Three days later, when Li Zhi did not hand over the secret, Lu Huarong led more than 60 people to Li Zhi's textile factory.
Among the more than sixty people, five or six were Lu Huarong's servants, and the rest were numerous market scoundrels in Tianjin Wei. As the younger brother of Tongzhi, Lu Huarong was used to using his power to bully the market, and he almost became the slave of these scoundrels.
The leader can gather the gangsters whenever something happens. At this time, sixty people, each holding a one-meter-long wooden or even iron rod, were walking behind Lu Huarong in a menacing manner.
Li Zhi's servant, who was standing guard at the entrance of the textile factory, immediately raised the alarm when he saw Lu Huarong's team. Li Laosi took the lead, and forty servants from the factory ran out with sticks and lined up to guard the entrance of the textile factory.
At the gate of the factory, Li Zhi's servants and Lu Huarong's gangsters confronted each other.
Li Zhi's servants trained every day and were very skilled in forming an array at this time. The servants lined up in two rows holding two-meter long sticks and stood in a semicircular line to confront the Lu Huarong men and horses surrounding them.
Zhi's servants stood motionless in the array, looking quite imposing. Compared with the rogues opposite, they appeared to be more disciplined and organized, which was a step ahead.
Lu Huarong opened his eyes wide and looked at Li Zhi's team of servants up and down for a long time, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
This Li Zhi not only has a secret way to develop industries, but he is also good at training servants. In just a few months, he has trained such a team.
However, since there were many people on his side and they were all veterans of fighting, Lu Huarong was still very arrogant.
Seeing Li Zhi walking out of the textile factory, Lu Huarong shouted: "Li Zhi, I will give you one last chance. Will you sell it or not?"
Li Zhi frowned and asked loudly: "If I don't sell it, what will you do?"
Lu Huarong snorted coldly and shouted: "If you don't sell it, you ignorant person, I will lead people to fight in and seize your machine!"
Li Zhi glanced at Lu Huarong's scoundrel, then at his servant, and smiled: "I'm afraid you don't have that ability!"
Lu Huarong frowned and shouted loudly: "Are you going to sell it or not?"
Li Zhi was silent for a while, and then loudly said: "Not for sale!"
Hearing this, Lu Huarong's face froze and turned red with anger. He squinted at Li Zhi, waved his hand at the servants and the gangsters, and shouted: "Go ahead, beat them down! Get the machine out!"
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As the saying goes, raising an army for a thousand days and using it for a while, Lu Huarong usually feeds his servants with wine and meat, spends money to win over these scoundrels, and is waiting for this moment. Although most of these people are scoundrels who gather temporarily and are used to being unorganized, these scoundrels after all
They were all veterans of bullies and fights in Tianjin Wei, and they were all ruthless characters. There were many people at this time. Seeing that there were few people on Li Zhi's side, they all felt that their side would definitely win, so they started to fight with howls.
Sixty people held up sticks and rushed towards Li Zhi's forty people.
Seeing the fighting starting on the opposite side, Li Zhi shouted loudly: "The first row stabs the enemy to the right, the second row stabs the enemy straight!"
Li Zhi's servants had been practicing array combat in the past few months. When they heard Li Zhi's order, they all shouted the order, took a step forward, and stabbed at the rushing rogues according to the rules.
Li Zhi's servants have been practicing thrusting for several months. They practice this move every day and are very skilled. Moreover, the wooden sticks they are equipped with are two meters long, like spears, and are much longer than the opponent's sticks, allowing them to attack from a long distance.
Can completely suppress the opponent.
Before the enemy wielding a stick could get closer, Li Zhi had already stabbed out.
The tactics of the Spanish policy are also very tricky: if it is easy to dodge the sticks from the back row that are stabbed from the front, it is impossible to avoid the first row of sticks that are stabbed from the right. Li Zhi's servant specializes in stabbing vital points, although
I used a wooden stick, but I stabbed it with all my strength, and it was too much to bear on the body.
A scoundrel who rushed in front managed to dodge the wooden stick coming from the front, but was stabbed in the heart by the wooden stick coming from the right. He immediately lost his breath and fell down clutching his chest.
Another scoundrel struggled to use the iron rod in his hand to block the wooden stick coming from the front, but was stabbed hard in the head by the wooden stick coming from the right. His head was immediately bruised and bleeding, and he fell to the ground holding his head.
