"The last general's order!" With the response of the thundering of the tongue, a series of heavy sounds of hooves came from outside the school field.

A team of about two thousand heavy armored cavalry slowly entered the field. The mounts of these knights were not war horses, but red cows that were nearly twice as big as ordinary war horses. Each red cow was covered with thick iron armor, and the knights on the back of the cow were also fully equipped with heavy armor, even their faces were covered with iron-like ghost faces, and a muddy iron spear that was half a meter long in their hands.

At the forefront of this heavy armor, a red bull with a more powerful body. In addition to the heavy armor, there was also a blood-red silk red cow covered with a ball of raging flames. On the saddle bridge on the back of the red bull, a middle-aged man in about 40 years old and wearing gold mail was marching. This man had a purple face and long beard, his eyes were as lightning as lightning. Although his body was not very tall, he gave people a feeling of oppression as majestic as a mountain.

"ah!"

Many people outside the field exclaimed at the same time, because although this general was majestic, his right shoulder was empty and an arm disappeared.

"Brother, is that our father?" Yang Yan's little face turned pale in the reed shed beside her. She asked with both hands holding Yang Jie beside her. When she spoke, her two black eyes stared at the general without blinking.

At this moment, Yang Jie's eyes were also staring at the man. The image in front of him overlapped with the image in his mind that belonged to another Yang Jie's memory, but he recognized that this was his father Yang Lie in this life.

"His arm..." An inexplicable sadness surged into my heart.

As the saying goes, "If the clay pot is broken from the well, the general will inevitably die in front of the formation." Yang Jie knew that the "heavy cavalry" that the Yang family went to fight was a total of 5,000 units. Now there are only more than 2,000 people who can come to participate in Dayue intact, so they can guess the tragic war and the heavy casualties. Yang Lie's disability was originally one of the worst results that Yang Jie expected. However, when this result really came, it was still a bit difficult to accept.

Although he didn't want to disappoint his sister, he could only answer sadly: "Yes, this is ours..."

The word "Dad" rolled around the mouth several times, but finally failed to spit out the lips.

"Why is Dad's hand missing?" Yang Yan naturally couldn't understand the brother's complicated thoughts, but she couldn't accept that her father, who had longed for expectations, appeared in front of her in this way since she could remember. She was sad at that time, and she didn't care about any occasion, and she grinned and burst into tears.

As soon as Yang Yan cried, Yang Shao and Yang Xun next to him also burst into tears, but they always remembered that they had been educated since childhood, and each covered their mouths with their hands to prevent themselves from crying out loud.

At this moment, more than two thousand heads of red cow's hooves were thunderous, and many people in the reed shed on both sides were applauding and cheering. A little girl's crying sound was just heard. Yang Lie in the distance seemed to hear it, and he turned his head slightly to look up. He immediately saw Yang Jie holding Yang Yan in his arms under the reed shed, and Yang Shao and Yang Xun brothers who looked exactly the same. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a gentle and brilliant smile appeared on his square and majestic face, without any loss of being disabled. The eyes of Yang Jie were even more appreciative and loving.

However, Yang Jie felt awkward under this gaze and unconsciously moved his gaze aside.

His eyes fell on the high platform on the front, but he happened to see Di Yi on the stage also looked at him, and his eyes also contained a bit of praise.

Yang Lie led two thousand "heavy cavalry" to circle the field as usual, and then stood under the high platform without moving.

Wen Zhong recited again: "The former general Yang Lie is in the front of the army. Whenever a strong enemy occurs, he will personally lead his troops to "stalk heavy cavalry" to conflict and drive. The troops are invincible. This time, he will fight against Guifang. Yang Lie broke the formation and defeated the enemy 18 times, annihilated and captured countless people. He even exchanged an arm in front of the formation for the life of Guifang's barbarian chief Wu Toutiao, and ranked first in terms of merit!"

There was an unabashed look of praise on Di Yi's face, and he clapped his big and small, "The minister of the bones and the general of the pillars and stones, Yang Qing deserves this reputation!" After that, he untied the jade belt in public, took off the half-dressed and half-hanged yellow robe outside the armor, and threw it down at the audience.

