It was around three o'clock in the morning, and there were few vehicles on the road. More than 20 minutes later, a group of people, about a hundred or so, came rushing from the east. They were all carrying machetes, iron pipes and other murderous weapons in their hands. They were all panicking.
He was as confused as a lost dog.
In the crowd, the one wearing black clothes with a pale face was Guizai. The fat man next to him who weighed more than 250 kilograms was Fat Zhulong. This hasty fight with the Yihe Gang encountered many ambushes. The Shanhe Gang
Defeated, they had no choice but to lead these surviving personnel out of Zhongshang District and escape back to Yundu District.
Seeing the crowd getting closer and closer, Chen Lin, who was hiding in the bushes, asked: "Dong Qiang, it seems that this group of people is coming."
Qin Dongqiang's eyes stayed on this group of people and replied in a low voice: "Yes, it's them. Everyone, get ready for battle."
When the distance was less than twenty meters, Qin Dongqiang shouted, "Brothers, let's fight..." He picked up his semi-automatic rifle and opened fire first.
"Bang!"
The front member of the Shanhe Gang was shot in the chest and screamed, "Ah, there's an ambush..." His body swayed and he fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Lin and more than a dozen other Julang Gang members armed with semi-automatic rifles pulled the triggers and opened fire.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
The crisp sound of gunfire echoed in the night sky, making it particularly harsh.
Blood splattered everywhere, and the members of the Shanhe Gang who were running at the front were shot and fell down one after another. The rest of the people were in chaos like a hornet's nest, crying for their parents and shouting for their mothers.
"Oops, there's an ambush."
"Everyone, please retreat quickly..."
At the same time as the gunfire rang out, many members of the Julang Gang threw gasoline and incendiary bombs one by one, landing in the dense crowd.
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
The glass bottle fell to the ground and burned on its own. More than a dozen Shanhe Gang members were unable to avoid it. Their bodies suddenly burst into flames, as if they were alive, and they screamed in terror.
"Ah... burn me to death."
"My hand is touched, it hurts so much..."
The unpleasant smell of burning hair and flesh filled the air, which was nauseating. The dozen or so Pyromen were running around in unbearable severe pain, causing the flames on their bodies to become more and more intense, and they bumped into other accomplices.
Soon the opponent's body is also on fire.
The scene quickly became a mess, with shrill shouts one after another.
The sudden change caused the loss of nearly one-third of the members of the Shanhe Gang. Guizai and Fatty Zhulong both had frightened looks on their faces and hurriedly shouted: "Everyone, retreat quickly, all of them retreat..."
The surviving 60 or 70 people turned around and ran back to the direction they came from, only to encounter more than 300 members of the Yihe Gang who were chasing them, the two incense masters "Death Spear" Feng Du and "Chasing Wind Sword" Qi Tianming.
He waved his pistol and directed his men to meet him.
"Brothers, come to me and kill all these bastards..."
"Everyone, rush..."
Many members of the Boxer Gang rushed forward wielding machetes and steel pipes, fighting with the Shanhe Gang members who had escaped. Under the lights, the machetes flashed silver and rose and fell, blood spattered, and shouts and curses were mixed together.
At this time, people have lost their minds and become like wild beasts, full of animal nature.
Now the Yihe Gang had five or six times as many members as the Shanhe Gang, and the fight immediately became one-sided, causing the Shanhe Gang members to howl and fall into a pool of blood one after another.
However, there are two people in the Shanhe Gang who are extremely fierce and show no fear at all under the siege of many enemies, namely Gui Zai and Fat Zhu Long.
The ghost boy held the poisonous dragon thorn in his hand and danced it rapidly, stabbing the surrounding Yihe Gang members continuously. Within a moment, five or six people fell into a pool of blood after being attacked by his poisonous hands.
Fat Zhulong holds a three-and-a-half-foot-long and extremely heavy machete in his hand. It dances like tigers and tigers in the wind. Every time he holds it out, someone will be hit by the knife. Either his arms and legs are cut off by him, or they are chopped into pieces by him.
Two halves.
Feng Du and Qi Tianming looked at each other with ugly expressions on their faces. The former said, "It's Guizai and Fat Zhulong."
The latter said: "Fat Zhulong's strength is about the same as the two of us, but that ghost's martial arts are very evil and difficult to deal with."
Feng Du waved his pistol and whispered: "Let's sneak over quietly and kill him from behind."
Qi Tianming nodded in agreement, "Good idea."
The two people separated and approached Gui Zai from different directions. When the distance was close, Feng Du raised his gun, aimed at Gui Zai's back, decisively pulled the trigger, and fired a cold shot.
The bullet whirled away, but because the ghost's movement happened to be too fast, it missed a little, grazed the flesh of his armpit and flew past.
Realizing that someone was plotting against him, Guizai turned around angrily. With his left hand shaking, a dart flew out with silver light and shot in the direction where the bullet came from.
Feng Du was unable to dodge and was hit by a dart in his right arm, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.
At the same time, Qi Tianming on the other side fired angrily, and a bullet hit Guizai's chest, causing him to spurt out a mouthful of blood, but he did not dare to stop. His figure flashed quickly, and he jumped up. He rushed up and down after several ups and downs.
He went outside the green belt next to him and entered the endless cornfield, and disappeared. Although he was very loyal to the Shanhe Gang, at this time when his life was at stake, he had to save his life first.
Qi Tianming slapped his thigh angrily. He clearly shot the bastard, but still let him run away. He put away the May 4th pistol that had no bullets, pulled out the three-foot blue steel sword on his back, and jumped to the fat
Zhulong suddenly stabbed behind him with a sword.
Although Fat Pig Takato is very fat, he moves very quickly and can turn his machete to block.
"bite……"
The swords collided and countless sparks flew out.
Fat Zhulong saw clearly the guy in front of him who was sneaking up on him, and he knew him, so he cursed: "Qi Tianming, you are so ungrateful that you actually attacked behind my back..."
Qi Tianming sneered and said: "The process is not important, what is important is the result, as long as I can kill you."
Fatty Zhulong was furious, "Damn it, I'll fight with you, a bastard..." The machete swung like the wind and struck hard.
At this time, all the members of the Shahe Gang were dead, injured, and some who had taken advantage of the chaos to escape, and they had basically disappeared. Only Fat Zhulong was still showing off his strength, and the members of the Yihe Gang came over like a tide, surrounding him.
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Qi Tianming, who was shot in his left arm, endured the pain and came over, shouting: "Fat Zhulong, your men have been completely wiped out by our Yihe Gang. If you persist in resisting, the same fate as them will be waiting for you. Surrender quickly."
, and I can spare your life."
Although Fei Zhulong is a martial arts expert, under the siege of so many people, his body was already injured, and blood was flowing. He glanced around and saw that his men were lying in a pool of blood, and there were black masses of righteousness everywhere.
The gang members couldn't help but sigh and shouted: "Please stop, I surrender..."