Li Zhi's servant was the first to stab, and Lu Huarong's servant was stabbed seventeen or eight times. Seven of them were seriously injured and fell down. Although they were not chopped by swords, these fallen people all suffered internal injuries.
He was rolling and groaning on the ground, and he couldn't get up at once.
Suffering a sudden heavy blow, the scoundrels who thought they had a chance to win suddenly failed to react.
They were still surprised at the strength of their opponent's formation when they heard Li Zhi shouting again: "Stick again!"
Li Zhi's servants shouted in unison, suddenly took another step forward, and stabbed at the charging enemies.
A scoundrel jumped back to avoid the wooden stick stabbed from the right, but was hit on the nose by the wooden stick stabbed from the front. His nose was broken, and his face was instantly covered with nosebleeds, and he fell to the ground screaming.
Another scoundrel was stabbed in the right chest by a wooden stick from the right, and stabbed in the left chest by a wooden stick from the front. He felt a cramping pain in his chest and fell to the ground.
Seventeen or eight more people were hit by this stabbing, and eight people were stabbed to the ground. These people who fell to the ground were violently stabbed in the vital parts, rolling and groaning on the ground.
Lu Huarong stood behind, eyes full of disbelief. These scoundrels were all well-known in Tianjin Wei. They usually fought with each other, but how could they be so vulnerable in front of Li Zhi's servants? Li Zhi, a mere businessman,
How come his servants are so good at fighting? Just two of them met each other, and fifteen people on his side had already fallen.
But he was still surprised when Li Zhi's shout came again: "Stab again!"
The front row stabbed to the right and the back row stabbed straight. Li Zhi's men took another step forward and stabbed at the rushing rogues from a distance. Several more screams were heard, and Lu Huarong's men fell to eight more people.
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The two armies faced each other, and each inch was longer and stronger. The long stick of Li Zhi's servant was much longer than that of Lu Huarong's servant. It was very easy to use the formation attack, suppressing Lu Huarong's men and unable to fight back. What's more, Lu Huarong's men advocated fighting alone and had no intention of fighting alone.
According to Zhang Fa, Li Zhi's men used an array to deal with Sanda. After stabbing three times, they had knocked down more than 20 enemies.
The more than 20 people who rushed at the front were the bravest, and they were basically knocked down. The remaining 30 or so scoundrels were not so tough. Seeing such a one-sided battle, they did not dare to rush forward.
, all stopped and looked nervously at Li Zhi's servants.
Li Zhi was unwilling to let go of these scoundrels and shouted: "Advance three steps and thrust!"
Li Zhi's servants took three steps forward, holding long sticks in their hands to stab the enemies in front.
"ah!"
"ah!"
Several screams were heard, and seventeen or eight more people were hit. Seven of them were stabbed in the vital parts and fell down, covering the injured area.
A gangster was hit hard in the crotch with a wooden stick. He felt a sharp pain coming from his crotch. His whole body became weak and twitched, and he fell to the ground screaming.
One of Lu Huarong's servants was also hit. He was hit in the eye with a wooden stick. It was not known whether his eyes were blinded. How could he still have the strength to fight again? He covered his eyes and fell to the ground.
Seeing this situation, the rest of the gangsters did not dare to fight anymore and retreated in panic. They did not stop until they ran behind Lu Huarong.
Seeing that his troops were defeated at the first touch, Lu Huarong was so angry that his face was red. However, he would not lose even if he lost the battle, so he shouted loudly: "Li Zhi, if you dare to attack my people, aren't you afraid that the Qing Army will raid your home?"
Li Zhi smiled and said: "Lu Huarong, do you think your eldest brother is the only official in Tianjin?"
Lu Huarong gritted his teeth and shouted: "Okay, Li Zhi, you provoke others without authorization and injure my family members. You wait until the Qing Military Department sends someone to take you!"
Lu Huarong, relying on his eldest brother being a colleague of the Qing Military Department, had already confused right and wrong and accused Li Zhi of provoking and hurting others.
After saying this, he waved his sleeves fiercely, and without caring about the wounded lying on the ground, he led the escaped servants and scoundrels towards the Qing Military Hall Yamen. Most of the wounded on the ground were still rolling over and groaning.
However, a few of them gradually regained their breath, staggered up and ran away.
Li Zhi said loudly: "I won't send it!"
Hearing Li Zhi's words, Li Zhi's servants burst into laughter, which made Lu Huarong, who was not far away, blush even more with anger.
