Dinner was still eaten in that small cafeteria, and the scene was crowded due to the large number of people in the small area. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info a few more fights for dinner. This time it was even worse, and a dozen or so people fell in pools of blood. There were soldiers on duty who carried the wounded away, but they were still gone.

The scrivener frowned, and said in his heart What is this called, why doesn't anyone care? Before the task was figured out, a dozen of them lay down among themselves. This loss is not worth it.

In the middle of the night, there were several fights, all because of the bed. Someone got up to pee, and when they came back, they found that their place was squeezed out, so they desperately stuck into the pile. Contradictions occur, and strife is inevitable.

From inside the house to outside, the sounds of fighting and shouting continued. One of the Chinese soldiers and an American soldier got into a verbal altercation, and finally an "international dispute" broke out. More than 20 American GIs rushed out to help, and there were quite a few Chinese soldiers on the side, more than 20.

A scuffle began in the courtyard. There were shouts and moans everywhere, and it was palpitating to listen to.

The four King Kongs in the library box room immediately joined in when they heard the movement, they participated in black boxing all year round, and often fought with American and British soldiers, and they had deep grievances with each other. When they heard the roar of foreigners in the courtyard, the four of them reflexively flew out of bed and rushed into the battle group to help the Chinese soldiers. The four of them are not good at stubble, and they are dead hands as soon as they make a move, and they are rampage in the middle of the crowd as if they are hanging.

Their participation made the evenly matched scene instantly unbalanced, and the foreign soldiers rushed away one after another as if they had been hit on the head. The tide of battle was one-sided.

The scrivener also got up from the bed, and originally wanted to go up to help, but seeing that the Chinese soldiers had the advantage, he stood still. The rows of rooms were darkly lit, not everyone was as eventful as the Four King Kongs, and many of the soldiers were in the room without moving.

At this time, the scrivener saw several burly guys coming out of another room, which could be recognized even if it was very dark, and they must be foreign soldiers. The body shape of Chinese is significantly different from that of Westerners, which can be seen at a glance.

The scrivener frowned, if these foreign soldiers joined, the advantage of his own side would be neutralized, which he did not want to see. However, how could he withstand a few opponents alone, he had the intention to knock on the door of the house and shout at the Chinese soldiers, after all, in terms of the total number of Chinese soldiers, there were many more than foreign soldiers.

At this time, Gao Li came out of the house, he looked at a few foreigners at the door, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Grandma. The road is narrow, and the opportunity for revenge has come! He turned and called back.

The scrivener box was also clearly visible, it turned out to be the guys who threw the sandbags, and they were the first to appear here. Gao Li was also hit by a sandbag when he first came, but he didn't expect this guy to hold a grudge, and he still thinks about revenge.

Gao Li called out the other five of the six Arhats, and the six of them did not speak, but walked straight to a few foreigners.

The scrivener opened his eyes to the maximum, and said that there was a good show to watch this time, the six Arhats are so famous, it should be easy to deal with a few foreigners, wait and see the excitement! He also wanted to see if the true combat power of the six Arhats was really divine. Tomorrow's selection may still compete with the six Arhats, and now is the best opportunity to observe.

The scrivener no longer had the intention of making a move, and quietly watched the performance of the six Arhats.

Gao Li was the leader, and the six people were like six chariots, directly crushing several foreigners. When several foreign soldiers saw that someone was coming to find fault, they naturally did not show weakness, and they put on a posture to meet the battle.

Another big battle opens outside the crowd of scuffles. The six Arhats are really like six chariots, constantly crushing foreign soldiers. The opponent did not show weakness, relying on his burly body and strong strength to constantly fight back, and started hand-to-hand combat with the six Arhats.

The scrivener rubbed his hands together, wondering if he had helped in the past. Suddenly, I inadvertently saw Bazin, this kid was standing in a corner, with a pair of wolf eyes shining, staring at the every move of everyone present, looking left and right as if he had something on his mind.

The scrivener suddenly became alert. Bhasin is like a ghost, appearing from time to time at the most critical moments. If this kid goes to war, it will be very bad for his own side. The scrivener also noticed a detail, Ba Xin's wolf eyes kept looking at Song Da Tongue in the battle group, the two sides had a deep grudge, this kid was very vindictive, and it seemed that he would not give up if he didn't swear an oath with Song Da Tongue.

The scrivener had to give up the idea of going to war and concentrate on Bhasin. Bhasin also noticed the scrivener, a pair of wolf eyes flashed, and he walked towards the scrivener and stopped two meters away. He was not convinced by the defeat last time, and after nearly half a year of training, he regained his self-confidence and always wanted to fight again.

The scrivener caught a strong killing intent in the other party's eyes, and it seemed that this battle was inevitable. Of course, he will not be afraid, and only by fighting such opponents can he sharpen his body, grow and become strong in battle. He pulled up his posture and waited for Bhasin.

Bhasin was not in a hurry to make a move, that was not his character. This kid is very ruthless and calm, although he dreams of knocking the scrivener down, but he is not impulsive when he really fights.

The battle in the courtyard has entered the white heat, and from time to time someone is knocked down, and from time to time someone adds in. Screams, moans, and shouts mingled. The six Arhats also had the upper hand, and the two burly American GIs **** fell, obviously not lightly injured, and let out a heart-rending howl. The cries were quickly drowned out by the cacophony, and no one paid any attention.

There was a flashlight beam flickering at the door, and in that era when material resources were not abundant, the flashlight was a very advanced existence. It is impossible for ordinary soldiers to be equipped, and even soldiers on duty in important posts cannot reach one per manpower.

The beams of light from more than a dozen flashlights swept into the courtyard, and the sound of hurried footsteps came from far and near. The soldiers of all countries who were desperate just now subconsciously stopped fighting, so many flashlights, presumably it was a big man who came. Finally someone to keep order arrived. However, it seemed that it was a little late, and the scene was already in shambles, and there were a large number of wounded soldiers lying on the ground, some barely able to get up, some struggling and rolling on the ground but never getting up again, and some were beaten half-dead and motionless......

"Enough, enough! Don't forget who you are, and don't forget the purpose of your trip! An officer roared into the chaotic courtyard. Behind him were more than a dozen soldiers with loaded guns, and anyone who wanted to do it again was expected to really open fire. He shouted in English, and someone next to him translated into Chinese.