Wang Wu's face was full of seriousness, and he looked at the three hundred militiamen in front of him, these people were all carefully selected and had top-notch builds.

This battle can only succeed and not fail, the king of the stove only gave him three hundred militia, and he naturally had to choose the best.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Wang Wu's life is in your hands."

Wang Wu bowed solemnly.

"Platoon Commander Wang, you can rest assured if you have an forehead," the squad leader patted his chest.

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"White porridge and mustard are enough, why am I in the imperial robe" Chapter 114 The battle is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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