Taking a deep breath, former PLA first-phase sergeant Aoyama tightly clenched the plastic water pipe in his hand.
At the same time, in his head, he tried hard to recall that he had not actually trained many assassination techniques in the army.
There's no way! Today's Rabbit family is no longer the era of only millet and rifles.
Although the PLA, which has become richer, has not completely forgotten the magic weapon of the past, "the bayonet sees red", it still puts more training energy into other aspects.
Fortunately, their two current opponents did not actually appear together.
The two of them were separated by about five or six meters, holding bloody machetes in their hands, and they were killing each other with their feet a little erratic.
The time difference caused by this gave them the opportunity to defeat them one by one.
So, when the gangster at the front appeared about 3 meters in front of him, the battle began.
Without even saying hello, both of them burst out in unison:
"Kill~"
When they shouted the word "kill", they thought of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood on the Luodian battlefield, so that such a simple word "kill~" was full of shocking power.
Then two plastic water pipes, one on the left and one on the right, were like two poisonous dragons, stabbing at the gangster with a fierce expression on his face.
One of the tubes stabbed the opponent in the stomach, and the other tube even stabbed the opponent directly in the face.
The next development can be said to have left Qingshan and the two of them extremely speechless.
As the saying goes, all reactionaries are just paper tigers. If we really take it seriously, these guys are nothing but rubbish, trash who only knows how to be weak and is afraid of evil.
Just after the two men yelled with anger, that is, under the word "kill", the gangster who looked fierce one second became panicked the next second.
Even the knife he slashed in his hand was a little light.
The question is, at this point, is it possible for Qingshan and the others to keep their hands on these things? Non-existent.
With two muffled sounds of "dong dong~", they all hit the target one after another.
Qingshan stabbed the opponent in the belly, which made him feel better.
But Fat Paper stabbed the opponent on the bridge of his nose, causing tears and snot to come out on the spot. At the same time, he threw away the machete and covered his nose.
Then, several wine bottles hit his head, shoulders, and back respectively.
When the beer bottle exploded on the gangster's head, the guy fell to the ground on the spot. Although he didn't completely faint, the way he was twitching on the ground showed that he was obviously temporarily disabled.
When the gangster in front fell down, the one behind him happened to rush over.
The problem is, after seeing the tragic experience of the previous companion, this bully was completely cowed on the spot, and he didn't even have enough courage to suck Bai Mian's head.
He stopped abruptly and wanted to turn around and leave.
It’s just that after smashing a round of beer bottles and killing a gangster, I recognized the nature of these things.
The five men and two women who followed Qingshan and Fat Paper had enough confidence.
Just like the natives of the supplementary battalion on the salient position, who easily defeated the Japanese's first attack for the first time, their confidence immediately became different.
When the second gangster turned around in panic, he was about to run away.
Qingshan and the two men had the water pipes in their hands, but they didn't even have time to stab them out, and the pile of beer bottles behind them just hit them with a bang.
Even at this moment, curses of various accents, genders, and voices rang in the ears of the two of them, full of hoarse anger:
"Niang Xipi, smash these bastards to death so that they can stop being nice people~"
"You son of a bitch, you go around stabbing people with your knife backwards. It's very ferocious, right? I'll kill you, you son of a bitch who don't live up to expectations, on behalf of your ancestors~"
"M sells B, BZ raises stinky men, you are like B and still want to kill me, I will teach you how to be a good person today~"
Along with these shouts and curses, the gangster received at least ten bottles, and soon followed in the footsteps of his companion, and they fell to the ground together.
While his whole body was twitching, there was instinctive fear on his face, and he no longer had the original ferocious look.
At first glance, they look a little pitiful; the problem is that as long as you think of what they just did, these people don't deserve any sympathy...
Similar to the Spanish infantry phalanx, such a tactic is achieved after the first battle.
Qingshan and Pang Zhi, plus the seven people behind them, all of them felt confident.
Especially the 7 people, 5 men and 2 women, all involuntarily raised their chests under the adoring eyes of the surrounding people. It was like reaching the highlight moment of their lives.
The problem is, for the two fat men, this is where they are.
Upon seeing this, Fat Paper continued to act as if he were striking while the iron was hot.
First, he shouted to the five men and two women behind him: "Brothers and sisters, don't be too anxious to be happy. Let us continue our efforts to defeat the remaining gangsters and rescue other people."
"Okay~"
"Smash these dogs to death~"
Such confident voices of agreement immediately came from behind firmly.
Later, Fat Paper imitated Hu Biao's encouragement of the indigenous warriors and acted as live mines, and shouted to the people around him who were watching in surprise:
"Everyone has seen that as long as we unite, these bastards are just paper tigers; now the gentlemen and heroines are taking action together.
The two smart men came first and tied up these two bastards."
Fatty yelled like this, and the scene instantly fell silent. No one responded, just looking at the group of them stupidly.
Just when the two of them were filled with disappointment, an extremely exciting scene appeared for them.
A middle-aged man wearing a hard hat and camouflage uniform, who was obviously a migrant worker brother, shook the snakeskin bag in his hand.
A long suppressed roar came out of his mouth: "Count me in."
Then he got up and ran towards this side, taking the belt from his waist as he ran, intending to tie up the gangster on the ground.
The actions of the migrant worker brothers opened the floodgates and aroused the surging public opinion of the masses.
"I'm afraid of eggs, but my party's world can be turned upside down by these bastards."
A man dressed as a small business owner snatched a floor tile from the flower bed next to him. He didn't even care about the expensive Donkey brand handbag in his hand, and rushed towards here holding the floor tile in both hands.
"Kill these bastards~"
Amid such a brief scolding, an aunt who had probably been a square dancer for a long time swung the bag in her hand like a meteor hammer and ran over with light steps.
At the same time, two young men came over, each holding a billiard stick and cursing.
In short, facing Fat Paper’s call for a while, it was like a cloud.
In the end, the number of such a group of people increased to about 30 in a very short period of time, making it look like a swarming bunch.
Under such a scale, they rushed towards the nearest gangster.
In fact, Qingshan and the others no longer have any formation with long weapons in front and throwers at the back, but it no longer matters whether they have a formation or not.
When they rushed to the next gangster, the gangster gritted his teeth and wanted to scare these people away with force.
But in the blink of an eye, he was knocked to the ground by intensive attacks, and then the soles of his feet fell like raindrops on him.
Good guys! There are a lot of high heels among them...
At 11:40 that night, after receiving the report, several SIRs arrived with numb scalps.
What they saw was not what they expected, a scene where a few of them had to bravely rush forward and fight the knife-wielding gangsters with batons and other equipment.
It was a scene of hundreds of people in the entire square chasing a few knife-wielding gangsters.
"The people are fighting like a vast ocean," such an old adjective suddenly sounded in the mind of the leader, Sir.