"Hey, punch, forget the first move of pig killing fist? Arm, use arm!"

"Take your stomach back, kick him, kick him three places. Forget to kill the pig's feet. I said you don't have a long memory. Go back and Practice for me. If you forget, shout it out for me to deepen your memory."

Tong Yan leisurely guided her group of beggars' sect brothers, each riveting with great strength, shouting while fighting.

So the deafening voices outside the tall city gate rang one after another. The people in the city gathered together to explore there one by one. Looking at a group of tall, fierce and well-trained people who can compete with mercenaries, their moves are very wonderful.

Even my name sounds funny.

"Eldest sister, how can I feel ashamed." the little yellow chicken's face was hot and coughed twice. "Would you like to consider changing the name of the move? We have a little face at least. It's like the new year."

"You still know the new year." Tong Yan raised her eyebrows. She touched her chin and thought, "it's OK. Don't you think they were beaten like pigs?"

The soldiers turned black. They were the lowest and first-class martial artists. They were beaten like this by a group of people who didn't even have accomplishments. It was a shame to lose their home.

The people of the beggars' sect also found that they had to be beaten passively. This time, they really turned over. What if they didn't have accomplishments? They can still deal with them without accomplishments!

For a time, the morale of the team was high. Tong Yan smiled with his chin on one side. He was still very satisfied with their training results.

Although there are still some deficiencies compared with those of modern majors, it is still good to reach the current level in two weeks.

These people have really tried.

Tong Yan got up, patted the dust on her body and walked towards the refugee. She squatted down, looked at the blood book in the man's hand and said, "do you want to hand this over to the prince?"

"Yes." the middle-aged woman looked at Tong Yan kneeling on the ground and kowtowed, "girl, I know you have great skills. Please, if you have a chance, please help me hand over our petition to the prince. As long as the prince sees it, he will not abandon us."

Tong Yan pursed her lips. She looked back at the city gate and found that they were playing very lively outside, but the group of people stationed inside were unmoved.

This was somewhat unexpected. I thought that the riot would affect the people inside, but I didn't expect that the group of people would not be affected at all.

"Elder sister, I feel more than one breath of the strong. It's inside the city gate."

The little yellow chicken whispered, and Tong Yan also found that there were several people in it. Their faces remained unchanged, and their breath was stable and unaffected.

It seems that this refugee shortage is not just the deliberate embarrassment of the gatekeeper.

She remembered that long Yanhuang said that the northern underworld city was the prince's scope, so did the prince know about it?

"I've fought with you. We are in dire straits. We just want to get some help. Yuan Pusheng didn't do anything and set fire to burn us alive. So that things don't leak out. Yuan Pusheng is really not a human being and doesn't even let go of his newborn babies. One after another was burned alive in front of us." The middle-aged woman kneeling on the ground burst into tears. She roared,

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