I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

What's meant to happen will happen; the seventh day arrived as promised.

Today is the day of the decisive battle between the Great Zhou Vanguard Battalion and the Northern Barbarian Iron Pagoda!

Early in the morning, the atmosphere throughout the entire army became strange!

Even these days, people have been pointing fingers at the Vanguard Battalion, gossiping and laughing at them.

But this morning, the laughter was replaced by encouragement.

In particular, the soldiers who usually mocked the enemy the loudest all walked up to the vanguard battalion soldiers.

He reached out and patted them hard on the shoulder, encouraging them.

Some soldiers even took off their own armor, which they considered to be more protective, and let the soldiers of the vanguard battalion put on it.

On the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes, let alone when facing the Ironclad Cavalry.

This time, it's a near-death experience!

Better armor means a better chance of survival!

"Brothers, if you guys come back safe and sound, we'll clean your stinky shoes for a month!"

"If you manage to return victorious and slaughter a few Ironclad Cavalry, we'll clean your smelly shoes for the rest of your lives!"

In the Great Zhou army camp, soldiers often made bets, with the wager being that one of them would clean the other's shoes.

After a whole day of training, the smell of shoes is absolutely comparable to a biological bomb. Nobody wants to help the other clean their shoes, not even if you offer them money.

Now they are willing to clean each other's smelly shoes for a lifetime, which shows their encouragement and expectations for the vanguard battalion soldiers.

Boom!

The vanguard soldiers clenched their fists, pounded their chests twice, and said with a smile:

"You said it yourselves, so what? We're going to come back alive and make you clean our stinky shoes for the rest of our lives!"

As they laughed, tears began to stream down their faces, and the other person also shed tears.

Because everyone knows that this morning might be the last time we see each other.

"Your Highness, should we send someone to stop them? If this continues, they might develop a fear of war!"

Zhou Biao put the saddle on Wangcai and looked at Qin Li, who was personally feeding Wangcai soybeans, and said.

"Need not!"

Fully armed, Wei Hongying, holding a silver spear, strode over.

clang!

The silver spear struck the ground with a loud thud.

Wei Hong said, "I believe in my men. They are all heroes who have long since disregarded their own lives. Now they have only one goal: to defeat the Iron Pagoda!"

After feeding the soybeans, Qin Li clapped his hands and couldn't help but look over.

Wei Hongying was dressed in military uniform, with a red brocade cloak on her shoulders fluttering slightly in the morning chill, her eyes burning like flames!

She truly is a daughter of a military family, a heroine!

"Your gun?"

Qin Li was slightly taken aback when he saw the silver spear that Wei Hongying was holding.

The silver spear seems different from what it looked like a few days ago.

Wei Hongying looked up at the tip of the spear and said, "I made a slight modification and had the craftsman add a barb."

Wei Hongying's silver spear is now also a hook-and-sickle spear.

"This is your family's heirloom silver spear."

Qin Li said.

It's important to know that family-inherited weapons are rarely tampered with, as that would be disrespectful to one's ancestors.

Wei Hongying smiled, gripped the silver spear horizontally, and touched the barbs on it. "The hook-and-sickle spear is a powerful weapon against the Ironclad Cavalry. If we can win this time, my father will forgive me."

Seeing this, Qin Li didn't say anything more.

Leaning on her spear again, Wei Hongying asked, "We can use the hook-and-sickle spear and the long-handled sword on the battlefield, but what about the iron caltrops? We can't just have people scatter them on the battlefield before the big battle starts, that would be too obvious, and the Iron Pagoda isn't stupid."

If the caltrops cannot weaken the Ironclad Cavalry's fighting power from the start, then the vanguard battalion will still have a hard time winning this battle.

"I'll take care of that!"

After saying that, Qin Li nodded to Zhou Biao.

Zhou Biao took out two burlap sacks that he had prepared beforehand and hung them on Wangcai's buttocks. Both sacks were filled with barbed wire.

Before the battle begins, Qin Li will lead a group of people to Qingling Pass, using the pretext of observing the battle to enter the city.

On the way into the city, the burlap sacks hanging on the horses' hindquarters would be cut open, and barbed wire would be slowly and evenly scattered across the battlefield through the cuts.

"No, that's too dangerous."

"How could we allow His Highness to put himself in such danger!"

Wei Hongying absolutely refused.

Before the battle even began, Qin Li had already fallen into the hands of the Northern Barbarians, and the Great Zhou was already at a disadvantage.

"This is a military order; execute it immediately!"

Qin Li said without hesitation.

This battle is of paramount importance. Qin Li is not afraid to sacrifice himself, and besides, it's not a real sacrifice. He wants to have a proper meeting with the Northern Mang Empress.

Wei Hongying was about to say something when Wang Hu walked over and said casually, "Niece-in-law, don't worry, with your uncle here with him, nothing will happen."

Nephew's wife?

A small question mark slowly appeared on Wei Hongying's forehead.

When did she become Wang Hu's nephew's wife?

Even though she had already... you know... with Qin Li, but still...

Gradually, Wei Hongying became embarrassed, and her face turned red.

Qin Li glared at Wang Hu with annoyance and said to Wei Hongying, "Captain Wei, go and prepare!"

"yes!"

Holding the silver spear and clasping her hands in a fist salute, Wei Hongying quickly left.

Even after Wei Hongying left, Qin Li still looked annoyed.

"General, you don't need to come with me. The army needs a general to oversee the central command. What if we lose this battle..."

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"

Wang Hu quickly said, "We will definitely win this battle. Your uncle hasn't even seen you ascend the throne yet, how can we lose?"

"If I don't want to go, then I won't go."

After saying that, Wang Hu looked at Zhou Biao and said, "You brat, you better protect your prince, do you hear me?"

Zhou Biao quickly clasped his hands in a fist salute, "Rest assured, General, I, Zhou Biao, will surely die before Your Highness!"

Wang Hu was speechless.

Why do these two, master and servant, keep talking about dying?

After hanging up the two sacks of caltrops, Qin Li said before setting off, "General, please make sure to keep Xiao Xue'er by your side; she will be of great use!"

"she?"

Wang Hu frowned.

What use is a woman?

But when Qin Li spoke, he nodded in agreement.

"There's one more thing."

Qin Li said.

"What is it?"

"If, unfortunately, this battle is lost, I urge the General to personally kill the Seventh Prince Qin Feng. Su Chen need not be spared; he will die on the battlefield. And that son-in-law of the Song family, Fang Yuan, when he returns, you must kill him too!"

Qin Li is the main villain, and Wang Hu is the main villain's uncle.

In the usual plot, Wang Hu would be killed by the protagonist.

This can be considered the last thing Qin Li did for Wang Hu.

As for whether other main characters will emerge later to try and kill Wang Hu, Qin Li is powerless to do anything about it.

After saying that, Qin Li led a group of men and left the camp first.

Soon, the group emerged from the forest and saw Qingling Pass not far ahead.

"Your Highness, are we really going into the city?"

Some people are still worried about the safety of this trip.

Although the Empress is not that kind of person, I'm still afraid something unexpected might happen.

"Everyone is contributing to winning this battle, and so am I!"

After saying that, Qin Li spurred his horse and took the lead in approaching Qingling Pass...