Chapter Eighty-Five: Fighting

I don't remember very well. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info about the reason for this almost bloody battle.

It seemed that the uncle retreated, and then turned around sharply and waved his hand. The people behind him just poured in.

I remember the scene at that time. But I don't want to describe it now. Because it's in the gore. Those who were hacked to death, those who were cut down with only one breath left, and then trampled to death by the god-faced man, were stabbed in the stomach and gutted all over the ground. And so on and so forth. It's a scene I've never seen as a businessman, or since I was born. I was dumbfounded. If the fat man hadn't pulled me back, my head would have been split in half.

The shopping venue slowly shifted from the lobby upstairs to the street below. As soon as the field became wider, more people continued to devote themselves to this meaningless fight.

After the fat man had settled me in a relatively safe position, he called a few more men to come and protect me. After all this last night, I saw him rush into the crowd as well.

I stared blankly at what was happening in front of me. For the first time, I felt that life was so fragile. The person who may have been laughing one second is a lifeless corpse lying on the cold ground the next. And what took away these fresh lives was a steel knife as thick as a finger.

People who set up street stalls and do business seem to have become accustomed to this kind of scene. Almost unhurriedly, he put away the stalls on the side of the road and closed the doors.

I don't remember how many people were thrown into this slot. Anyway, in the later numbers reported to me by He Tao and the fat man, on our side, the fat man died twenty-two, and on the other side of He Tao died nineteen.

If you just talk about numbers, you probably won't feel anything. But what if it's time to claim the body? Forty-one people lined up in a line, a total of dozens of meters.

I don't want to describe the bloody scene anymore. In short, the fat man and the people brought by He Tao are all away from home, and there is no advantage in terms of numbers at all. On the uncle's side, people are still gathering on our side. There are almost three times as many people on our side. Don't look at those fantasy novels, one person can turn over five, six, seven, or eight people. That's. In fact, if you are left alone with three people ten years younger than you, you may not be able to do it. Besides, everyone else has machetes in their hands.

It turns out that Lan is not invincible either. Lan was slashed in the back and left arm while playing against several people at the same time. I can see these two knives really clearly. After the cut, I saw the blood running down. And the facts once again proved Ran's toughness. Even after being stabbed twice, she was still able to come and go freely in the crowd. If it were me, I would have hung up a long time ago.

Fat people are not easy either. His two hundred and dozens of pounds are particularly eye-catching in the crowd. Not long after the two groups of people rushed together, the fat man was directly surrounded by seven or eight people. But fortunately, the fat man's body is thick enough. When the fat man was thrown to the ground, he was slashed twice in the stomach, but later when we examined, we found that neither of these two swords had been slashed into the flesh. That is, it was all split on the big piece of fat on the stomach. That's a good thing. But the fat man's back was not so lucky. There is less fat on the back, and the slash is so deep that you can fucking see the backbone.

He Tao was also not lightly injured. As I said earlier, no one can escape with a siege of several people at the same time. The reason why those characters in the TV series can do it is because the people who surround him are all going up one by one. But this is not the case. He Tao may have revealed his identity. Although I'm not sure if this so-called identity is true, at least the uncle seems to believe it. So He Tao is even more bitter. At the same time, he was surrounded by more than a dozen people, and his subordinates were even more scattered. No one could help him.

I was anxious to see it in the same place. At that time, He Tao had been surrounded into a dead end, and he was already unable to advance or retreat.

After He Tao was stabbed three times, I finally couldn't stand it anymore and finally took the first step. And this step, in the words of the fat man, is the first step on this path.

One small step for you, one big step for the door. The fat man said.

I snatched the machete of the person next to me and rushed towards Hetao.

What does it feel like to cut someone?

There is no feel. It is impossible for a person to feel anything in a situation of extreme stress. Otherwise, there would be no such thing as incontinence. But now that I think about it, it doesn't seem like it's true. I can't remember what it felt like to have a knife slashed at the other person, but after the person in front of me was slashed by me, he really fell in front of me. I slashed down diagonally at the neck. I instinctively didn't cut sideways. Because I was afraid to see my head slashed off, and then my broken neck began to spurt blood upwards.

But even if I hadn't cut off his head, I would have hacked this person to death.

I'm sure he's dead. I know how heavy my blow is. If you go down with such a knife, you will definitely not survive.

Keep chopping forward. As long as it's not a fat person or a person with Tao, then I'll cut it directly when I look at it.

The first time to cut someone, the first time to cut someone in such a bloody situation. After falling into a panic, there is usually a state of mind. That's madness. This can be regarded as a kind of return to the light before death. I don't have the ability to think at all, I just know how to cut people when I look at them. Later, if it hadn't been for the fat man rushing over and hugging me, Lan would have slashed me with a knife and knocked me unconscious, I would have almost slashed three of my own people. But even so, two of my own people were cut down to the ground by me. But fortunately, when I cut to the end, due to lack of physical strength, there was no way to be as fierce as before. So the cut on those two people is just a flesh wound. It didn't hurt bones or kill anyone.

It's time to talk about me. By the time I got to the end, the machete in my hand was completely curled. And I'm not unharmed. I rushed up to block a knife for Lan. The knife slashed diagonally from my right shoulder to my left waist. According to the fat man's words, if I go any deeper, my left kidney will be useless.

What does it feel like to be cut from behind?

I don't know.

All I knew was a force that pushed me forward, and I threw Lan to the ground. Immediately after that, I felt a chill in my back. That's right, it's a chill. I didn't even feel the pain. Of course, it could also be the result of my adrenaline overproduction and my brain blocking out the sense of pain. But anyway, I saved Lan's life. And I didn't know what the fuck was thinking at the time, and when I was lying on top of Lan, I even smiled at her.

