A successful army cannot rely solely on the attracting of a wife and a child, but at least there must be some noble things that can inspire people and boost morale.

Three times a day, facing the battle flag left by our ancestors, the Wang family tribes wanted to shout slogans together. At that moment, everyone's voices gathered together, and the sound shook the sky. They drew strength from each other, and they were united collectives.

Everyone is used to it and doesn't think anything, but to outsiders, it's extremely shocking.

Yang Huaiyu's white face turned red in an instant, then purple, and finally turned into a terrible black and gray. He kept trembling, his eyes were full of fear, trembling and uneasiness.

Yongxi's Northern Expedition and Chenjiagukou were the place where Yang Wudi died in battle!

As a descendant of the Yang family, he actually had to rely on the reminder of outsiders to remember, ashamed, so ashamed! He felt ashamed! He really wanted to see a dream in front of him, pinching his thighs hard, and the pain pierced his heart, reminding Yang Huaiyu that this is true. He didn't believe it, and kept pinching his flesh and pinching his flesh purple. He really hoped that the pain would no longer be so that he could deceive himself.

But the pain was still deeply rooted in the heart. Yang Huaiyu bent his knees and knelt on the ground, shed tears of shame.

The old woman stood up slowly, looked at Yang Huaiyu, shook her head slightly, and strode towards the threshing ground.

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"Good man from the Wang family, let me learn about your skills!"

After the old woman finished speaking, she was as light as a swallow and had already rushed to the front of the corpse. She stretched out her arms and the two big men fell down. The corpse hurriedly fought, but none of them could walk in front of the corpse for a round. She made the corpse move as fast as lightning, ruthless and fierce. She beat the corpse.

It was just strange that the old woman did not hit the vital point, and she was punched and hit. Everyone quickly got up and joined the battle again, and had a lot of fun fighting.

Who is this old woman?

She is no one else, she is Yang Wudi's old daughter, nicknamed Jiumei, known as Yang Jiumei. Since the death of her eldest brother Yang Yanzhao, she is the only second generation of the Yang family. She usually has all her thoughts on me.

In opera, Yang Ye’s wife is the famous Mrs. She. In fact, in real history, Yang Ye’s wife’s wife’s surname is Zhe! That’s right, she is the famous Zhe family!

The reason why the Yang family can last for several generations is that the old lady Zhe has remained strong. If she hadn't, I'm afraid the Yang family would end up like the Wang family and the stars would fall and the clouds would scatter.

A few months ago, Zhao Zhen gave the imperial pen of "Loyal and Good Fortune for Generations", and the Wang family in Cangzhou reappeared, and then the sky-high price of Yaochi nectar pushed the Wang family to the forefront.

The Yang family finally noticed that Old Lady Zhe was nearly a hundred years old, and all the old people had withered. Thinking of Wang Gui, who fought side by side with her husband and died for his country, Old Lady Zhe was filled with emotion and sent her daughter to Cangzhou to investigate in person.

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Yang Jiumei was filled with emotion. The Yang family had lived a very comfortable life for decades. Apart from the eldest brother Yang Yanzhao, she could also inherit her father's courage and determination. The rest of her descendants became increasingly unbearable. She had nothing left except the protection of her ancestors.

Thinking of this, can Yang Jiumei not get angry? Sometimes, she also comforted herself that this is not the case in the generals and sects in the world. Is the ancestors sacrificed just for future generations to enjoy wealth and glory?

There is no harm without comparison. When Yang Jiumei saw the Wang family's army, she really wanted to get into the cracks in the ground and could no longer be able to numb herself. It turned out that there were still people who had not forgotten and some people who were persevering. Even if there were only one hundred, it was shocking!

The ancestors of the Wang family died in battle with their father. After that, the Wang family was displaced and had been unknown for generations, but they still remembered the hatred of their ancestors. Compared to the Yang family who grew up drinking honey water in the peaceful nest, they were really ashamed to death.

Yang Jiumei punched her hard, knocked down the last part, and shouted loudly: "It was the Yang family's boxing technique just now. The old man below demonstrated the Yang family's shooter technique. You all look forward to it!"

As she said that, she snatched a long stick and used it as a fancy gun. She didn't have many fancy moves. Every move was solid, but she moved forward and was unstoppable.

He is truly Yang Wudi's marksmanship, he is just amazing!

After all, Yang Jiumei is old and has been fighting with others for a long time. After a set of marksmanship demonstrations, she is already out of breath and sweat all over.

"Grandma!"

