The dwarf was in front of Master Guan yesterday, and he had already thought of today's plan.

The snipe and the clam compete, and the fisherman profits.

He doesn't care who is a sandpiper and who is a mussel between Binggongtang and Ruiduantang, anyway, he is the extremely smart fisherman.

Yes, fisherman.

After the people of Po Liang Tang entered the battlefield, they immediately disrupted the situation of the battle.

The other two members of the parish didn't understand what was going on at first.

They all thought that the other side had come for reinforcements.

It wasn't until the dwarf and a few famous thugs appeared in the crowd that the gang finally understood that Po Liang Tang had been involved.

Yan Qingshan finally caught the bald head, and the two were fighting fiercely at this time, and they had no time to take care of their helpers.

They had to follow one principle.

That is, except for the people of their own gang, they are all enemies.

As a result, the scene became even more chaotic, some people simply began to slash indiscriminately, and others began to think about retreating.

Po Liang Tang, who was waiting for work, quickly gained the advantage of the battle and began to clear the field.

"Yan Qingshan! Say it's good heads-up! You have a fucking face to call a helper! After dodging the old man's slash, the bald head scolded.

He had just seen the dwarf cut down one of his right-hand men with an axe.

"Fart! I, Yan Qingshan, have been crisscrossing Chinatown for so many years, relying on "Yan Qingshan's axe to cut his bald head at him with a knife."

But his words came to an abrupt end.

For the old man also saw the dwarf, and saw him smash an axe on the back of one of his disciples.

"Shrimp boy! What do you mean? Yan Qingshan shouted loudly, and continued to make moves with the bald head in his hands.

The dwarf is a character who doesn't talk much, and he kills Yan Qingshan and the bald head with an axe to greet people.

The bald man's reaction was faster than the old man's, and he looked around and found that his gang was wounded and fled, and there was not much left.

And the periphery is now full of people from Po Liang Tang.

Even a fool could see that the dwarf had calculated them.

However, it is impossible to join forces with Yan Qingshan to retreat from the enemy.

Not to mention whether the two of them can fight together now, even if they can still fight with one of them, it is really difficult for you to make the people of the two halls who were still cutting each other just now agree to the outside world in the blink of an eye.

Bald heads have a better idea.

He was going to run away.

The bald head picked up the axe in his hand and threw it towards Yan Qingshan.

When the old man saw the axe flying, he swung his sword and struck it away.

This also reveals a flaw.

The bald Zong Wenkai stepped forward and slipped out of the side of the strict old man.

"Withdraw from me!" The bald head gave the order without replying, and his own people had already rushed out.

His younger brothers saw that the eldest had run away, and they were also ready to run.

As a result, the people surrounding Baoliangtang were tightly blocked.

Yan Qingshan had no intention of running.

Although his sword skills have not yet been scattered, he is still an old man.

The battle just now was extremely exhausting for his physical strength.

In addition, several wounds on his body that were cut are still bleeding outward.

Yan Qingshan's hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he rushed towards the dwarf with his sword.

The dwarf took two steps back, dodging Yan Qingshan's first knife, reached into his pocket and grabbed something, and raised it towards the old man's face.

He had no intention of going head-to-head with the old man.

A handful of quicklime fell firmly on Yan Qingshan's face.

"Ah~"

Yan shook his head and screamed, still holding a knife in his hand, his eyes closed, and shaking his head desperately.

His face was covered with sweat at this time, his eyes couldn't be opened at all, and his whole face was hot and painful.

Like a blind lion, he wielded his sword to prevent anyone from approaching him.

But Yan Qingshan is not the golden lion king Xie Xun after all.

The people of Baoliangtang rushed up and quickly subdued the old man.

The hall master was captured, and his men lost the desire to fight, and they threw down their weapons one after another, intending to surrender.

"Zha Dongxiong, you sinister and vicious brute! How dare you cheat! Yan Qingshan was pressed to the ground by four or five big men, still scolding and scolding in his mouth, and he was not convinced.

"Didn't you learn from you, didn't you do the last time you drugged a bald man?" The dwarf didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what he was doing.

Although he really wanted to send the old man in front of him to the west with an axe now.

However, considering this, Yan Qingshan is in the pig business.

