Looking at the broken armor in front of him, even after many years of incident, Director Hua still felt his nose sore. The past scenes appeared in his mind like a sudden look. He took a deep breath and pointed to the armor in the middle and said, "The owner of this armor is Chang'an, nicknamed Lao Wu. He is black, strong and as strong as a cow. He can eat five steamed buns with a face in one meal. He can eat them. He is even less afraid of death when he goes to the battlefield. He once fought against the five Portuguese generals with his own strength, and three of them were killed by him."

"The fifth brother is really strong. The prince never misses his skills."

"He is too strong, so strong that the Portuguese people are also afraid. In order to kill him, a careful plan was formulated. At that time, the prince rushed to help him and ordered him to guard Liangcheng. As a result, it was the plan of Pufan to lure the tiger away from the mountain. When the prince realized something was wrong, Lao Wu was already weighing six arrows, and he was spitting blood in his chest and fighting. He forced himself to kill the Portuguese general with his last breath."

"The fifth brother died in the arms of the prince. He said that what he regrets most is that he doesn't know much about literacy and does not understand military tactics. He also didn't know the plan of Portuguese. Before he died, he said that steamed buns smelled the most, and when he ate five steamed buns, he felt the most delicious..."

The past is vivid in my mind. Dean Hua looked at the broken armor and seemed to see Lao Wu smiling at him with a steamed bun that was bigger than his face.

He didn't want Lao Wu and the brothers here to be forgotten at all. He tried hard to tell everyone here what kind of style the Lao Wu who wielded his sword and killed the enemy under the horse had.

If so, he hopes to say the owner of every armor here so that more people can know them.

Even if the past is rotten, it cannot be forgotten.

King Yong'an looked at the broken armor standing in front of him, and could not hide his touch in his eyes. He seemed to be able to pass through the armor and see the tragic battle of that year, and see the tragic fortune of Lao Wu...

Shi Lang Lin and others felt that the nose was so sour. The armor was cut by a knife and shot through it by arrows. The dark brown blood stains were left on it, telling them that it was difficult to get to the southwest step by step.

What they had never heard of the name of these generals had a brilliant and short life that they should not have been forgotten, and suddenly they felt that it was no accident that Prince Xikang was so respected in the southwest.

He should.

Zhuang Xile looked at the expressions of everyone, took a deep breath, sniffed, and said, "The owners of several armors here are all Dean Hua's comrades back then, and they have the feeling of life and death that can be delivered on the battlefield."

"Director Hua was next to him when General Chang was killed. At that time, Dean Hua was also shot in the shoulder, and his right arm was cut with a deep knife, which left behind sequelae."

Dean Hua waved his hand, Zhuang Xile smiled at him and continued:

"I heard from my grandfather that Dean Hua was a gentle and weak scholar before he arrived in the army. He was especially good at arithmetic and more good at strategy. He thought he was a good material for being a military advisor, but who knew that he was also very strong and powerful in killing the enemy with a knife. Later, after retreating from the army, he planned to build Liexin Academy and became the first dean of the college."

When everyone heard what Zhuang Xile said, Dean Hua's eyes changed, especially Minister Lin. From the first sight of Dean Hua, he felt that his eyes were shrewd and calculating. At first glance, he wanted to get benefits from the prince. He never expected that he had such a passionate past.

The solemnity and feeling on Dean Hua's face gradually shattered, and a faint smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It can make the prince remember it, Hua has no regrets in his life."

King Yong'an held his hands behind his back, looked at the armor in front of him and said cautiously: "Although the court does not know your name, the southwest has always remembered the stability of the current situation. In addition to the King of Xikang's contribution to the custody, the generals in the southwest also made great contributions. The damage to the war of each general is the loss of the court. The entire Dali just broke free from the mud, and there is still a more difficult and farther way to go in the future. Generals and soldiers are the people who are the ones who are leading the way, and no one dares to say that they forget it."

"One day in the future, the court will definitely have better decrees to provide protection to the generals and give more preferential treatment to the families of the fallen soldiers, so that they can live a better life."

As he said that, he turned around and looked at Dean Hua, "So before this, Dali must be more powerful. The road to power is indispensable."

Mr. Lin and others hurriedly bowed, "Weichen and others must be diligent for Dali's strength and hard work for the rest of their lives."

Dean Lianhua's eyes were moved.

Zhuang Xile couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Looking at what the words said by the King of Yong'an were not passionate or grand. Just a few words made these people feel excited and moved.

She should learn, too.

King Yong'an was so excited by the words of Dean Hua. He should defend his country and fight on the battlefield. This is how men should be like this.

"In addition to the assessment rewards mentioned just now, I will invest 100,000 taels of money for the college's expenses."

Dean Hua smiled in his heart, and bowed again regardless of the pain in his waist, "I will thank the emperor for the students of the college, and thank the prince."

Dean Hua is still a military member, and only he is willing to change his household registration at any time, but he is not willing.

After bowing, I straightened my waist and looked at the armor happily, muttering to myself: Lao Wu, Thirteen, have you seen that, we have obtained another silver, you have made contributions again, if so much silver is spent, if those bastards can't practice well, I have to make up their butts, and there are a few more people who remember us.

Perhaps these broken armor and the story of the master behind them impacted the hearts of King Yong'an and others, or perhaps the military books hidden here can be said to be the most powerful thing that makes people reluctant to leave. It was not until the meal was started that someone came to ask if the meal was served.

King Yong'an rejected the meal specially made for him by the chef in the college and proposed to taste the students' food. Dean Hua happily took them to the cafeteria.

The stewed cabbage in a big bowl, the stewed tofu in a bright red, the vegetable leaf soup in a large jar, and the rice mixed with coarse grains are today's lunch for students.

At this time, the cafeteria was full of people, and the students were holding a large meal plate with their heads down and eating hard, as if they were eating some delicacies.

Looking at the food in front of him, King Yong'an took the lead in moving the chopsticks. This man who usually had to change the white jade cup to drink tea with chopsticks and started eating. In comparison, Mr. Lin and others ate a little reluctantly, and felt that the coarse grains in the rice were a bit cut, but they could even eat them as princes, and they couldn't.

Dean Hua glanced at everyone with a slight glance and said nothing. How could the pampered officials know that if they could have such a meal on the march, the soldiers would have traveled ten miles more.

Well, this King of Yong'an is good.
Chapter completed!