Even Yan Laoxi found it strange when he saw so many telegrams arriving at the same time.
After all, Yan Laoxi had been in a wretched state of development all these years.
Yan Laoxi hadn't been directly involved in the civil wars in Xia country.
Even this time, Yan Laoxi had chosen to intervene in the battle when it was about to end.
At this moment, the situation of Feng Jun's victory was already very obvious.
Therefore, whether it was Commander Zhang of the Feng Army or Scholar Wu of the Direct Army, there was no need for them to rope him in.
However, Yan Laoxi's other sons didn't think so. Their father was able to get so much attention and be roped in.
Of course, this was something to be happy about.
"Butler Chen, what did these telegrams say? Are they all trying to curry favor with our father?”
"Father is one of the most powerful forces in China. They usually don't look at Jinxi Province seriously. Now, they finally know the importance of Jinxi Province!”
When Yan Laoxi's sons heard the news, they were quite pleased with themselves.
However, at this moment, the old butler surnamed Chen said,"Old Master, it's the Young Marshal!"
"It's about the young marshal!"
Yan Laoxi's sons lost most of their interest when they heard that the telegram was about Yan Ziming.
However, Yan Ziming's second brother's lips curled up as he spoke to everyone mockingly,""Could it be that big brother lost the battle and was captured by the army?”
"Father, the Feng army has been winning all the way. If big brother really loses, then our Jinsui army will lose all our face!”
Yan Ziming's second brother was a bachelor. He did not hide his disdain for his " incompetent " older brother.
However, Butler Chen did not care about Yan Laoxi's second son. He said proudly,""Master, it was the young marshal who marched 93 kilometers in 18 hours and raided Cangzhou City.”
"The 1st division of the new army was beaten to a pulp, and the situation in the war between Zhi and Feng had a subtle reversal.”
93 kilometers away, they attacked Cangzhou City and defeated a division of elite soldiers with a battalion of child soldiers.
Yan Laoxi spat out the tea he was drinking.
How could he have thought that his qilin son would really amaze the world with a single brilliant feat? It was fine if he didn't fly, but he soared into the sky!
On the other side, Yan Dongliang was about to mock his " incompetent " brother.
At this moment, it was as if someone had opened his mouth and stuffed a ball of dry straw into it.
It was simply unbearable to the extreme.
What kind of joke was this?
In eighteen hours, they had to march 93 kilometers in the stormy night.
Furthermore, they would have the strength to defeat the 1st division of the new army.
This could no longer be described as an 'iron army'.
How did Yan Ziming train as a soldier? He wasn't a group of child soldiers.
How could an army made up of kids with an average age of eighteen achieve this?
For some reason, Yan Laoxi's other sons felt jealous.
This was especially so when the old butler read out Duan Qirui's praise of Yan Ziming as the " Qilin son of the Yan family " in the telegram.
The atmosphere became even stranger and more awkward.
Yan Laoxi's sons felt as if they had been slapped hard in the face.
His face was burning with pain.
If Big Brother was the Yan Family's Qilin Son, then what were they?
A green leaf and trash that served as a foil for the Qilin son?
Old Butler Chen read out all the praises that the warlords had given Yan Ziming.
Other than the somewhat exasperated Zhang Shao Shuai of Fengtian and Mr. Sun, who advocated "peaceful communication".
Almost everyone was trying to rope in the Jin Sui Army.
The one who caused the current situation was Yan Ziming, the Qilin Son of the Yan Family who was 'looked down' by Yan Laoxi's other sons.
"Cangzhou City hasn't been taken yet. Big Brother still has too few troops. He's facing the most elite division of the new army.”
"Father, the outcome is still uncertain.”
"We will have to face the anger of Marshal Zhang and hundreds of thousands of soldiers.”
Yan Laoxi's third son said sourly.
Even though Yan Ziming's 1st Independent Battalion had already created a miracle, it was still a miracle.
However, Yan Laoxi's sons still wanted to see Yan Ziming become a joke.
However, at this moment, Yan Laoxi snorted coldly.
"What, do you want to see your big brother defeated and captured?”
"What a bunch of idiots.”
"The four of you, remember this. Your big brother will always be your big brother!”
"I know better than you guys what Ziming's abilities are like.”
Yan Laoxi's face grew colder and colder. He looked at his four useless sons with unconcealable disappointment.
"Forget the four of you, even Zhang Hanting doesn't have the right to carry Ziming's shoes.”
"The seat I'm sitting in now will only belong to your big brother.”
"Even if the four of you are tied together, your abilities are not even one percent of your big brother's.”
Yan Laoxi roared at his other sons.
As an old fox who had been in charge of Jinxi Province for so many years, Yan Laoxi naturally knew what his sons were thinking.
However, even she could never guess what her eldest son, Yan Ziming, was thinking.
Not to mention the few useless sons he had left.
"Don't tell tales in front of me in the future. Read more books.”
"Even if one of you is willing to settle down and study more, not indulge in debauchery and not be bewitched by those scoundrels.”
"It's not to the extent that I can't even see what kind of person my big brother is.”
Yan Laoxi shook his head in disappointment and walked out slowly.
"What a pile of rotten wood!"
This sentence was like a heavy blow.
When Yan Ziming's four younger brothers heard this, their expressions instantly turned extremely ugly.
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