Five days later.

Lin Che only brought 3,000 guards with him, and all the remaining soldiers of the Shenji Camp stayed in the village.

Even Yan Musk was not brought.

He instructed, "During my absence, the training of the Divine Machine Battalion must not be neglected. Take good care of the Mountain, River, and State Map, and have the soldiers practice in it every day. Also, the elixirs and techniques I've left for you. In short, don't neglect anything. Do you understand?"

Yan Musk Xiang saluted and responded, "General, don't worry. When you return, the Divine Machine Battalion will definitely be improved. Not a single one will be lost!"

Lin Che also nodded, having explained everything that needed to be explained.

With his absolute control over the Shenji Camp, even if he let them go for three to five years, he could still do it after he came back: one arrow piercing the clouds, and thousands of troops would come to meet him.

"Old Prince, that's enough!"

"Haha, General Lin—please!"

A group of 3,100 people, accompanied by a huge wind, fire and thunder lion, set off in a mighty procession.

The people Lin Che brought with him this time were almost all those he had rescued from the prison, and some of them were military doctors.

They followed Lin Che back to Tiandu City, which was like returning home in glory.

Among them, the most excited one was Zhou Xianchun.

Back then… he was wrongfully imprisoned. In Tiandu City, he was always burdened with the labels of "second-generation rich kid," "uneducated and incompetent," "helpless even by relying on his parents," "Big Fool," and so on—over three hundred in total.

And now, Zhou Xianchun is back!

Zhou Xianchun rode on the bloody giant wolf, his face solemn and intimidating. He clenched his fists and swore secretly:

From this day forward, I, Zhou Xianchun, will return triumphantly! I will accomplish great things and bring honor to my family!

I, Zhou Xianchun, am a man of both literary and martial talents. No one can speak loudly in front of me anymore. I also don't allow anyone to call me those nicknames anymore!

"Dachun——"

At this moment, a voice came and interrupted Zhou Xianchun's thoughts.

Zhou Xianchun looked back, smiled, and groveled:

"General, do you have any instructions?"

"We are back in Tiandu City. Come, write a poem to liven up the atmosphere for everyone!" Lin Che said casually as he sat on the horse king's back.

"How can I embarrass myself in front of the general?"

"It's okay. I didn't call you ugly. Let's get started!"

Zhou Xianchun considered himself a scholar, full of righteousness. How could his poems be casually brought out to cheer people up? But thinking of Kuntai's fate, he dared not delay even a moment.

"Then I'll come!!"

Zhou Xianchun looked up at the sky, then at the flags, and recalled the battlefield. Suddenly, inspiration struck him:

"Return to the Capital"—"

"Once a dandy was trapped in a cage, but now his armor breaks through the sky."

"Yanyun's battle robes are stained red with blood, and Tiandu's fame is resounding with red battle flags."

"Three thousand wolf riders shocked their old acquaintances, and the sixteen states remembered their merits."

"Don't laugh at the scholar's frail bones, for one sword can defeat a million warriors!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Che nodded and shouted loudly:

"good--"

The three thousand guards also felt a surge of excitement and shouted, "What a great poem!"

"Dachun, you are indeed talented! The future great scholar!"

Even the old prince applauded with admiration when he heard it: "Mr. Zhou is a great talent. He is indeed a master of both civil and military affairs!"

Zhou Xianchun waved his hands: No big deal! No big deal!!

As Zhou Xianchun recited poems loudly, the whole team became more lively.

Half a month later.

Lin Che finally returned to Dagantian Capital City.

Ten miles from the city gate, flowers, red lanterns, and colorful ribbons were placed on both sides. These were the highest etiquette to welcome the triumphant heroes back.

After walking another two miles, we could already hear the loud sound of gongs and drums.

There were long guards of honor standing on both sides.

"Welcome General Lin Che's triumphant return!"

"Welcome back Master Wang from the Divine Machine Camp!"

Boom boom boom!!

The drums sounded, and the guards of honor on both sides sang and danced, leading the way.

Gradually, more and more people gathered on both sides of the official road. They stretched their necks and stood on tiptoe to see clearly who the champion Hou Linche was.

He was a great warrior, a hero, and a man of integrity. Most importantly, he was still unmarried...

"Who is our son-in-law? Oh, it must be this general." The ladies of each family no longer cared about their reputation and had unilaterally recognized Lin Che as their son-in-law.

"Are you from the Wang family worthy? General Lin must be the son-in-law of our Li family. I have three daughters, fourteen, eighteen, and twenty-two, all of whom must marry General Lin. They can also be concubines."

"Oh my. Is that General Lin? He is indeed wise and powerful, so majestic! Alas, it's a pity that I don't have a daughter. I wonder if General Lin likes married women? My second wife still has some charm..."

"The Mo family is truly blind. General Lin hadn't even gotten up yet, and they were already complaining about him. They should have fainted from crying by now."

"Haha. The Mo family is embarrassed to come here, right? They are no longer a noble family. They moved out of Tiandu more than half a year ago to make tools."

“Oh my—Master Lin. Master Lin!!”

Two officials emerged from the crowd and knelt down with a thud.

"Grand Herald, Ying Dehong—Chang Ting! Greetings to Lord Lin!"

Lin Che was originally chatting with the old prince, and never expected that these two guys would suddenly appear in front of the team.

Looking at them kneeling down, this is too exaggerated.

Looking across the entire Tiandu City, is there anyone more outrageous than you two?

"Haha. So it's you two. Why are you being so polite? Hurry up and get up. I'm not your boss anymore."

"Yes, yes. No matter how big the gift is, Lord Lin deserves it. We should salute such a great hero and contributor like General Lin."

Well, in this situation, I can't be so picky.

Just after walking a few dozen meters, an official suddenly came running towards me.

Originally, the entire official road had been cleared, with soldiers, honor guards, and civilians all walking on both sides, but no one stopped the officials who were running forward.

Moreover, he was dressed very formally.

When they were still a hundred meters away from Lin Che's team, they saw the official open his hands, slap them in front of his face twice, and then flopping to the ground.

"I, Zhang Erhe, represent millions of ordinary people. I represent the people of Yanyun who can finally return home. I also represent the ancestors of my Zhang family who died in battle in the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun."

"Meet General Lin!!"

"The Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun have finally been recovered. Those who have been away from home for many years, and the martyrs of the great cause, have you seen this?"

"I, Zhang Erhe, am honored to witness this historic feat. How wonderful! How wonderful!!"

Lin Che blinked. Zhang Erhe?

Oh shit!

There really are people who are even more exaggerated than those two guys from the Grand Herald...