This business chain has not been completely obtained, and he is reluctant to let the old man die.

Just when Zha Dongxiong was dreaming.

His men who were cleaning the battlefield suddenly stood in place, and they all looked up at the other side of the street.

"Boss, there's a voice over there." The men looked at the dwarf with blank expressions.

The dwarf frowned, and he seemed to hear some movement.

"Oh, no, boss, there's one over there!" Another pointed to another street and exclaimed, "It seems to be the sound of horses' hooves!" ”

Finally, on the street where they came, there was a similar movement.

The dwarf was a little dazed.

The police in San Francisco?

Didn't they never care about Chinatown? And it's not that big!

But he soon became no longer confused.

A group of men in black on fast horses appeared at the end of the three streets.

The group of people all had yellow-skinned faces, and the leader shouted in Chinese: "Lay down your arms!" Otherwise, there will be no mercy! ”

Cha Dongxiong couldn't remember Chinatown, or even where there was such a Chinese armed force around it.

But how could he, who had just won a stage victory, be caught with his hands tied?

"Mom's, where did the decrepit boy come from?" The dwarf waved at the subordinates behind him, "Prepare to continue working, I don't see many of them!" ”

Seeing that the people of Baoliangtang had no intention of surrendering, and were not in a hurry, the people on the horse stopped their horses about ten paces away from them.

It is the Long Xiang group, Chen Jianqiu's personal soldier.

They dismounted unhurriedly and removed the Roswell bolt-action rifles from their backs.

Without a second warning, the well-trained Chinese soldiers began shooting at the people of Po Leung Tong.

Bullets came from three directions, dense and accurate.

The gangsters, who were still armed with weapons, were shot and fell to the ground.

"Rush a wave! There are few of them, and when they get in, they can't do anything! ”

The dwarf picked up his axe, intending to fight again.

Seeing that they were about to charge, the Chinese soldiers on the other side took out another gun from their horses.

The gun was adapted from the prototype of the Model 8 semi-automatic rifle previously invented by Browning.

Chen Jianqiu asked the arsenal to produce some at that time and sent it to the Border Detective Agency for trial.

The ones that the Long Xiang group is holding now have been transformed according to the trial opinions.

The magazine has been expanded to hold 10 rounds.

Although it was still prone to malfunction in harsh conditions, and the rate of fire was still somewhat different from that of the later Chicago typewriters, it was more than enough to deal with hooligans on the streets of the city.

After a "da-da-da" volley, the charging Po Liang Tang gang poured a piece like wheat had been cut.

The front of the hooligans soon collapsed.

The dwarf looked at the little brothers who were crying and shouting for their mothers and fleeing in all directions, and they were extremely desperate.

The Chinese soldiers on the opposite side who were calmly changing their ammunition made him suddenly feel a trance.

Where the hell did these people come from?

The weapons in their hands they had never seen before, or even heard of.

Not to mention the police in San Francisco, or the regular army of the Federation, the firepower is not so fierce.

Run!

That's the only thing on the dwarf's mind right now.

And his legs reacted clearly faster than his brain.

The people of Baoliangtang didn't care about Yan Qingshan and the others who were captured by themselves, and began to run away on their own.

Seeing that the opposite side was running, Li Sifu raised his arm high and gave an order to the soldiers behind him:

"Brothers, arrest people! Boss Chen said that those three hall masters must be brought to him before lunch! Live or die! Live your best! ”

The people of the Long Xiang group didn't even need to use their horses, and chased straight after them.

Needless to say, Yan Qingshan was the first to be caught, and Zha Dongxiong didn't run far, he was shot in the thigh by Li Sifu, and then carried to the horse like garbage.

As for Zong Wenkai.

After the bald head ran away, he suddenly found that he was the only one left.

After a fight, I felt hungry.

He caught a glimpse of a noodle stall on the side of the street.

"Boss, let's have a bowl of noodles!" Zong Wenkai sat on the stool at the table on the side of the street.

The noodles were quickly brought to him.

The bald head pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the table.

The face is glossy, white, and there are no toppings.

"Boss! Is there any garlic?! The bald head sucked his face and shouted loudly.

Suddenly, a cold barrel pressed against his head.

The voice of the gun's owner reached his ears.

"No garlic, do you want bullets?"

(End of chapter)