Most of the people guarding the place with Xiucai were men and horses coming from Sandao Street. Seeing the brothers who had grown up playing together falling to the ground one by one, Xiu Cai's eyes immediately turned red. He roared and swung his knife to kill him. Today
The attackers were all dressed in short clothes, holding various weapons in their hands, including sabers, machetes, and Japanese swords. They attacked the scholar and the others fiercely. The scholar's eyes almost burst out with fire.
The machete fell, opening a hole in the chest of the person closest to him from top to bottom. A string of blood beads rolled to the ground. The man screamed, threw the weapon in his hand to the ground, and clenched his hands tightly.
He covered the wound tightly, but blood still flowed out rapidly from the wound, and he could see that he was dying.
At this time, Sun Dacheng rushed over from the crowd, his whole body was stained red with blood, both his own and others'. He wiped the blood on his face vigorously and shouted loudly: "Fuck, the other party is too fierce.
Brothers, I can't stand it anymore!", "Xiucai, what should I do?" Sun Dacheng's voice changed a little. It's not because he was timid. It was because there were so many opponents, and they all tried their best.
The scholar's eyes were gloomy like a pool of stagnant water, he clenched his back molars and shouted loudly: "Brothers, from the moment we embarked on this path, we have no intention of living to avenge our fallen brothers.
!Fight them and kill them!"
Hearing Xiucai's words, the brothers from Sandao Street who were hanging out with him all shouted: "Fuck, kill one to earn enough money, kill two to earn one, let's fight!" The brutal fighting quickly entered a fierce stage.
The scholar is worthy of being Zhang Zhuang's first general. When fighting begins, he is vicious and draws blood. In just a moment of contact, he has already knocked down four or five of his opponents, with the machete in his hand not stopping.
Every time the sword flashed, a string of blood beads splashed in the air. Immediately, the opponent noticed the threat that the scholar's presence posed to his own side. The most important thing was that the scholar's ferocity aroused the strong fighting spirit of his men. Although there were many people,
He was nearly half smaller than his opponent, but like a wild wolf forced into a dead end, he bared his pale teeth and began to fight back viciously.
A brother nicknamed Huo Yazi from Sandao Street, which was next to the scholar, chopped down another person and loudly said to the scholar: "Xiucai, why don't we withdraw!" He had never experienced such a bloodbath.
He couldn't stand the scene any longer.
The scholar didn't even look back, and said hoarsely while slashing wildly: "If anyone wants to leave, I will never stop him. If I go back alive, we will still be brothers!"
When Huoyazi heard this, he stopped talking. He just widened his eyes and rushed towards the place with the most people. At this time, a Japanese sword suddenly passed through his chest. His hands were weak and he raised the machete.
He wanted to continue cutting, but in the end he ran out of energy. He looked back at the scholar and showed a helpless smile. Just as he was about to speak, a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He struggled and took a few steps back, "Xiucai, three ways.
The people on the street are not cowards, I. I’m going to take the first step.” After saying that, he fell to the ground and stopped motionless.
Seeing the corners of the scholar's eyes burst open and bleeding, he yelled, "Hua Ya Zi!" He yelled and rushed to his side, with the machete in his hand stabbing into the stomach of the gangster who had chopped down his brother. With a backhand turn, he right
He kicked his lower abdomen, retracted his arm, and pulled out the machete. The little gangster's blood and other disgusting things spurted out of his stomach. Before he could scream again, Xiucai slashed with his backhand, sharply.
The hapless little gangster's knees weakened and he knelt on the ground. He threw away the Japanese sword in his hand and covered his throat with both hands. Blood kept pouring out from his neck and abdomen.
A pair of dead fish eyes bulged out, and he looked at the scholar blankly. Until his death, he did not believe that he had died for no apparent reason.
As time passed, the attackers' human wave tactics still achieved results. The scholars continued to fall, and the rest were cut into pieces, with three or two leaning against each other and persisting in fighting.
Especially the scholar, who was given special care by a large group of people holding sharp knives. The people around him were knocked to the ground one by one, leaving him alone to fight hard with a machete that was broken into half. He had blood stains on his body and face.
It was full of blood, both from the enemy and from one's own. A deep wound was opened on his back at some point. The muscles were turned to both sides, exposing pale tendons. Blood was flowing out from his back. His movements were already slow.
He was powerless, and it seemed that he couldn't hold on much longer.
The brutal hand-to-hand fighting continued, and the groans of the injured on the ground and the shouts of those who were still fighting with knives echoed in the empty market. More and more people fell down, and the eyes of the remaining people were red.
My nerves seemed to be numb, and there was only one thought left in my mind, kill!
