain.

Falling, dissipating.

The people around looked at this strategist who was once full of wisdom and strategy, but now he 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.

Guo Jia sighed for the last time, the sound was faint, and it was not known whether it was a sigh or reluctance.

This was the sound he finally left in this world.

His road ended here.

In the ninth year of Taixing, summer.

Guo Jia Guo Fengxiao, seriously ill in Zhongtiao Mountain.