I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

Just as Zhuge Yu was about to fall off his wheelchair and was about to attack Qin Li, the Empress coldly rebuked him:

"Strategist, how dare you be so rude! The Crown Prince is a guest I invited to observe the battle!"

Zhuge Yu immediately froze, his eyes wide open.

He looked at the Empress with disbelief, then at Qin Li.

Realizing what was happening, he immediately lowered his head, facing the Empress holding her feather fan:

"Your Majesty's plan is brilliant!"

Qin Li not only ruined him, but also ruined the Northern Barbarians.

The city is now littered with dead bodies, and the Northern Mang army has suffered severe losses.

We can no longer speak as toughly as before, but detaining Qin Li completely changes the situation.

They could easily replicate the path of the Great Zhou Dynasty, using Qin Li as a hostage to coerce the Great Zhou into agreeing to their unreasonable demands.

This is an example of using someone's own methods against them!

A brilliant plan?

A small question mark appeared on Qin Li's forehead.

What's so clever about it?

Why can't he understand what Zhuge Yu is saying?

Zhuge Yu wouldn't really think he's comparable to the legendary Crouching Dragon just because he shares the surname Zhuge.

Add the character "Yu" to it, and you also have the abilities of a handsome, rich, and powerful man from Eastern Wu?

难道不知道，有时候，1+1≠2，很可能1+1＜2！

Qin Li looked at the Empress and asked her what was wrong with Zhuge Yu.

Last time, I only slapped his mouth, not his head.

Can slapping someone really damage their brain?

Zhuge Yu was different from others; his brain was all talk!

The Empress gently shook her head at Qin Li, meaning don't ask, she wouldn't know anyway.

"Strategist, in your opinion, who should we send into battle?"

The reason the Empress summoned Zhuge Yu was to ask for his opinion.

As the strategist of the army, Zhuge Yu devised some of the military strategies for the Northern Barbarian invasion of the south.

Although people look down on his background from the Great Zhou Dynasty, they still acknowledge his abilities.

Upon hearing this, the Northern Barbarian generals all looked at Zhuge Yu, especially Murong Lie, who had already drawn his scimitar.

Everyone was eager to volunteer and offer their services.

Zhuge Yu looked at the generals, feeling both puzzled and troubled.

Strangely enough, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the Northern Barbarians were destined to win this battle!

The Empress can send anyone; even if she puts a dog in the commander's position, five thousand Ironclad Cavalry can still sweep through.

Why did the Empress hand over the decision-making power to him?

The dilemma is that all the generals want to lead the troops, and choosing one over another could easily offend people.

After some thought, Zhuge Yu clasped his hands in a fist salute to the Empress, "This humble subject believes that the Left General is the most suitable!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Lie almost jumped for joy.

The other generals gritted their teeth in resentment; they would remember Zhuge Yu.

Zhuge Yu had no other choice but to do this. No matter what he chose, he would offend people anyway, so he might as well choose someone who could protect him.

General Zuo's father was the regent of the Northern Mang, wielding immense power!

Other generals, out of respect for the regent, dared not easily touch him.

"Then let's listen to the strategist. In this battle, the Left General will lead the army!" the Empress said, extending her arm.

"Your humble servant obeys!"

Murong Lie clasped his hands in a fist salute and quickly led his men down the city wall.

A moment later, the city gates burst open with a loud bang.

Five thousand Ironclad Cavalry, led by Murong Lie, thundered out of the city.

Standing on the city wall, Qin Li could clearly feel the ground shaking beneath his feet.

After the troops had lined up neatly outside the city, Murong Lie raised his scimitar and rallied the troops:

"My valiant sons of the grasslands, if we triumph today, I, the general, will personally pour you wine upon your return!"

"Roar roar roar!"

The five thousand Ironclad Cavalrymen excitedly patted their armor, and even their heavily armored warhorses neighed happily.

With his scimitar pointed forward, aimed at the vanguard formation of the Great Zhou in the distance, Murong Lie no longer hesitated, "Charge!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the five thousand Ironclad Cavalry followed behind Murong Lie and charged towards the vanguard formation of the Great Zhou.

There was no tactical arrangement whatsoever; it was simply a charge.

For them, any tactical arrangements seem rather pointless.

Because in the face of absolute strength, charging is the most effective attack.

"Captain, they're here, they're here..."

The vanguard battalion, numbering 5,000, was positioned in three parts.

The soldiers in the first few rows carried giant shields that were taller than a person.

They need to block the Ironclad Pagoda's frontal attacks, slow them down, and drag them into close-quarters combat.

Behind them were the hook-and-sickle spearmen, who were responsible for cutting the horses' legs and impaling the Ironclad Cavalry on their warhorses.

Last but not least were the Mo Dao team, who were responsible for the final cleanup.

But even after so many days of hard training, I was already prepared to die.

But when they saw the Ironclad Cavalry charging towards them for the first time, many soldiers were still afraid, and their voices trembled.

Because the Ironclad Pagoda is invincible, they are not enemies at all, but rather like a black iron wall crashing towards us.

How can flesh and blood compare to an iron wall?!

Wei Hongying was just trying to calm the troops down when Su Chen beat her to it, standing out like a conspicuous figure.

Standing directly on horseback, he gripped a black halberd diagonally in one hand and slowly pointed it forward:

"Brothers, don't be afraid. I, Su Chen, possess a halberd that can move mountains, overturn seas, sever rivers, subdue demons, and suppress monsters..."

"Bring the halberds! Crush their Iron Pagoda!"

Although it was a bit childish, it still managed to stabilize morale.

The soldiers, following the pre-arranged plan, gripped their weapons and stood ready for battle.

……

"Your Highness, this is the opportunity you fought for them, but they just wasted it. What a pity."

On the city wall, Zhuge Yu, sitting in a wheelchair, gently waved his feather fan, his tone full of contempt.

In his view, the soldiers of the vanguard battalion were absolutely terrified.

They surprisingly chose to remain inactive, preparing to directly confront the onslaught of the Ironclad Pagoda.

That's no different from a stone hitting an egg.

Qin Li simply smiled slightly, "Strategist Zhuge, it's too early to say. However, I have a question I've always wanted to ask you, and I wonder if you could enlighten me?"

"speak."

"Where is the strategist from? Is he from Longzhong in Nanyang? Or perhaps from Eastern Wu?"

Zhuge Yu did not answer the question, but stared intently at Qin Li, gripping the feather fan tightly in his hand.

Zhuge Yu nearly snapped the fan handle in half, clearly furious.

The Empress suddenly laughed and said, "The Crown Prince is quite amusing. He even dug up someone's ancestral grave and then asked if they were from Nanyang or Dongwu. Is there anything special about those two places?"

"Nothing special."

Qin Li said, "It's good that they're not from those two places, so as not to tarnish the reputation of these two precious lands."

"What does this mean?"

The Empress frowned, puzzled.

Qin Li waved his hand, "It doesn't mean anything. Your Majesty should take a look first and see if they've wasted this opportunity that I worked so hard to obtain."

Zhuge Yu snorted coldly and looked over as well.

He wanted to see how long Qin Li could laugh and how long he could remain calm...