All the people in Zhang Zhuang's gang, including Xiucai, were filled with crazy resentment. This time the fire was a complete failure. They were ambushed and almost completely wiped out. There was no chance to stand up. Many people fell.
At that time, my eyes were full of unwillingness.
The scholar's eyes were bloodshot, and his extreme anger kept him from falling. Now he was exhausted. Every time he used the knife, the wounds on his body were affected. Several brothers who tried their best to rescue him fell under the opponent's knife.
Originally, he had a chance to escape, but he couldn't leave his brothers and escape on his own. Seeing so many brothers who had been through life and death being chopped down one by one by the other side, his heart was bleeding, and he was already prepared to die.
The preparation here, so many brothers lie here forever, he is shameless to see the families of the dead brothers. Many of them came through the most difficult times with him. As their eldest brother, he promised them,
He wanted to lead them to live a good life. In these years of bloody life, every brother regarded him as his own brother, but now they have left one after another, and now he is ready to die here.
After Xiucai struggled to chop down a hand-held gangster, a sharp knife more than half a foot long pierced his abdomen from behind him. Xiucai only felt a chill in his stomach. The tip of the knife protruded from the front of his body, and it was bright red.
Blood fell drop by drop from the tip of the knife, and he could no longer feel the pain. His natural fierceness made him turn around and saw a young face, full of excitement because of the successful sneak attack, but before he could wait, he turned around and saw a young face.
When he finished his excitement, he saw a ray of white light flashing across his eyes, and felt a chill in his neck. Blood had already spurted out from the aorta, and beautiful flowers of blood bloomed in the air. His hands were in vain in the air.
Scratching randomly seemed to save his young life. Until his death, he did not believe that an exhausted and dying person could move so fast, and that his own life was so fragile and vulnerable.
The scholar threw away the broken knife in his hand and pulled out the Japanese tanto from his waist. After killing the gangster who fatally stabbed him, he had exhausted all his physical strength and energy and knelt down helplessly on the ground soaked in blood.
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At this time, a speeding car rushed out of the crowd, knocking down several people who were about to slash at the scholar with a knife. The car door slammed open, and a hand stretched out to pull the scholar who was kneeling on the ground into the car.
With a kick of the accelerator, the car made a sharp sound and rushed out of the market. The person who rescued the scholar was none other than Sun Dacheng. He had just taken advantage of the chaos and rushed out, ran to the place where he usually parked his car, and started the car parked there. When he saw the scholar, he suddenly
If he is about to die, immediately rush over and rescue him.
This is all Sun Dacheng can do now. What happened today was too sudden. Even if he wanted to rescue all the brothers who were still in the market, it was obviously impossible. In fact, he could and
It was a miracle that the two scholars rushed out. From the rearview mirror of the car, he could clearly see the brothers in the gang falling down one by one. Tears slowly flowed from Sun Dacheng's eyes, and his teeth were gritted.
There was a rattling sound, and a kind of despair surged into his heart. He knew that the matter had happened irreversibly. The top priority was to find a place to rescue the seriously injured scholar. He glanced at the scholar who had fallen on the seat.
Xiucai was now seriously injured and in shock, and the seat was soaked with blood. Damaya stepped on the accelerator of the car to the bottom, and the car quickly disappeared into the night like a wild horse that had escaped its reins.
The operation planned by the bald Cheng Jin can be said to be a complete victory so far. The gang members guarding the market can be said to be Zhang Zhuang's core strength. The market battle almost wiped out Zhang Zhuang's gang. Although Xiucai and Sun
The two backbones of Dacheng finally escaped, but this does not affect the overall situation. With the few remaining people in the gang, it is difficult to stir up a big storm at the moment. One general can accomplish everything!
At the same time, Dadongbei Industrial Company and Dadongbei Logistics Company were also attacked, but the losses were very small, because after Peng Hui and Zhang Zhuang made preparations after talking on the phone, Peng Hui and Zhang Zhuang were ready before the attackers came in.
Hui had already slipped out of the back door with his people, but the person in charge of the rear was killed by the bald Cheng Jin. It was Peng Hui's timely response that allowed Zhang Zhuang's gang to stay at Dadongbei Industrial Company and Dadongbei Logistics Company.
There was no major loss to the basic backbone, and some capital was left for a comeback in H City in the future. Fortunately, Shui Rou and Xia Hong had already been transferred away, otherwise the consequences would have been more serious.
In a remote residential building in H city, Peng Hui, Damaya, Li Wei and the remaining brothers were holding an emergency meeting. Xiucai was sent to the hospital and has not yet woken up from a coma.
Come over, Sun Dacheng led two people to look there. There was a dead silence in the room, and all the people's faces were full of sadness and dissatisfaction. Overnight, the famous Zhang Zhuang gang in Taiping District, City H was basically beaten.