I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

Huff, huff!

Lu Ning was breathing heavily, his only goal being the Northern Mang army camp not far outside the city.

He broke his leg, and the intense pain caused large beads of sweat to cover his forehead.

But he dared not stop for a moment, and ran desperately toward the Northern Mang army camp, even if he had to crawl in.

He was an ordinary soldier under Ba Ye's command.

After Ba Ye died in battle, his army suffered constant ostracism within the Northern Mang army.

Needless to say, these ordinary soldiers suffered endless scorn and never got any good opportunities.

In the first battle of the decisive war between the Great Zhou and the Northern Mang, they were sent out to serve as cannon fodder.

But little did they know, the Great Zhou was not as invincible as it was said.

Although they were defeated, the Great Zhou Dynasty was not faring well either.

The Great Zhou suffered a Pyrrhic victory, and he and several of his companions were captured.

I thought this was the end of my life.

But to his surprise, he saw an unexpected person in the prisoner-of-war camp.

His general, Baye, was still alive.

Not only are they still alive, but they're also going to lead them on a major mission.

Everything was going perfectly, but then, unexpectedly, the person lowering the rope suddenly let go.

He accidentally broke his leg, but he dared not make a sound.

Only after the Great Zhou patrol team on the city wall left did he drag his broken leg and, under the cover of night, run towards the nearby Northern Mang army camp.

It was only a few miles away, but to him it felt like the ends of the earth.

He gritted his teeth, bleeding, and finally ran to the gate of the Northern Mang army camp.

Instead of a welcome, he was greeted by warning shots from the Northern Barbarian soldiers.

"Who goes there!"

The soldiers guarding the gate of the Northern Mang army camp shouted coldly.

Lu Ning quickly endured the excruciating pain and stood up, raising his hands high:

"I, Lu Ning, a soldier of Northern Mang, have urgent business to report to His Majesty. Open the gate immediately!"

With a creak, the gate to the Northern Mang army camp opened only a crack.

Two soldiers mustered their courage and came out to take him back.

Although the Great Zhou achieved a pyrrhic victory today, no one can guarantee that the Great Zhou will not launch a night attack, so they must be careful in everything they do.

Two people, supporting Lu Ning whose leg was broken, ran swiftly towards the central command tent.

Inside the central command tent, Emperor Murong Qingcang of Northern Mang was holding a small victory celebration with his generals.

The Zhou dynasty won a narrow victory today, and they couldn't be happier.

"Report!"

"Your Majesty, a man suddenly ran out of Xuanque Pass, claiming to be a soldier of my Northern Mang."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Murong Qingcang put down his wine cup and said, "Bring him in."

At a command, Lu Ning was brought in.

After verifying his identity, Lu Ning quickly said, "Your Majesty, I have come to deliver a message on the orders of my general."

Who is your general?

Murong Qingcang frowned.

"General Ba Ye".

Lu Ning replied.

Upon hearing this, all the generals turned to look at Lu Ning.

This time, the fact that the Great Zhou army suffered a silent loss was entirely due to the intelligence provided by Ba Ye.

"What message did Ba Ye send you back with?" Murong Qingcang asked impatiently.

In the time that followed, Lu Ning truthfully informed...

……

Xuanque Pass, North Gate, on the city wall.

Ba Ye and his men kept a close eye on the activity inside the city tower not far away.

"General, something's not right. Logically speaking, how come the two young masters, who have been imprisoned for so long, still have so much strength and are shouting and cursing incessantly?"

Someone asked, puzzled.

Since they climbed the city wall, the shouts and curses from the brightly lit tower have never stopped.

Ba Ye also realized something was wrong. After thinking for a moment, he took two people and quietly sneaked over.

He wanted to go and see what was going on, and also to confirm whether the two young masters were inside.

Just as they got close enough to peer through the window crack, several steel knives suddenly thrust out.

Ba Ye was shocked and quickly retreated to avoid the blow.

But the two people next to him were not so lucky; they were pierced through the chest by the protruding steel knife and died on the spot.

"Ah! Ah!—"

Several more screams rang out from the direction we had just come from.

Ba Ye quickly turned his head to look and found that all the people who had stayed behind had had their throats slit by the soldiers of the Great Zhou.

Ba Ye stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

The city gate tower opened, and the Emperor of Great Zhou, along with all his generals, walked out together.

Behind him, soldiers from the Great Zhou surrounded him, their long swords gleaming.

Realizing he had been tricked, Ba Ye was about to leap off the city wall.

Even if I fall to my death, it's better than being caught.

Before he could make a move, Zhou Biao, quick as a flash, led his men to swarm him and subdue him to the ground.

Tread!

Footsteps approached, and Ba Ye desperately raised his head, only to see the Emperor of Great Zhou standing before him.

Qin Li looked down at him with disdain and said, "Your skills are not bad, but it's a pity you have no power to fight back."

Ba Ye roared, "What on earth happened?"

Qin Li curled the corners of his lips and smiled, "That's a long story. To put it simply, you're just bait, understand?"

Without giving Ba Ye a chance to speak, Qin Li waved his hand and ordered someone to take him away.

After Ba Ye was taken away, Qin Li turned to his generals and said, "Gentlemen, victory or defeat hinges on this!"

"We will obey Your Majesty's decree!"

The generals clasped their hands in a fist salute and said.

Then, they dispersed and went to their respective positions.

……

at the same time,

The gates of the Northern Mang army camp opened with a loud crash.

Murong Qingcang personally led tens of thousands of elite troops, making their way in the dark towards Xuanque Pass, which was not far away.

According to Ba Ye's plan, he would work with Ba Ye from the inside to take over the North Gate and rescue his two sons.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he must come in person.

What Great Zhou, what Qin Li, they were nothing but his defeated opponents.

In this battle, he will show the world who truly owns this land.

It wasn't the Great Zhou, but the Northern Mang.

When Murong Qingcang arrived outside the city with tens of thousands of elite troops, he found that the walls of Xuanque Pass were in complete chaos, with the sounds of weapons clashing and soldiers fighting mingling together.

The north gate of Xuanque Pass was wide open, and two people were frantically waving at them, urging them to come in quickly.

"Your Majesty, something is amiss. How could Baye, with only a few men, possibly capture the North Gate?"

A general quickly stopped Murong Qingcang and expressed his concerns.

He feared this was a trap set by the Great Zhou, but Murong Qingcang, not yet blinded by victory, said, "Dohachi, charge into the city on my behalf!"

Dohachi was his most valiant general, so it was most appropriate for Dohachi to take his place and charge into the city, while he himself would remain outside the city.

If it's a trap, he can go back and regroup.

With his scimitar in hand, Dohachi spurred his horse and roared, leading his men toward the wide-open city gate.

With thunderous booms and the incessant sound of hooves, tens of thousands of elite soldiers poured into the city.

Just then, an unexpected change occurred.

A hail of arrows came from the city. Someone shouted "Watch out!" and pulled Murong Qingcang off his horse, raising his buttocks to protect his head.

The sound of arrows pounding continued for quite some time before finally stopping.

Without the slightest hesitation, Murong Qingcang shouted for a retreat as soon as the rain of arrows subsided.

As they retreated, Murong Qingcang did not forget to look back at the city wall.

Standing atop the city wall, Qin Li wore a smile.

The city gates slammed shut with a loud crash, leaving Dohachi and tens of thousands of elite soldiers in a state of uncertainty about their fate.