The policeman rushed forward with heavy steps with a heavy shield and a serious expression. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The police are attacking." Someone in the trenches said. The students no longer joked, but waited for work, holding the bamboo poles in their hands diagonally on the edge of the trenches.

A distance of more than ten meters quickly rushed through, and the police queue reached the front of the trench, and at this time, the students began to fight back:

Poke the bamboo pole hard!

Because of the trench situation, the lower body of the police is a relatively high position for the students. It was difficult for the police to hit the students, but they became targets!

From a bystander's point of view, this struggle is simply a farce, with the students acting casually and completely relying on the geographical advantage to bully others, while the police have low morale and are about to collapse at the first touch.

The roar of the Miyamoto Tibetans was still ringing over the intercom: "Remember, run slowly and buy time for the fire truck behind!" You can retreat after three rounds, and I can bear the beating before that! ”

In one round, countless policemen were recruited, and they fell down one by one crying father and mother.

Two rounds, not a single intact policeman stands.

After three rounds, the policemen couldn't hold on, and intermittently some policemen threw down their shields and began to retreat.

Hayato Kanno exhaled a long breath, he had just stabbed two policemen, and he felt good. It seems that today is also the police are making incompetent temptations, in order to give an account to the superiors, so that the reporter will not say that they are wasting taxpayers' money.

Otomo, who also participated in the battle, cheered, rushed out of the trench and began to pick up the shields left behind by the police.

Sugano Hayato grabbed him: "Be careful, the battle is not over yet!" ”

"You're just too careful!" Otomo watched jealously as the others picked up shields all over the ground, and he could only watch dryly, and said unhappily: "If the bamboo pole is not wrapped in cloth, these policemen will definitely not be able to escape!" Those walkie-talkies and the like are all trophies for us. Alas! ”

"Don't talk nonsense! If you don't wrap the cloth, you will die if you stab the vital point! Hayato Kanno glared at him, "If you really want to fight with the police in full arms, we will definitely be the ones who will suffer!" ”

"I know, just talk about it." Otomo shrugged, "Don't say anything else, as long as they use fire trucks regardless of the budget, we will be the unlucky......"

As soon as the words fell, two fire trucks were already in place, and the thick column of water was like a cannonball, whizzing over a distance of ten meters, bypassing the fence and spraying accurately in front of the trench.

Those who picked up the shield were sprayed, and in the mist, there was a roar:

"Otomo! You crow's mouth! ”

Miyamoto Tibetan outside the door, looking at the battle situation coldly, picked up the walkie-talkie: "The second team is finished, the third team, start building the ladder, and start spraying water in 3 minutes." ”

A reporter motioned for the camera behind him to follow, he raised his glasses, and asked:

"Officer, did you spray ice water? Didn't last winter's PTA council ban the police from doing this kind of thing? You caused hundreds of colds last year, do you want to repeat last year's story this year? ”

PTA, which stands for Parent-Teacher Liaison Association. It can be called the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television of Japan's civil society, but the scope of power is far larger than that of radio and television, and it is responsible for harmony.

Miyamoto Tibetans looked at the-stirring reporter and roared angrily in his heart: They are revolutionary! Subverting our government! Just a cold makes you look for your parents, do you want to make a face?

However, he knew that the focus of today's battle was not on the students, but on these uncrowned kings. He paused and led the reporters to a fire truck.

"It's warm water." He lied without blinking, "Before you drive over, use the waste heat from the power plant to heat up." You can touch it. ”

"Really." The reporter raised his glasses and turned to the camera and said, "Audience friends, the car shell is very warm, it seems that it has indeed been heated." ”

Miyamoto pointed ahead again, and the fire truck was spraying water in front of the trench.

"You see, the mist rising from the ground shows that it is indeed lukewarm."

The reporter observed, and that's right. In the winter environment, warm water is stirred up by a large fog, indicating that it is warm water.

Watching the reporter retreat, Miyamoto Tibetans felt proud in their hearts.

In fact, only the first two of the fire trucks this time were warm water, and the others were ice water!

For the police, the real enemy has never been the students, but these-stirring reporters! For this reason, most of the manpower of the police force is used to create a cordon outside the main entrance, just to prevent reporters from getting too close and seeing that they are tired.

Taking advantage of the steaming fog, two more fire trucks were in place. They quickly erected the ladder, and the firefighters set up thick hoses and began to spray water.

The third wave of police attacks arrived: a huge amount of ice water fell from the sky and poured directly into the trench.

