For the Indonesian thugs, they have already killed a large number of Chinese, a large number of wealth is almost at their fingertips, and a large number of Chinese can do whatever they want. Naturally, he refused to give up and retreated.

And for the Chinese youth, their relatives are behind them, how can they let the atrocities rage.

Kill once for a while, do not back down from each other, and are in a state of stalemate. In the midst of the flying flesh, there were screams. Tuteni stood behind the slaughtering crowd, his face still calm, but his heart was shocked. Once upon a time, under the weakness of the Chinese sheep like sheep, there was such a fierce side.

He had the Overseer hack to death dozens of retreating Indonesian thugs.

Although he was calm on the surface, his palms were actually tightly clenched, which already reflected his nervousness. He knew that at this time, it was a critical time for both Indonesians and Chinese. The two sides are fighting here, and they are all elites. Once one side retreats, it is a defeat.

Ten miles long street, roaring thunder, long knives like snow, however, what blooms is blood flowers!

On the stone monument in Surabaya's Chinatown, pay attention to the names of some people!

Chang is healthy, he is the Surabaya man who tore off the anti-cut suit and rushed to the front! The ghost head knife in his hand has already cut the blade, and it is full of blood at the moment. On his body, there were three wounds that were a foot long, but the long knife in his hand did not hesitate to cross his head, swing a chopping machete, and slash into the enemy's body. He kicked away the corpse of his enemy, but the knife in the hand of a red-eyed Indonesian had stabbed him in the lower abdomen with lightning speed. Chang Jian let out a wild scream, and he still had the enemy's knife pinned to his lower abdomen. But he turned his body around and slashed the other man's head open.

At this moment, several more machetes slashed at his body mercilessly.

Chang was healthy and became a bloody child for a while. But he roared, and at the last moment, flew the knife in his hand and plunged into the body of an Indonesian thug opposite.

"Six!" he roared, "Rogan Society, Lao Tzu killed six!"

Logan's club, the ever-healthy iron buddies, they are usually men who don't accept Indonesians bullying Chinese, and they are also covered in blood at the moment. He watched his good brother fall. He didn't care about the knives flying around him, he roared and rushed forward, using his body to knock away the body that was usually exposed to the blade, and the knife in his hand slashed out over his head. Knock over one person. Then cross the head of the brain, then split the head of the person, and then cross the head of the brain, and when the third person is split, a long bamboo spear will pass through the crack of the person. Plunged into his lower abdomen at once.

Rogan was red-eyed, and he struggled and lunged forward, allowing the bamboo spear to pierce his body. But he rushed to the front of the Gentle Bearer -) and slashed off the opponent's head.

But he went deep alone this time, and was worn on a bamboo spear again. Immediately surrounded by the other party's people, the body was dissected.

Rogan desperately swung a knife gesture that was entangled in his head again. Although he swept away the other man's sword, he was powerless to kill the enemy further. At the last moment of his life, he yelled, "I'll kill five!" Fuck, Lao Tzu is always one less than you...... but in fact, he clearly remembered that he had killed seven people in total, but he knew that Chang was healthy and competitive, and he wanted to make him feel comfortable. But in fact, at this time, Chang Jian had already stopped breathing.

Ma Yunting, a usually inconspicuous man in Surabaya's Chinatown. On weekdays, I always smile when I meet people, and I rarely talk to people. Holding a rattan stick with two spun ends in his hand, he did not hesitate to rush into the Indonesian mob, first into the throat of an Indonesian thug, and then rushed to the next one as he fell down with his neck clutched.

The knife in this man's hand slashed his head, and the horse went diagonally, and the rattan stick in his hand slammed directly into the opponent's ankle. He is a stick hand, and he learned the three sticks of the Dai family. The stick made the other party scream, and he turned his right hand back and took out the stick. The tip of the stick on the right is the opponent's temple.

Knocking down the man, another man rushed up with a machete.

Ma Yunting did not hesitate to advance cross-legged, and when his body squatted, the shed stick shot out and flipped out. Immediately picked into the opponent's crotch, the Indonesian immediately clamped his legs, and fell down with a convulsion. When Ma Yunting got up, he was just about to point the tip of the stick in his hand at the next Indonesian thug, when a knife light directly split his neck from behind.

Tian Zhuangzhuang, a troublemaker in Surabaya's Chinatown, has been the master of his grandmother who doesn't hurt and his uncle doesn't love since he was a child. The girls in Chinatown hate him the most because he always has something to tease them. This child, who usually always has a cheap smile on his face, is pulling out the mental knife in his hand at the moment compared to the neck of an Indonesian.

Blood sprayed his face, he wiped the blood on his face with his hand, but he was being cut off by an Indonesian thug with a knife His right hand holding the knife, Tian Zhuangzhuang screamed, but still rushed forward without hesitation, he used his left hand to wrap his arms around the Indonesian thug, and bit the other party's neck in one bite. The other party screamed, and the knife in his hand went in and out of his lower abdomen one by one.

Tian Zhuangzhuang's intestines flowed out, but he still hung himself tightly on the other party with one hand. Finally, he took another bite and bit the other party's neck artery, and the person's blood spurted out a meter high.

