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Chapter 211 Chapter 211: Bandits, or kill, or capture (1) [Last month, monthly ticket 1250+]

Nongqin looked at Jiang Yanji firmly, kneeling straight on her knees, her shoulder wound was still bleeding, and her clothes stuck.

"Pray for God!"

Jiang Yanji looked at the piano with a smile, and looked at her unnaturally.

After a long time, she said, "What do you think I can teach you?"

Playing the piano for a while, didn't understand her meaning,

Jiang Yanji said, "You will practice hard, know hard, and have a heart that is not willing to lose. It is enough to have these. What I can teach you is just to show you how to maximize your strengths and how to make your body strong. The rest is up to you. "

Women's physiological structure is indeed disadvantaged, but this does not mean that women are weak.

In the world of Jiang Yanji, the federal military power is roughly divided into fourteen legions, and the head of the legion is the highest commander and is directly assigned to the general marshal. Each legion has different responsibilities. For example, the seventh legion led by Jiang Yanji belongs to the first-tier combat legion.

It can be said that in addition to the General Marshal, the commander of the legion is a man of the pinnacle of power.

In Jiang Ji's session, there were eight female legionnaires and six males.

The federal strong is respected and does not speak of gender.

Who can say that those legionnaires are women and therefore weaker than the other six male legionnaires?

In fact, Jiang Yanji's personal combat effectiveness can be squeezed into the top three in the ranks of legions.

The physiological structure is not absolute, depending on whether there is a stronger mind.

"If others have more strength than you, then you learn how to shoot faster. If others are faster than you, then you learn **** someone in one shot. If others are better than you, then you learn Art of war, how to lead an army. Your eyes, never focus on your own weaknesses. You also don't need to compare your weaknesses with the strengths of others. That is not necessary. "

Every time Jiang Yanji said, the heart of Nongqin couldn't control it, as if something was about to break out of the cocoon.

She said, "Come up, you come to me to teach you, I should always teach something."

Get up to the piano, and the knees are grey.

"I will come to the farm every day for a while. What I can learn, it depends on you." Jiang Yanji raised her hands and pinched the extremities of the piano, with a serious expression. Is there a massage? "

The massage list given by Jiang Yanji was not simple. It was prepared for military academy students. It could maximize the training effect, stimulate muscle and nerve activity, reduce the sequelae left over from the previous day's training, and achieve more results with less effort.

After a long period of time, the younger one will be able to develop again and effectively improve the physical fitness.

Nong Qin's face turned red, and he whispered, "Yes, the head teacher saw that the training of slaves was unbearable, and specifically made Zhuangzi's auntie learn to help slaves."

Although the whole body massage is very shameful, the effect is really remarkable.

The muscles are sour and swollen, and it feels like a hot bath.

She thought she would be too tired to crawl the next day, but didn't want to sleep full, and her limbs were only slightly sore.

This level of fatigue does not affect training at all.

Jiang Yanji chuckled and praised, "Meng Hun is very careful. You go down to treat the wound on your shoulder and apply some medicine."

The violin said in a respectful voice.

"After another half month, it seems that Chief Wu has been selected?"

Jiang Yanji looked at the charter he had set before, and he did select the chieftain once a month.

Meng Hundao said, "Hui Langjun, yes."

"Nong Qin also participated in the announcement. Whoever loses to her will be washed and washed by the Ministry."

Meng Hun opened his mouth openly and asked, "While trying to win, the girl who plays the piano ..."

She was very disadvantaged by her size alone.

Jiang Yanji said meaningfully, "It may not be impossible to win."

No one knows better than her **** someone in the shortest time.

You can take the enemy's life even if you are in a disadvantage!

Since teaching how to play the piano, how can we not teach some dry goods?

Meng Hun's back was chilling, and his subconscious thought something was wrong, but he couldn't tell why.

Cangzhou is one of the twenty-one counties in the six states of Dongqing. It has access to commercial roads in the north and has a dense connection with northern Xinjiang. The exchange of goods between the two places has attracted many businessmen to do business and promote local economic prosperity. Make Cangzhou become Dongqing big state.

However, this bustling scene is gone forever, and now Cangzhou is filled with depression and exhaustion. From time to time, rogue robbers rush to and from businessmen. The bustling and bustling commercial roads have disappeared from the old days. A few ragged people are sitting. roadside.

Occasionally, you can see rows of soldiers wearing Meng Jiajun costumes patrolling with guns. They look diligently to investigate suspicious pedestrians, secretly seize property, seize the opportunity to bully the people, seize the goods of merchants and merchants, and take advantage of the opportunity to blackmail. .

Every level in and out of Cangzhou, especially in Meng County, is more heavily guarded. Because the bandits are looting, the people who have to leave their homes are stranded at the gates of the city. They are worn out and worn out, their skin is yellow, their skin is thin, their eyes are numb. .

"These **** ... beasts!"

Avoiding the soldiers, an old gray-haired beggar covered his face and wept, holding an underweight child in her arms.

If you look closely, the child is pale, with mottled bruises on her face, her eyes closed, and her breathing has stopped.

Xiaoqier was picked up by an old beggar. He was pulled from the teeth to the twelve-year-old. He thought he had a dependability in the second half of his life. He never wanted to be hungry in the belly of his grandson, secretly begging, and accidentally soiled the shoes of a soldier of the Meng family Face, and then was killed alive by the other side.

Where is the patron saint who defends Dongqing and the people?

Obviously a group of wolf tiger leopards in human skin, evil spirits from hell!

"What's the curse, old beast!"

A soldier with a sharp ear heard a little voice and scolded him forward.

The old beggar simply stepped out and spit at the soldier, "Scolding you beasts!"

But for a moment, a bloodstain fainted along the side of the road, and an old beggar who had been pierced several holes was lying next to the body of a small beggar.

The neighbouring refugees were already numb, a pair of eyes pricked up by wooden beads, not moving, just like wooden people.

At this moment, there was a crisp horseshoe sound outside the gate.

The guard, who was still high-spirited, looked like a mouse when he met a cat, becoming charming and respectful, nodding his head.

Regardless of the disorderly people, the horsemen rushed straight into the horse.

"Small things happen to obey Kori Mori! Quick pass!"

The rider's eyes were red, bloodshot, and his face was covered with a layer of gray oil. His head was oily and his face was withered. At a glance, he knew that he was riding a horse fast, and he rushed away for days and nights, even without regard Clean up appearance.

_ (: з 」∠) _ Laba, did you drink porridge? Mushrooms did not drink, crying QWQ

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