The students, who were still talking and laughing before, were attacked so despicably in the cold winter that they couldn't stand it at that time, and the ice water was poured on their bodies, which was cold to the bones, and all of a sudden the snot was stirred up, sticking to the masks, and even some students fell to the ground with calf cramps.

"Ahh......h I can't stand it! It's so cold! ”

"These damn cops! Actually poured ice water! ”

"I was hit in the face by a jet of water! It seems to be numb......"

"Bastard! I'm going to report them to the TV station! ”

Miyamoto looked at the ice water spewing out of the ladder with satisfaction. In order to aim accurately, the ladder was specially brought out and the trench was aimed at at the trench condescendingly.

Hehehehe, little bunnies, give me home to feed!

Inside the trench.

Otomo was also drenched in soup, watching the wailing of his companions, he suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, one rolled over and got out of the trench, resisted the impact of the icy water, rushed forward a few steps, picked up a shield dropped by the police, and threw it back into the trench.

"Put this thing on your head!" He shouted.

As soon as the words fell, the fire truck aimed the water cannon at him and sprayed him directly to the ground.

"Otomo!"

"Leave me alone, for the sake of victory, shoot at me!" Otomo lay in the ice water and yelled at the ladder in the sky, he had wanted to say this line for a long time, and after waiting for so many years, he finally had a chance, how could he not say enough. He was excited by his "heroic righteousness" and burst into tears, but unfortunately the water was too cold and too much to see the tears, and the effect was greatly reduced.

"Bastard! When is it, still playing handsome! "How could Hayato Kanno not know what his little brother was thinking? He cursed in his stomach, and reluctantly rushed out to grab Otomo's arm and dragged him into the trench.

A few of the students yelled, following his example, and ran out to help disperse the fire, while others took the opportunity to pick up shields.

The reporter outside was even more excited, and said to the camera: "Audience friends, do you see, this is Japan's fighting spirit!" Japan's future is in their hands! ”

Miyamoto Tibetans scoffed at the reporter's words, and after ten years of trouble, he is still messing around on campus, and he has a fart future. He pretended to be deep: "That's a good point, but it's useless!" ”

Under his command, two more fire trucks entered the combat sequence.

This time, the police mobilized a full ten fire trucks. Even if the ice water can't repel them, they can rely on their numbers to flood the trenches!

More and more ice water was sprayed out, alternating between hot and cold water, and the inside of the main entrance had become a swamp.

In the trenches, everyone held their shields above their heads, but their feet gradually became flooded. First the ankles, then the calves, and gradually the knees.

No one is laughing anymore, and drenching ice water in winter is definitely not a fun thing. "What should I do?" One of the students trembled and said, "Do you want to retreat?" ”

Someone angrily rebuked: "Bastard! How can you retreat! The whole ** has not lost the position, we will hold on until the leader comes back! ”

"However, the leader has returned, and he can't repel the police! Wait any longer, and the trench will literally be completely submerged! ”

Everyone began to argue. The immaturity of the student organization was once again exposed.

"Kanno, you're a second-year senior, what do you think?"

Someone suddenly asked. Everyone stopped arguing and looked at Kanno with mixed eyes.

Kanno scolded in his heart, I'm not a leader! Ask me what's the use? Doesn't it mean that if you want a revolution, you must first start by removing the dignity and inferiority? Now think I'm a senior?

Suddenly, a spark flashed through his mind:

They don't want a leader, they want someone to take responsibility!

Responsibility is never a good word, and whenever it comes up, it means that someone is going to be unlucky.

At this moment, the sound of military boots stomping on the ground was heard in the distance. This time, the police did not come up to deliver meat, but were preparing to beat the water dogs with vigour, and the footsteps were urgent and powerful.

The students' faces turned white, they had lost their combat effectiveness, and this attack by the police could not be held no matter what!

Do they still have a choice?

“…… Retreat! ”

I don't know who hid in the crowd and shouted this sentence vaguely. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, quickly packed up important supplies, and retreated in batches along the boulevard behind the trenches.

It really retreated!

The reporter couldn't believe that after more than two years of attacking in vain, this time it really repelled the students' front! Although it is only the first line of defense, it is also a historic scene!

Miyamoto clenched his fists and grabbed the microphone and shouted into the camera, "It's just the beginning, fire truck tactics have proven to be useful." We not only have to break through the defense line, but also wipe out these thugs who have been entrenched on campus for two years! ”

This guy never intended to take it when he saw it, but decided to take advantage of the victory and chase after it. The police team retrieved their shields in the empty trench, and then lined up like ducks to chase the retreating students.

The students, who had still had a glimmer of expectation, finally panicked. An orderly strategic retreat and being actively routed by the enemy are two different concepts!