This kind of thing is a momentum.

There are many people in charge, and those who take the lead do not make mistakes, and the other brothers are naturally united.

As long as you take out a posture of "killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred", and carry a wave of attacks head-on, the opponent is basically dumbfounded, and there will be no loss in this battle, but if you see that there are many people on the other side, you will tremble backwards, then you don't have to fight at all, just cover your head and squat on the ground and wait to clean up.

Fortunately, after all the tempering of big and small things during this time, the blood of everyone in our small team has remained good.

Seeing that more than a dozen young people were surging towards me as if they had taken expired stimulants, Meng Shengle, Xiao Tao and Ayi gathered around me without hesitation, rounded the guy in their hands, and slashed their heads and faces at each other.

The venue is so big, and everyone is crowded into a pile, there are no skills and methods at all, it is completely the most primitive fight, we cut each other twice, and the other party slashes us a few times, simple and bloody.

Looking at the past, there are all knives and military stabs that are flipped up and down, and from time to time you can hear the crisp clanging sound of the blades colliding together, and in the process of chopping, there are constantly people on our side who are injured and bleeding, and the other party is not much easier than us, and there are fist-sized blood spots everywhere on the floor tiles.

Yang Chen, Qian Long, and Lu Pobo desperately waved their hands outside the circle to squeeze in, but it was useless, they continued to fight, and it was definitely us who fell in the end, because whether it was the number or age, the opponents had an advantage over us.

After about three or four minutes of fighting, Ayi, who was next to me, was stabbed in the head, and his forehead instantly began to blood out, and a miserable howl of "Ah!" came out of his mouth, and his body staggered and fell down.

I grabbed Ayi quickly, but I was also slashed on the arm, and I couldn't help but make a muffled sound in pain, and I was suddenly anxious, I shouted at the top of my voice: "The grass is so good, I mean whoever is cut down!"

As I spoke, I raised the butt of my rifle and slammed the head of a guy standing directly across from me and shouted, "Knock him first!"

The kid subconsciously stepped back, and the knife in his hand slashed straight at me, and I surged forward with my head suffocated, and he stabbed him in the shoulder, but the butt of the gun in my hand also happened to hit him on the cheek.

"Go to Nimad!" Meng Shengle roared, and simply grabbed a piece of knife and chopped it on the side of his face, Da Tao, Xiao Tao, and including Ayi, whose face was covered with blood, all waved the guy in his hand like a tiger out of the cage, and aimed at the person I was digging.

That person was poured blood mold, a round of kung fu, we directly knocked him down, covered with knife marks and blood, I spat and turned around to look at another young man who slashed Meng Shengle's back and raised the butt of the gun: "Chop him again!"

In the face of our completely fatal play, the bastards of the opposing gang were directly dumbfounded, and after we cut down three or four people in a row, they began to slowly retreat backwards.

As mentioned earlier, fighting is a momentum, if the morale is dispersed, there is basically no suspense about the outcome of the battle, as long as one person is timid, the emotions of others will be infected.

In an instant of a few breaths, the bastards fell to the ground again, plus Yang Chen, Qian Long and Lu Pobo kept bombarding indiscriminately on the periphery, and the remaining five or six people all retreated to the staircase, frantically waving the weapons in their hands and shouting: "Don't come here..."

I pulled my throat and shouted: "Grass and mud, don't fight?"

After shouting, I looked up at Sun Mark standing on the second floor and smiled: "Brother Ke, you can't come yet!"

Mark Sun's face was cloudy, and his eyes were bulging like light bulbs.

At this time, a curse suddenly came from the door of the bar: "Wang Lang, Nima, let me catch you!"

I looked back and saw six or seven young men in their twenties with shaved heads rushing into the bar, led by a lean young man wearing a cap and a black tracksuit, who was holding a boning knife of the kind used to kill pigs, and ran towards me on a rampage.

After seeing the other party's appearance clearly, I gasped: "Ma Chao!"

The person who came turned out to be Ma Chao, the psychopath who has been entangled with me since I was in Linxian.

At the same time as the roar, Ma Chao raised the boning knife in his hand and poked it at my chest in an orderly manner, I hurriedly dodged to the side, but I was still half a beat slower, and the sharp tip of the knife pierced a particularly deep hole, and the blood gushed out like an unscrewed faucet.

It hurt so much that I almost didn't sit on the ground, staggered back half a step, and the brothers next to me wanted to pounce on Ma Chao, but they were immediately blocked by a few young people he led.

These young men who came with Ma Chao were obviously much higher grade than the guys who had just fought with us, and they didn't want to die when they got into a fight, and they were all killed, and the brothers who blocked me didn't have a chance to come to me.

Ma Chao looked at me, the corners of his mouth turned up, let out a low "yi" strange smile, took off the sunglasses on his face, and roared hideously: "Come, look at my face, are you familiar?"

Ma Chao's narrow cheeks have basically not changed much from the past, the only difference is that one of his eyes has been replaced with a fake eyeball like a glass bead, and he has lost a lot of weight overall, and his cheekbones are high and bulging, like a demon crawling out of hell.

When I was in a daze, Ma Chao suddenly stabbed me with a boning knife and stabbed it according to my head, I always guarded against him, and quickly took two steps back, Ma Chao tilted his head gloomily and smiled: "Lao Tzu became like this, all thanks to you, Wang Lang!"

