In the early morning, the weather in Liaoning is still very cold, and the city center of Yanji has begun to be noisy for a new day.

The busy and monotonous life of ordinary people continues, and life always goes back and forth like a whirlpool, making people feel lost. Many times I really don't know why I am alive, and I don't know if my ideal is a cover for my fear of dying.

Maybe many people don't remember what they want, and the trajectory drawn by the road of life has gradually drifted away from what they want in their hearts, and they can't find their way back.

But there is a group of people who have never looked for a way back, because there are no ways to return, and the fate of 90 percent of them has long been predestined, and the only result is that the corpses on the streets are the only result.

Yanji is a very modern city in Jilin, but no matter how prosperous the buildings are, they can't hide something, and the prosperity of the city center is not everything that is real here. Far away in an extremely wide open space on the outskirts of Yanji, the winter wind swept slightly, picking up pieces of withered leaves, the chill was very strong, and the murderous atmosphere was full!

This is the more than 40 acres of land that Tan Daoguo, the boss of Jilin, bought with a lot of money, which was originally intended to be used to open up and make a lot of money, but today this is the place where the slaughter will be set off.

At this time, there were already a large number of terrifying vehicles slowly driving away, if you count at least seventy large trucks, nearly a hundred vans, and countless cars.

The cars lined up in a long line, and they came to this uninhabited open space, and the dust on the ground was rolled up by the wheels and rolled all over the sky.

It was Tan Daoguo's subordinates from Jilin, more than 8,000 people. They arrived one step earlier, ready for today's bloody battle. And Tan Daodao himself did not arrive, but sent a person nicknamed Mad Dog to lead the team.

More than 8,000 men, with white dangling knives. There are all kinds of people among them, and the most worthless people in this world are actually people. Some are ignorant gangsters, some are outlaws who have lost all confidence in this society, and some are rich sons with good family backgrounds, and they only have one thing to do today, that is, to risk their lives for the sake of fighting for unknown reasons.

Mad Dog is one of the bravest generals under Tan Dadao, and he is also a crazy person. His favorite thing is to fight, and fighting is probably his only specialty.

After a while, a group of countless vehicles drove here, and the people of Wushuangmen came!

At the front of the car is a Bugatti Veyron supercar, and the leader of the Mushuang door is none other than the life and death brother of the big-headed ghost, Tang Wushou, who is now the number one fierce fritter.

The black-pressed centaurs poured out, all carrying white knives. And a large part of the people actually carried bows and crossbows, weapons with even more terrifying lethality. Today, there are no guns and bombs in the battle between the two parties, although there is no one here, but Tan Daodao and Tang Wushuang still prefer to fight with knives.

The fritters stepped down from the Bugatti Veyron and stood proudly at the front of the Wushuangmen brothers, who were separated from Tan Daodao's people by a few hundred meters.

"Damn, my mad dog can't eat your fritters!" Mad Dog clenched the steel knife in his hand tightly and scolded coldly.

Tall and thin, he felt like he stood out from the crowd, and he strode forward. The brothers in the back also followed, and eight thousand people marched in unison, and the ground was kicked up with dust and flying all over the sky.

Not to be outdone, Mad Dog strode up with his men.

When the two sides were separated by less than 100 meters, the two streams of people were like two dark clouds that were about to collide together at any time, hitting the loudest thunderous sound.

"Crossbowman, get ready for me first!"

The fritters raised the knife in their hands and shouted. Suddenly, the brothers with bows and crossbows in the back all flashed to the front, and there were more than 900 bows and crossbows, and the brothers lined up in a long dragon and held the bows and crossbows in front of them.

"Rush!"

The mad dog also went crazy, and with a loud roar, rushed up with his men and horses.

It's just that the brothers of Wushuangmen in front of them all looked at the swordsmen shouting at them with cold eyes, their eyes were like snakes, and the bows and crossbows in their hands were tightly held, and no one was nervous or afraid. Everyone is full of murderous intent, and they have experienced too much in the fight.

The mad dog man roared and was about to knock down his eyes, but the brothers of Wushuangmen still squatted motionlessly, and the fritters standing at the front were like a stone, and they didn't pay attention to the people who rushed over in the slightest. The people led by the mad dog could be so crazy, which was far beyond his expectations, but no matter how arrogant and violent the knife hand on the other side was, in the eyes of the brothers of the Peerless Gate, these people were actually dead!

"Shoot!" Just as the mad dog man rushed to less than fifty meters away from the Wushuangmen brothers, the fritters raised their heads to the sky and let out a long roar.

"Woooo

Countless steel arrows pierced the void almost at the same time, and flew out furiously! The steel arrows shot so fiercely that the men and horses of the mad dogs did not want to rush for their lives, and the brothers of the Wushuang Gate did not want to shoot for their lives. The cold and hard steel arrows instantly pierced the bodies of these men, and the screams resounded in the sky.