The yellow robe opened in the air and fell like a big bird, just right on Yang Lie's body.

Yang Lie hurriedly raised his remaining left hand and pressed the yellow robe. He turned over and got off his mount with a quick movement. He bowed to the ground and thanked him, saying, "Your Majesty, how dare you not repay him for your death?"

Di Yi on the stage smiled and waved his hand, "Yang Qing has made great contributions. I will give you another reward later. You will only wait for the order at home."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Yang Lie thanked again and then got up his mount.

This big review is coming to an end. Speaking of merit, Wen Zhong, the commander of the army, is the real primary contribution, but he is not good to brag on the stage and does not mention it word for it. Fortunately, Emperor Yi is a hero of a generation, so he certainly would not make such a low-level mistake and has already prepared in advance. When all the selected personnel were reviewed, he immediately announced the reward to Wen Zhong himself.

Because he heard that Zhong was extremely powerful and his official title was only under Emperor Yi and was ranked alongside the Prime Minister, so this reward was mostly reflected in fiefdom and wealth.

However, Emperor Yi knew that such a reward was not enough to repay Wen Zhong's merit, so he gave Wen Zhong the sword he wore. Although this sword is not as good as the legendary artifact of the Great Shang Town Kingdom, the flying dragon general sword, it is also a symbol of the emperor's majesty. He gave this sword to himself Wen Zhong, and the significance of it is not only commendation.

After Wen Zhong thanked him in public, this review was a successful end.

Because Yang Lie and other generals had to settle their respective troops, Yang Jie and his sister failed to return home with their father, so they had to go and wait in front of their homes first.

About half an hour later, a dull and rapid sound of hoofs came from the distance of the street.

"Here you come!" The two brothers Yang Shao and Yang Xun, who were crying and their eyes were swollen, were very energetic at that time and couldn't wait to jump to the center of the street and look around.

Yang Yan, who was also holding Yang Jie, walked down the steps and stood on the side of the road.

A group of dozens of red bulls with heavy armor had been removed and rushed to the front of the Yang Mansion at a speed that was absolutely inconsistent with his size. The current knight was Yang Lie. At this moment, he also took off his armor and changed into a samurai outfit, covering it with a black cloak. Although he was still a tough guy in the army, he had no less of the solemnity of the full dress.

"Children," the extremely majestic and psychic bull suddenly stopped in front of Yang Jie's brother and sister. Yang Lie flew down, calling out with some excitement. The thousands of words in his belly rolled for a while, but in the end he only squeezed out a sentence rather clumsyly, "I'm back for my father."

Although Yang Jie still couldn't get rid of the awkward feeling in his heart, after all, he was thirty years old in his previous life, and was only ten years younger than Yang Lie in front of him, so he always lacked the awareness of being a son. But now he has integrated the memories of this life. Whether in terms of blood or emotion, the person in front of him is his father who is just a fake one. At that time, thousands of words flashed through his mind, and in the end he could only bow properly: "Child, congratulations to daddy for his triumphant success!"

Seeing Yang Jie showing off, Yang Shao, Yang Xun, and the eccentric Yang Yan also stood behind their brother honestly and bowed in a similar manner: "Children, congratulations to Daddy for his triumphant success!"

The guards and maids who were waiting in front of the door with the four brothers and sisters bowed down from behind and shouted in unison: "I am going to congratulate you on your triumphant success!"

Yang Lie was stunned for a while. The scene in front of him was very different from the scene where his children were lying around his knees. However, seeing that the three young children and a group of servants were so polite, it was naturally because the eldest son Yang Jie was a good person to manage his family. After he passed away for several years, after his wife passed away, the eldest son, who was still a child, not only had to raise his younger brother and sister, but also had to manage the big business. The hard work in the process was hard to describe. With this in mind, he immediately stepped forward and helped Yang Jie up with his hands, put a generous and powerful palm on Yang Jie's already solid and powerful shoulder, and said warmly: "Good child, thank you for your hard work in the past few years."
Chapter completed!