The little girl and Yang Huaiyu hurried over and supported Yang Jiumei.

"Mr., is it okay?" the little girl asked anxiously.

Yang Jiumei gasped and said, "A handful of old bones is really useless."

Yang Huaiyu said dissatisfiedly: "Grandma, how can our boxing and gun skills be used in front of outsiders?"

"Shut up!"

Yang Jiumei suddenly possessed her and scolded her fiercely.

"The Yang family's gun technique is used to kill the enemy. I would like to ask the Yang family, which other man can remember the blood hatred of his ancestors and want to kill the enemy? You are not worthy of the Yang family's gun. I don't want the pearls to be covered with dust, and I don't want the good things in our family to be lost! Do you understand?"

Under the storm, Yang Jiumei was speechless and scolded Yang Huaiyu for being a stinky person.

"So it's from the Yang family!" Wang Ning'an nodded secretly. Speaking of the two families, they had some connections. In the past, when the Wang family mentioned the Yang family, they were somewhat unfair. They were also meritorious ministers, sacrificed their lives for the country, one was prosperous and wealthy, and the other was desolate and desolate... But now the Wang family has climbed up again, and the Yang family's attitude has become much more peaceful.

Wang Liangjing rushed over to teach martial arts and happened to see Yang Jiumei's competition with her own team. With his eyesight, of course he knew that Yang Jiumei was willing to make some suggestions and did not want to hurt others. So he just waited until Yang Jiumei finished the demonstration before he stepped forward and bowed to salute.

"I will be born in the evening, and I will pay homage to seniors."

Yang Jiumei looked at the other party. She was in her early thirties, tall and long arms, solid muscles, strong and agile. She was a good man!

"My father is Yang Ye, you are Uncle Wang's..."

"Great-grandson." Wang Liangjing simply replied, and he called Wang Ning'an over again. Although Wang Ning'an was reluctant, he still wanted to respect Yang Jiumei and say "Auntie".

Yang Jiumei was very happy, took Wang Ning'an's hand, and asked with a smile: "Have you practiced martial arts?"

Wang Ning'an said embarrassedly: "I have only practiced for a few months and learned some swordsmanship to protect my body."

Yang Jiumei's face sank, "It's not enough to protect her body. If you want to be able to kill the enemy, give me your sword, and I will teach you two tricks."

Wang Ning'an hesitated, but could not resist Yang Jiumei's enthusiasm, so he had to pull out the soft sword from his waist and send it to Yang Jiumei's hand.

Before Yang Jiumei could speak, the little girl next to her suddenly exclaimed.

"Good lady, why is his sword the same as mine?"

As he said that, the little girl also pulled out a sword more than one foot long, but there was a phoenix spreading its wings to fly at the hilt of the sword. Yang Jiumei was shocked and tried to recall it, saying, "I heard from my elder brother that Uncle Wang taught Dad a protective sword technique. Dad imitated Uncle Wang and forged a soft sword. Later, it passed it to the eldest brother, and then fell into your hand... By the way, was this sword left by Uncle Wang?"

"It's his family, but there are some stories in the origin..." Wang Liangjing told the story of ambushing Liao soldiers some time ago, arresting Han Qianshou, and taking back the ancestral sword.

When Yang Jiumei heard it, she became more and more shocked, and her body was a little staggering.

The two swords were passed down from generation to generation by the Yang family, but in the end they were not as affordable as men and became a plaything for women's boudoir. The swords of the Wang family were separated by the Liao Kingdom. After a 6-year-old, they were snatched back by their descendants and killed hundreds of Liao bandits.

The more you compare, the more obvious the gap is, and Yang Jiumei is left with only deep shame.

"Who else is there in your family? I want to go and visit."

Wang Liangjing hurriedly said, "My grandma is still here."

"Oh? Take me to see my old sister-in-law."

As the world has faded, there are too few old people left. Yang Jiumei met Mrs. Wang. The two met one by one. At that time, Mrs. Wang was the bride who married into the Wang family. Yang Jiumei was still a yellow-haired girl of four or five years old. After many years, they were all old and wrinkles on their faces.

When the two old men met, they mentioned the past over the years and started talking, and kept talking. When talking about the changes in the Wang family over the past six months, Yang Jiumei sighed even more.

"Old sister-in-law, nothing is as promising as your descendants. You are blessed!" Yang Jiumei sighed and said, "It just so happened that I lived in Cangzhou for some time and taught them all the Yang family's marksmanship. It was not considered burying things. I am worthy of my father and elder brother's spirit of heaven."
Chapter completed!