You've saved me so many times, and this time it's finally me who saved you.

Lan pushed me away, the black knife poked forward, and waved his arm. Then I felt a large piece of something spill on me. It's piping hot.

Don't ask me why we're all fighting like this, the strip hasn't come up yet, or no one has called the police. That's all I can say to you.

An organization like ours can be called a force or anything. They are all strips or objects that the state needs to eliminate. On weekdays, I caught one or two, and the lighter one was to go in prison for dinner. The heavier ones may have to go down and Meng Po soup. So, instead of sending in the police to arrest us, let's kill each other first. When you've killed enough, it's good to collect the corpse again. Moreover, with the power of the uncle here, I don't think there should be any strips that have nothing to do when they are full, and come over to make trouble at night, right?

After being stabbed, I was quickly pulled up by the fat man and He Tao. The four of us just got together, looking at the uncle's men who were constantly coming in for reinforcements around us.

I asked He Tao and the fat man at the time. Ask them how many people are left. He Tao said first. There were twenty more at most. And the fat man also made a preliminary estimate, saying that his side may also be around this number. And uncle, as reinforcements continue to come, the number of them has also increased.

We slowly retreated to the side of the car and tried to drive out. But later I found out that even if I got into the car, so many people could pull the car off even if they were on top. We simply won't be able to go.

He Tao climbed on the roof of the car and looked at it, saying that if we can fight five at a time now, we may be able to go to the hospital tonight to bandage a wound or something. Otherwise, you won't be able to go back. According to our current state, being able to hit two at one is enough to blow for a lifetime. What's more, it's still a fight of five, which is simply a one-sided group fight. Of course, if the fat man now has a gun on him, or if it is Ray. It's okay to say what you want. But then it may not be a simple gangster fight. When firearms appeared, it was of a different nature. To exaggerate a little, there may still be an army to suppress us. Then we really don't want to leave.

I also climbed onto the roof of the car to find out where the uncle was.

As the saying goes, shoot a man before a horse, and capture a thief before a king. As long as we find the uncle, then we will be safe. But after looking on the roof of the car for a while, I didn't see the uncle. Even the second uncle didn't see it. All we saw was the heads of people who kept coming towards us. It gives me a sense of the end of the world. All kinds of zombies are pouring towards me, and He Tao and I are the only two people who survive.

Want to know how we got back? We didn't retreat unscathed, but at least we all survived. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how long the forty-odd line is.

It's actually quite simple. This fight of ours is completely out of the control of the strips. They originally thought that only a few people were killed and wounded, but there were only more than a dozen people who died. With their means, they can actually still be suppressed. But later, as the death toll continued to increase, the strip could not sit still. If we continue to fight like this, then this official hat is probably not guaranteed.

Hundreds, or hundreds, of police surrounded us. I even saw blast shields when I stood on the roof of the car, as well as pistol shotguns and so on. There are also bulletproof vests, bulletproof helmets. Countless. It seems that in order to prevent things from getting bigger, they can't control the scene themselves. Even SWAT is in place.

I heard a loudspeaker shouting at us. What disarming surrender and the like.

The people do not fight with the officials. This is a long-standing tradition in our country. Even if it's a foreign eight industry, it will never want to have anything to do with them.

The people on both sides were very decisive and lost their knives and were about to run. I could hear the warning shots, and I saw that a few people who were not afraid of death were killed on the spot. Even if he killed the outlaw who was red-eyed, he obediently put down the knife in his hand and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.

I looked at He Tao, and then at the fat man and Lan who were standing next to the car. The heart said that this is over, there are so many police forces out of the strip, and it must be impossible to run now. And with so many dead people here, who can tell if they are clean? I could almost see myself being pushed to the execution ground.

Almost every sliver was equipped with a gun. I was ripped off the roof of the car because of blood loss and the hard slash I had taken earlier. It's completely out of the way. Lying on the ground like a corpse, they swing around.

But then I was fine. Not only am I fine, but the people who are still alive on our side are all right. I don't know the specifics. Of course, whether it's Lan, Fat or Hetao. They don't know either. We've all fainted from blood loss. By the time we woke up, we were already in the hospital. And I noticed that there didn't seem to be any strips or other people watching us around us.

I asked the nurse sister who came over to change the dressing. The nurse said that the four of us were sent by slips. There were quite a few people who sent it over. However, when he sent us over, he just said that we, as passers-by, were innocently injured by the gangsters. And let the hospital take good care of us.

It's okay? It's okay. I can say with certainty. Because in the days we woke up, there was no way to come back at all. Even when we were discharged from the hospital, we didn't see the strips.

I wondered if it was a long line to catch a big fish, trying to catch the people behind us. But when I think about it, it doesn't feel right.

Where is the person behind Lao Tzu? With the current level of investigation, there is no way they will let us go without a clear investigation. So, that means we're fine.

I lay in the hospital for almost two months, during which time I, Lan, and Tao had back injuries. So I can only lie on the bed. Fat people are more bitter. Both sides were cut off. It's like steamed grouper. It's not lying down, it's not lying on your stomach. But even so, the four of us survived.

After experiencing that bloody scene firsthand, I felt for the first time that it was so good to be alive and so good to live.

(I'm going back to school the day after tomorrow, so I'm a bit busy packing up my stuff for the past two days.) Maybe two chapters together into one chapter. Also, this chapter was supposed to be written in the morning. It's a pity that the hot spots at home are not powerful, and the starting point account can't be logged in. Now I still came to the Internet café to send it out...... Sorry, sorry) (To be continued.) )