Four Brothers of Yellow Flower Mountain

Inside the commander's tent, after Wenzhong watched Shen Gongbao depart into the distance, he raised a hand and brushed it over his faintly aching chest, his heart filled with anxiety as he sighed softly. "I only hope I can hold on until the State Preceptor returns."

He knew full well that the expert Shen Gongbao had gone to invite was far beyond the Nine Provinces, separated by a boundless sea of clouds. The journey there and back would surely take a very long time.

But now he was mired in grave illness, the army's morale was wavering, and the battlefront was collapsing. He simply had no time to wait in bitter endurance.

With no other choice, Wenzhong could only force his ailing body to hold together and issue orders summoning Li Jing, Deng Zhong, Jili, and the other generals of the army into the tent to discuss matters and seek another way to break the deadlock.

The generals gathered in the commander's tent, every face solemn, all of them knowing how dangerous the current situation was.

Wenzhong's gaze slowly swept over everyone, his voice deep and grave, carrying a trace of weakness from long illness. "You are all veterans of the army. There is no need for me to say much about the present situation. The Four Generals of the Mo Family have all fallen, Western Qi's momentum is soaring, and their spearhead is sharp beyond resisting. At this point, do any of you have a sound plan to defeat the enemy?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, his blood and qi churned in his chest, and he could not help coughing several times under his breath. His pale face was full of fatigue; clearly, his injuries had not yet healed.

Hearing this, the generals in the tent