The wooden table became a very effective weapon in the hands of the soldiers, and some soldiers even played the wooden table weapons in a variety of ways... For example, the group led by Li Zuolong, this group consists of three people.
Yes, Li Zuolong supported the two table legs in front alone... He was very strong, and it was easy for him to play with this. Moreover, with this thing, the fewer people, the easier it is to cooperate... So the wooden table not only
It was like a hammer and sometimes it would spin and then fly out of their hands and smash it to the ground.
Of course, this does not mean that Li Zuolong and the others have no weapons... There are some tables in this room. Before the gangsters rushed up again, Li Zuolong and others raised another table...
On the other hand, although those hooligans have any controlled knives or wooden sticks in their hands... but those things are not the opponent of this thick wooden table... But then again, the quality of the wooden table of this era is
There is nothing to say. If this is a modern synthetic board, I am afraid it will fall apart if I hit it like this.
So although the gangsters were many, they were no match for the soldiers at all... They were smashed by the wooden table and screamed in pain. Lian Tian had no power to fight back!
Finally, the soldiers saw that there were few gangsters with combat capabilities left, so they came to cooperate with each other... This cooperation with each other means standing a few tables one by one like shields, and then shouting.
With a sound of force, all the people rushed towards the hooligans... When did those hooligans have seen this kind of fighting style? In addition, they are just gangsters who can show off their courage, so they were quickly pushed to the ground one by one... The warriors
When I threw the table up, I punched and kicked them, and shouted while slapped:
"Let you dare to bully the soldiers!"
"Your dog eyes are blind!"
"Remember it all for me, and I will hit you once when I see you later!"
...
That one was called depressed, and soon there were hooligans screaming in the hall... In fact, most of the hooligans here were not seriously injured, but they would beat us when they saw people who could stand up...
So they simply lay on the ground and couldn't get up. On the other hand, they were worried that their accomplices would say they were cowards... so they just grabbed a place and screamed...
We are all people who come from the battlefield, and we don’t have to listen to know which one is true and which one is false. We just don’t want to be too concerned about them!
This may be the difference between a mob and a well-trained one... a mob is like this group of hooligans. When they have advantages, they will surge up. It looks like they are all brothers, and they can be stabbed in two straits... But
When the moment of life and death comes, all kinds of chaos come out!
This scene reminds me of the friends I made in modern times... I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. Things in the world are often so ironic... I used to have so much but didn't know how to cherish them, but now I know I'm wrong but I'm going to be
There is no turning back now!
"Comrade! Comrade..." The bald man walked up and said, "Speak well if you have something to say, and say well if you have something to say..."
But I ignored him at all... He was the only person here who was not beaten and still stood still. The only reason was that he was not taking action but was persuading the fight!
This surprised me a little... because I didn't think he was cowardly, but saw the strength of both sides from the beginning... His persuasion was actually for the purpose of protecting his brother.
In other words... he is the only smart person here who understands it clearly!
"Oh! Comrade!" Finally, seeing that we were still fighting happily, the bald man had no choice. He pulled his clothes on his body, revealing a gun hole on his shoulder and said, "Comrade... I am also a soldier! This scar is a scar.
...It was the Japanese who fought on the battlefield of counterattack!”
"Um!" I was stunned when I heard this, and looked at the gun hole... It was indeed true.
"Which unit belongs?" I asked.
"Some battalion of a certain regiment..." The bald man stepped forward and replied: "I participated in the battle to attack Gaoping... I was injured there!"
"Yeah!" I nodded. Then I shouted to the soldiers who were still fighting happily: "Stop!"
The soldiers didn't say anything... and they stopped their hands and feet and stood in a row behind me. At this time, the hooligans in the hall still lay down on the ground and no one dared to get up.
"How could I get along with them?" I asked the bald head.
"Oh!" The bald man sighed and replied a little embarrassedly: "It's not for life... I am a family member..."
Of course there is no need to say much about the following words... At this time, I couldn't help but feel sad. Who would believe that... a hero who made achievements on the battlefield would become a gangster after returning to a peaceful society...
At this time, Liang Lianbing dragged a few people up, and while walking, he cursed: "Battery Commander... Damn! These guys actually have guns... and submachine guns!"
"It's nothing!" I asked, "Is anyone injured?"
"No!" Liang Lianbing replied: "They don't even hurry to pull out this gun... Let's knock it down!"
"Yeah!" I was very satisfied with this.
I didn't expect these hooligans to have guns, and when they saw Liang Lianbing handed over... there was also a 56 rush...
Fortunately, we are launching a raid. Otherwise... if there is a gun battle, I am afraid that there will be no way to stop if there are few lives!
"This is Zhang Longxing!" Liang Lianbing kicked a guy in flowery clothes and also had a bald head to the ground.
Zhang Longxing looked up and saw the scene in the hall, and was stunned. Then he turned around and scolded me: "You are so fucking good! Wait for me, I want you..."
"Brother Long!" The bald man came up in time to interrupt Zhang Longxing and said, "Forget it... we can't afford to mess with these people!"
"Take your fuck!" The boss named Zhang Longxing was a little cruel and still shouted unyieldingly: "What does it mean to be unable to provoke... The person I can't afford to provoke hasn't been released yet..."
The following words soon turned into a scream. I squatted in front of Zhang Longxing, whose face was covered in blood and was beaten like a pig's head, and said in a deep voice: "I tell you... Everyone here is in Vietnam.
I killed dozens of Japanese devils on the battlefield! You are not ruined today... Just because the country still needs us to go to the battlefield! If one day... I really annoyed me... Think about it yourself what it would be
The end! Do you understand?"
At this moment, Zhang Longxing didn't dare to speak anymore. He just looked at us standing around and nodded silently.
I asked again with some dissatisfaction: "Do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand!" Zhang Longxing nodded quickly...