The entrance of the Dongzi camp.

The group has been assembled.

Compared with the other three battalions, the number of people in the Dongzi battalion was pitiful, about thirty or fifty in total.

Zhu Yanjun, who is dressed in black and has short hair, looks particularly refreshing and neat today, and his heroic posture is graceful.

"Are you all here?"

Her sharp gaze scanned around.

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