The turbaned man's eyes were shocked, and in desperation, he ordered his younger brother to rush forward. Suddenly, Qinlun Bar was bustling with excitement, fierce fighting sounds, and sudden painful screams.
The fight between the two sides was fierce, with steel knives flying, and each blow would cause a burst of blood.
The battle lasted for a long time, and no one could defeat the other. Although the people brought by Cai Honghai were very capable, they were a bit weaker in the face of the desperate fighting style of Wei Li and others. After all,
, He is afraid of being stunned, and he is afraid of losing his life. None of the younger brothers brought by Cai Honghai cherish their own lives. However, Wei Li and others are different. They are already like this anyway.
Just risk it all. I have no face to see my fourth brother today, so I might as well die.
As a result, the fight between the two sides was particularly fierce. Wei Li, Baozi and a group of young men from Qingshui Hall and Baozimen broke out from the left; Crooked Eyes, the man in the turban and other small sects who participated tonight resisted from the right.
.For a moment, at the entrance of Qinlun Bar, the battle was so fierce that it was almost inseparable.
Cai Honghai was also very surprised. He did not expect that these troops with extremely low combat effectiveness could fight hard against his own elite troops. Although the opponent seemed to be more miserable, they basically only bled but did not lose their lives.
As time passed by, the losses on both sides were great. The younger brothers at Wei Li and Leopard almost lay down one after another. Of the more than 100 people brought by Samsung Battlefield, less than 30 people were standing, and among these thirty
Almost everyone in the crowd was disappointed. On the other side, the situation of the improvised and motley army seemed not to be optimistic. The crooked-eyed man had been injured earlier. At this moment, he was squatting aside with his lower abdomen covered with blood.
The man in the turban took off his turban and threw it away.
"Bandage it, otherwise you will die!" A beautiful tip of hair was exposed on the head of the man in a turban.
"Thank you!" The crooked-eyed man nodded and looked at him gratefully. A scarf seemed to be extremely precious at this time. What is truly precious is not this scarf, but the friends made in the battle and the brothers who were sublimated in the battle.
friendship.
Maybe, after this battle, no matter the God of the East or the Crooked Eye Gang, they will undergo a qualitative transformation. Maybe, after such a battle, they will never be ordinary third-rate gangs again, because they have understood