"Grass and mud!" I gasped, trotted down two steps, raised the butt of my gun and smashed it on his head.

Ma Chao stood in place and didn't hide at all, after being smashed by me, his head began to ooze blood, and then the dog grabbed my collar, grabbed the boning knife and stabbed me in the stomach, at this time, I couldn't dodge at all, what I could do was to throw away the gun in my hand, try my best to stick my body to his stomach, not leaving him a gap, and at the same time hit Ma Chao's nose with my own head.

After I hit him on the bridge of the nose a few times, he let go of my collar and grabbed me, and we both took two steps back.

Ma Chao spat with a sideways face, grabbed the boning knife and slashed at me again, I had no choice but to raise my arm to carry it, and I suddenly felt a chill on my arm, and his forearm was cut in the middle, and the red blood was dripping down.

"Get out, you're numb!" At this time, Yang Chen, who was one meter away, was chopped twice in his back, rushed to us with all his might, raised the Guan knife in his hand and smashed it on Ma Chao's face, Ma Chao tilted his head to the side, and the Guan knife slashed firmly on his shoulder, and Ma Chao also stabbed Yang Chen's thigh very hard.

The sharp blade instantly opened a gap more than two fingers on his shoulder, Ma Chao shivered in pain, and the boning knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang", Yang Chen also snorted lightly, and touched his bloody thigh.

"Boom!"

A dull gunshot rang out at the door of the bar, and the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air, followed by He Bingxia holding a double-row shotgun pestle in place, and shouted with a cold face: "me out!"

The group of young men who were cutting each other with their brothers paused, and then ran out of the door without hesitation, no one looked at Ma Chao at all, it seems that the relationship between these people is also very delicate, and the guy who fell at the end has already run to the door, after hesitating for a moment, he turned around and walked back, helped Ma Chao, and the two of them staggered towards the door.

I hurriedly shouted at my throat: "Hero, don't let the blind man run away!"

He Bingxia hesitated for a few seconds, but unexpectedly let go of the door and watched Ma Chao and his party leave.

Yang Chen limped and dragged the knife over, and angrily pushed He Bingxia and cursed: ", what are you doing!"

He Bingxia stood in front of Yang Chen, shook his head and said, "Let's do business first, someone called the police." ”

After saying that, he raised the shotgun in his hand and pointed at Sun Mark, who was standing on the second floor, and shouted: "Throw down the notebook." ”

Mark Sun squinted his eyes and didn't move, as if he hadn't heard.

He Bingxia picked up the gun and pulled the trigger again, the ceiling above our heads blew, and countless debris fell, He Bingxia squinted his eyes and aimed at Sun Mark and said: "Don't test my marksmanship." ”

Mark Sun's face was red and white for a while, he waved his hands, and snorted coldly in his voice: "I remember you!"

After saying that, he tilted his head towards Jiang Jun next to him, Jiang Jun unwillingly took out half of his notebook from his pocket and threw it down, Meng Shengle picked it up and handed it to me and asked, "Let's see, right?"

I wrote the book myself, I am more familiar than anyone else, I turned a few pages at random, nodded my head and said, "Yes!"

He Bingxia waved his arm at us, "Let's go, Lang Lang!"

I looked up at Mark Sun, stretched out a middle finger and sneered: "Today is just the beginning, I'll come to slap you in the face in two days!"

As soon as I walked out of the bar, I saw Su Weikang, who was beside him like a door god, holding a double-row shotgun with a pole more than one meter long, and when he saw us coming out, he waved his hand and shouted: "Go from that side!"

A few of us did not hesitate, quickly ran to the end of the street, at the end of the street parked a Jinbei car that did not turn off, Uncle Qi sat in the driver's seat, and after we all got into the car, Uncle Qi quickly reversed the gear, and rushed out with us after the incident.

I glanced around at the scarred brothers, lifted the bleeding right arm with great difficulty, and gasped: "Uncle, find a way to find a clinic first." ”

Uncle Qi coughed twice and shook his head, "I can't go to the clinic for the time being, bear with it a little longer.."

After driving back and forth along the street for seven or eight minutes, I was stunned to find that Uncle Qi dared to drive the car back to the entrance of Bar Street.

At this time, at the entrance of the bar street, there are all kinds of private cars parked, and there are a lot of people standing around each car, basically all of them are young men in their twenties, and the shape is particularly uniform, Qing Yishui's left hand is wearing white gloves, and his right hand is carrying a knife, pickaxe and other guys, and there are more than ten policemen standing at the corner of the street, and one of them is struggling to shout something with those people.

Qian Long gasped and muttered: "No wonder Mark Sun of the dog day has no fear, dare to love him is waiting for rescue." ”

Yang Chen touched the blood stains on his face, and said in confusion: "How could the police stop these people and prevent them from entering." ”

Uncle Qi replied in a low voice: "The police captain who took the lead is a relative of Wen Ping's family. ”

I came back to my senses and asked He Bingxia complainingly: "Hero, why didn't you stop that forced to raise him just now?"

He Bingxia smiled bitterly and lowered the corners of his mouth and said: "At that time, there was only one bullet left in the gun, Uncle Qi asked me to scare Mark, if I stop those people, I will definitely be injured..."