I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

"Take care of yourself!"

Qin Feng patted Su Chen on the shoulder and then left.

Soon, he caught up with Qin Li and Wei Hongying, who had gone quite a distance.

The two were chatting and laughing when he arrived, at which point they stopped.

He scratched his head, and the more he looked at Qin Li and Wei Hongying, the more he felt that they were a couple.

Could it be that he was the third party who came between them?

After thinking for a moment and still not understanding, Qin Feng clasped his hands in a gesture of flattery and said, "Brother, I admire your magnanimity. If it were anyone else, that kid Su Chen would have died a thousand times over."

Qin Li waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing.

To be honest, he should thank Qin Feng.

If it weren't for Qin Feng acting as the middleman today...

He really didn't know what to do.

We can't really kill Su Chen, can we?

Killing Su Chen is a minor matter; affecting the war situation with Northern Mang is a major matter.

Today's events have once again proven that Su Chen's martial arts skills are unparalleled.

If placed on the battlefield, it would definitely give the Northern Barbarians a major headache.

Su Chen, you can't kill him!

We can't kill them yet!

"Brother, Qingling Pass is right in front of us. Although it's a trap set by the Northern Barbarians, are we really not going in?"

"Judging from the weather, it's been snowing heavily for the next few days. Our soldiers will be the first to succumb to the cold in the wilderness. What if some of them freeze to death..."

Qin Feng didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already very clear.

Wei Hongying looked at Qin Li, as this was something she was worried about.

Actually, going to Qingling Pass to avoid the blizzard is not a bad idea.

It's not too late for the army to withdraw from Qingling Pass after the blizzard has passed.

In the face of a blizzard, the Northern Barbarians, who have already captured Wuyang City, will certainly not launch an attack, nor will they have the conditions to do so!

"It's alright, I'm here, Seventh Brother."

Qin Li reached out and patted Qin Feng on the shoulder, smiling maliciously.

"I?"

Qin Feng frowned, puzzled, and asked, "What do you mean by that, brother?"

Qin Li revealed his true colors: "Seventh Brother, you are the captain of our army's supply battalion and the chief logistics officer."

"You can come up with several effective weapons against the Northern Barbarian cavalry, so can't you come up with something to help the army withstand blizzards in the wilderness?"

"Seventh brother, you must have a way, right!"

"Alright, I'll leave this matter to you, Seventh Brother. You mustn't let your elder brother down."

After saying that, Qin Li left with Wei Hongying without giving Qin Feng a chance to refuse, leaving Qin Feng standing there bewildered.

What!

This matter has been entrusted to him?

He's not a god, he can't just create things whenever he wants.

Did Qin Li know how many brain cells he had lost to create those weapons specifically designed to target the Northern Barbarian cavalry?

Now, he's asked to come up with a few more things to help the army survive blizzards in the wilderness.

Good heavens, that's a blizzard, people could die.

"Will this work?"

On the way out, Wei Hongying was both amused and exasperated.

Qin Li seemed to trust Qin Feng implicitly, leaving any difficulties to Qin Feng to solve.

But in the capital, Qin Li was finding all sorts of ways to torment Qin Feng. The difference between then and now was too great, and Wei Hongying couldn't quite accept it.

"Sure, of course!"

Qin Li said with absolute certainty.

The main characters are all omnipotent.

Let alone getting Qin Feng to come up with something to help the army survive a blizzard in the wilderness.

In a few days, we'll see that the army is definitely having a more comfortable time than they did at Qingling Pass, like they're on vacation.

Qin Li should just be a hands-off manager; he shouldn't make any decisions on his own.

Seeing Qin Li's certainty, Wei Hongying didn't say anything more and could only choose to believe him silently.

……

Wuyang City.

As the frontline city where the Northern Barbarians conquered the Great Zhou, this city amassed more than 150,000 troops.

Moreover, as time goes on, more and more Northern Mang soldiers are garrisoning Wuyang City.

For a time, the city was overcrowded, and soldiers fought tooth and nail over a single bed.

Tatata!

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Inside the house, the charcoal in the brazier burned brightly.

Lying on the bed, covered with four or five thick quilts, Zhuge Yu still felt as cold as ice, shivering and even his teeth chattering.

Since following the Northern Mang Empress from Xuanque Pass to Wuyang City, he had accidentally caught a cold and had been feeling dizzy and listless all day.

Hearing footsteps, he struggled to get out of bed, but suddenly everything went black before his eyes, and he almost fell headfirst into the brazier next to the bed.

If you fall in, you'll definitely be disfigured.

Besides his wisdom, all Zhuge Yu was proud of was his handsome face.

Just then, two large, hairy, bear-claw-like hands reached out and supported him.

"Thank you, Your Highnesses!"

The visitors were the brothers Qianjun and Wanma.

Unlike Zhuge Yu, who was freezing like a grandson, the two brothers were only wearing a single layer of clothing with a layer of armor on top, as if they didn't feel the cold.

"No need to thank me, strategist. You can't get hurt. If anything happens to you, our two sisters won't let us off the hook."

After saying that, Qianjun easily hoisted Zhuge Yu from the bed onto his shoulder as if carrying a sack of potatoes, and was about to turn and leave.

"Your Highness, where are you taking me?"

Zhuge Yu asked with a pained expression, his stomach aching from the protruding scales of Wanma's armor on his shoulders, feeling like he was about to vomit up his dinner from the night before.

"Don't move!"

Qianjun stretched out his big hand and slapped Zhuge Yu's buttocks, laughing, "Strategist, you're a grown man, how can you be lighter than a woman? That won't do, you need to eat more in the future."

"As for where to go? Of course, I'll take you to the central command tent. My sister said she has something important to discuss with you. Everyone's here, except for you!"

After saying this, Qianjun disregarded Zhuge Yu's feelings and was about to carry him to the central command tent.

Before I could even step out, a short, stout figure blocked my way at the door.

He stretched out his arms, blocking the way. "Why should you carry the strategist? I want to carry him!"

After saying that, Wanma reached out to grab Zhuge Yu from Qianjun's shoulder.

Qianjun naturally refused to give it to him, and the two started arguing about who should carry Zhuge Yu to the central command tent.

Zhuge Yu was on the shoulders of Qianjun one moment and Wanma the next, his thin arms and legs almost being pulled off by the two men.

Zhuge Yu complained incessantly, "I say, Your Highnesses, there's no need to argue about who's better at this. It doesn't matter who carries it. The most important thing is to hurry to the central command tent and not keep His Majesty waiting."

Zhuge Yu thought that after he finished speaking, the two princes would stop fighting, but to his surprise, the entire army united against him, shouting, "Mind your own business! Shut up!"

After saying this, Qianjun said to Wanma, "Let go! I was the one who carried the strategist first, so it's only right that I carry him to the central command tent!"

"Bullshit! Why should you carry it? I'm going to carry it, what can you do to me? Give me the person!" Wanma glared.

"No!"

"..."