The more people who fight, the more people die!

The man who rushed in front kept falling, like collapsing earth, and was shot over in strands. The power of the steel arrows was terrifying, and the bodies of the men under Mad Dog were all distorted.

This close-range shooting of the bow and crossbow was not inferior to the gun, and the people of the Peerless Gate gritted their teeth and shot fiercely, wave after wave.

The mad dog people rushed so violently that they couldn't stop at all, and the people in front fell one by one, but the people behind didn't have time to stop, and they also rushed to the eyes of the brothers of the Wushuang Gate and ran within the range of their bows and crossbows.

The steel arrows danced wildly, shot out again and again, and swept past like a storm.

The screams were still loud, and the air trembled slightly.

"Charge me, plug me with their bows and crossbows!" The mad dog is not a mad dog, watching his men keep falling and dying, but still refusing to stop, leading the people behind him to continue to rush up frantically.

The distance of fifty meters was finally overwhelmed by the mad dogs, and the bows and arrows of the brothers and sisters of the Wushuangmen had already been shot. But this short meeting has solved more than 2,000 mad dogs, and has already won a huge opening victory.

Now that people have cut in front of them, it is time to fight for knives.

"Cut!!!" the fritters roared, raised their knives and rushed out.

More than two thousand of the mad dog men have died, and there are six thousand left.

More than 6,000 men fought against more than 8,000 people in a deserted open field, which was comparable to the war of the ancient vassal states. Human life is extremely fragile, death will be unprecedentedly large, and the fighting will be very tragic.

The knives swung rhythmically, and people on both sides went crazy. At this time, they vented all the grievances in their lives, they slashed hard, and there was no one who could stop the scene of mixing.

For a moment, the entire empty area fell into blood red, and the air in the empty area became hideous and terrifying.

Either you die or I die, there is no third option.

On one side is the murderous mad dog, and on the other side is the unparalleled heroes who run wildly.

The two groups of men and horses fought fiercely, and the battlefield of this fight also fell into chaos. More than 10,000 people were in a scuffle, and the people were as small as raindrops. The sound of angry scolding, screaming, the sound of machetes whizzing through the air, the whole air trembled slightly at this moment. The flow of people charged back and forth, rushing, slashing, and dying.

From time to time, people fall, and after they fall, countless feet rush out of their bodies, death can be so simple, and at the same time as the slashing is carried out, there are also people trembling and dying.

Only when one side is completely defeated can the fighting stop, and if it is defeated, then it means that most of them have died.

Blood splattered in the air, rendered in a bewitching color by the fiery red sunlight of the early morning, like a red silk scarf fluttering in the wind.

The killing of people on both sides is inseparable, you and I are wielding each other with a knife. Everyone was going crazy, and no matter how many people they had chopped, there were still countless knives coming at their heads. At this time, no matter who comes in front of him, no matter whether he has a guy in his hand or not, no matter whether his knife is slashed at him, if he doesn't want to die, he must continue to kill, and he can't get tired and lie down.

The shouts of killing overshadowed one lang after another, the number of fallen corpses continued to increase, the mad dog people died more and more, and the brothers of Wushuangmen also began to fall in large areas.

The casualties continued to widen, and not a single person retreated or stopped. In the gambling game, winning is life, losing is death. The initiative of these people is to become the last person who unifies China's underworld to unravel a piece of history, and the glory of the underworld is paved with the lives of countless people who can't be named.

"Holy shit!"

The fritters roared angrily and kicked out with their long feet. With one kick, he kicked over a man who raised his machete to slash at him, and in a fit of rage, he slammed the machete with his right hand.

Slash down with one sword, and kill another person.

The knife of the fritters has already slashed nearly 100 people, and the knife has been completely dyed red, and every time the knife is raised, there will be a trace of blood in the air and a lonely arc.

The death of the big-headed ghost makes the fritters at this time like a poisonous snake, and he wants everyone who comes today to die, even if they are not the direct murderers who killed the big-headed ghost. But the hatred in the heart always needs to be discovered, and now the person brought by the mad dog is the best object.

And the mad dog on the opposite side has already killed hundreds of unparalleled men, his whole body is stained red with blood, and his face is extremely hideous.

Maybe many people are still sleeping, and twenty minutes of squinting are already over. But in the past twenty minutes, there have been three or four thousand casualties. Many were hacked to death, many fell and trampled to death, and some were exhausted.

The brothers of the Wushuangmen finally began to faintly gain the absolute upper hand, because there were no mad dog people left. When the number of people decreased, the fighting was less chaotic and the death became rhythmic.

"Holy shit, you're finally here with Lao Tzu!"

The fritter raised his angry machete and flipped over two more people, and the mad dog finally came to him.

"Death!"

The mad dog also went crazy, and the two bloody men rushed towards each other without hesitation, raising the knife in their hands high.

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