Tian Zhuangzhuang turned around at this time, looking at the black crowd behind him, he roared hard: "Shu Yawen, I love you!" But what he let out was just a long and indistinct sound, in this kind of fighting field, turning his back to the enemy, there is still a way to live. He was immediately struck apart by the locust-like Indonesian mob.

In the black and oppressive Chinese crowd, the girl named Shu Yawen seemed to hear that cry, and she burst into tears when she remembered it.

Li Yuntao, he is not a Chinese from Surabaya's Chinatown, he is a Chinese youth from the Riau Islands. But one of his aunts died in the anti-Chinese riots of '98. That year, Li Yuntao was eleven years old, and his aunt was eighteen years old, which was the same age as flowers. Li Yuntao has had a good relationship with his aunt since he was a child. But when his father brought back his aunt's ashes from Jakarta, he didn't cry, just remained silent and didn't say a word. This time, Xie Cunguan recruited enthusiastic young people as Chinese volunteers to defend Surabaya. He didn't hesitate to sign up.

At this moment, he was holding a mind knife in his hand, and he was one of the hardest people in the study class.

Every day, after someone else goes to bed. He still has to practice for half a day. So a knife in hand, extremely sharp. Unlike others, who practiced the three knives from beginning to end, he only practiced the knife and the bayonet. Because he listened to the teacher who taught him the knife, Bai Zhigang said. The reason why Xinyiquan is so powerful is because there are few things and it is practiced well. So he only practiced flirting with knives.

At this moment, he has pulled a knife out of the throat of an Indonesian mob for the sixth time.

He kills people, but he only stabs the throat with a spatula. However. When he rushed to the seventh enemy, the thug who had fallen by his piercing throat did not die immediately, but instinctively grabbed his foot as he fell. He stumbled into the middle of the Indonesian thug on the opposite side. Immediately, countless machetes fell on him.

With all his might, he stabbed the knife in his hand into the body of a thug. Then, for more than a dozen years, this child, like a mute, did not speak. Finally, the voice of the alien came.

He yelled at the word "aunt", and at the last moment of his life, in a trance, he saw his beautiful aunt. Walked towards himself and held him in his arms with open arms. Still as beautiful as when she was eighteen. And the real scene at this moment is that his head was cut off with a knife. Flying in mid-air.

One tragic death after another is unfolding, different characters, the same story.

In this tragedy, the Chinese youth pushed the front forward, and the space for impact was opened up step by step. They are all ordinary young people with no stories, but at this moment, they are writing the splendor of life with their lives.

There were roars and howls, even screams, but no one felt that there was anything wrong, and no one felt that the screams were not heroic enough. The long street is stained with blood, and human life is as cheap as grass!

Lin Yaohui looked at the children who were bleeding and fighting in front of him, and suddenly the old man burst into tears, and the old man suddenly yelled at the young men who had not been trained in martial arts in Surabaya Chinatown behind him: "Look! Look! The bleeding in front is our children, our children! They have the same youth, but they just wither in the hands of these thugs! What are we waiting for? What are we waiting for? If we can't protect our brothers, our children, we are just living in this world, what difference does it make if we walk with the corpse!" As he spoke, the old man stepped forward tremblingly, and those were bundles of spare bamboo spears, machetes, and rattan sticks, and the old man picked up a knife and said, "Don't be bloody, everyone is coming with me!"

Ma Tuansong and another vice president on the side were busy helping him, but the old man waved the knife in his hand and said, "If any of you block me today, I will cut him!" Ma Tuansong and the vice president were stunned for a moment, at a loss.

At this time, Marven took a step forward, picked up a knife, and shouted loudly: "If you don't rush up to die at this time, you will watch your relatives die here for a while!"

Looking at the two old men holding knives and guns, the faces of the young men behind them who were frightened by the tragic scene and turned pale gradually changed. Especially some people who have blood on weekdays, they immediately rushed out of the crowd and took knives and guns one after another. As soon as these people moved, all the people they knew and knew each other moved.

Even some powerful girls and old people rushed up to pick up knives and guns, shouting to kill the enemy.

For a while, the crowd was finally indignant.

Man is a bloody animal after all, although he is usually cowardly and accustomed to it, but at this moment, in the bloody atmosphere, in the roar of everyone, the most timid man also picked up a knife and gun. There are not enough knives and guns, so I picked up bricks, kitchen knives, and even stir-fried pans. There are also some experienced ones, so they put hard and heavy items in a handbag and make them look like a simple meteor hammer. The dart guns on the side of some dart gunners were snatched away.

"Kill!" Lin Yaohui looked at these Indonesian Chinese who were aroused, and suddenly burst into tears.

He gave the order to charge in a crying voice.

Yang Chensheng, who had been guarding everyone, yelled at the dozen or so martial artists around him, and the dart gunners who were left behind by Xie Cunguan and others: "Kill!" His mission was to build the last line of defense to protect the Chinese, and at that time, the sniper rifles upstairs would begin to kill the enemy. And he will immediately summon the 10,000 Chinese soldiers who have been lurking near Surabaya City to enter the city.

Although the ultimate goal of Xie Cunguan's plan is to finally achieve autonomy for Indonesian Chinese, he must not watch the slaughter of nearly 100,000 Chinese in Chinatown in Surabaya City for this purpose.

But at this moment, Yang Chensheng already knew that these Chinese did not need to protect themselves, because they already had the ability to protect themselves. To be continued