C582 Fighting an enemy at a distance of ten thousand li would determine the outcome of the battle

"My lord!"

As he said this, Zhuge Liang turned around. I saw that he was carrying a lot of thorns on his back. Those thorns had already pierced through his white shirt and dyed his clothes red.

I replied, "Kong Ming, what are you doing?"

Zhuge Liang respectfully clasped his hands at me and said, "I was deceiving my lord