Yang Family was after all the family of generals. To the warriors in the army, they were brothers, brothers who shared life and death with each other. They could obviously heal them, but because of his selfishness, they became cripples.
"Alright then, just two. You are only in charge of the main blade."
"Alright."
The Crown Prince smiled with satisfaction.
"Soldiers, why aren't you thanking Young Master Yang and Mrs. Yang?"
"More Young Master Yang, Mrs. Yang."
"But who's going first?"
The crown prince said, "Draw the lottery, add on to the ten members of the Barbarian Land Army, write down the numbers on the paper, whoever catches one will be treated, and the second one will be treated, and so on."