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In the seventh year of Jianxing, in the military tent of Shu, Zhuge Liang was discussing with all the generals about the plan to invade Wei! Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, from the northeast corner of the rise, the forecourt of a pine tree was broken by the wind. Zhuge Liang divined, whispered: "This wind Lord loss of a general!"