The thugs gathered more and more, soon surpassing 10,000 people, and still gathering. There were many people on the phone, summoning people they knew, some ruthless people who were not at the scene.

Ten minutes later, quietly, more than a dozen athletic people also mixed into the crowd, this is after getting the information, Shibata Hiroshi sent the Black Dragon Society Battle Department Fire Character Group, these people are all martial arts, it is said that most of them are the back pockets of the Japanese ronin in the past, and there are many ancestors in the family who have been Japanese widows.

More than a dozen people, all Japanese long knives, and the clothes on their bodies are all loose sportswear. It's bulging inside, and it's also lined with something protective.

As soon as these dozen people arrived, they gathered the warrior brigade and several other mob leaders together, and discussed and calculated at that time. These people shouted one after another, shouting those tyrannical people who were usually not afraid of death.

Soon, a team was quietly formed, and these people were exchanging weapons with the people around them, and soon, an almost identical team of machetes was organized, and slowly stood in front of the crowd.

The shouts resounded, gradually suppressing the death of Hatatu and the others, bringing a trace of fear to the hearts of the mob. Several members of the warrior brigade also picked up knives and sticks, and they could no longer hide in the crowd at this time.

When the sound of ho-ho sounded, a tyrannical atmosphere was suddenly condensed.

"Steady!" Liang Shan stood next to the first row of young people and encouraged them: "No matter how powerful they are, they are actually just a group of rabble!"

His calm voice without the slightest trembling made several young people with weak legs and stomachs immediately calm down a lot.

"Ahh Liang Shan felt that things were not quite right, and these people were vigorous. And the posture of holding a knife is obviously not the first day to play with knives. He stretched out his hand. He took a javelin from a young man next to him, and said, "Let's dart these guys with long knives in a moment!"

As he spoke, a charge had already begun on the other side, and a dozen men with long knives took the lead, and the black pressed head behind him, and the white glittering machete, formed a strange surge.

The optimal distance for such a short javelin is about twelve meters.

"Steady!" Liang Shan said softly, cheering up these young people around him.

As the distance got closer and closer, Liang Shan suddenly shouted: "Shoot!" As he spoke, the javelin in his hand was already like an arrow from the string. Soared directly to the third long-knife man. He didn't pick the first one. I didn't choose the second either, but the third. It is because, generally the first and second places are generally more vigilant because they are at the forefront. And this third person is still mixed with the Indonesians at the moment. and does not stand out.

At his cries, the man with the long knife fell. Immediately, he was accompanied by a few people around him.

At this time, other Chinese youths also shot the dart guns in their hands. Although they tried their best to aim at the men with knives in front of them, it was the first time they had stabbed people with darts and guns, so they inevitably missed their heads.

The long knife men are really good at swordsmanship, and they even knocked away the flying dart guns one after another.

In the first round, Liang Shan's dart gun was added, in fact, there were only six dart guns, but except for the one that flew off, the other four were all knocked away. And the flying dart gun flew into the Indonesian crowd. Unexpectedly, one was shot down, and another group of people flipped on their backs.

"Retreat!" Liang Shan roared. The group of ten immediately split into two groups, spread out on both sides, and continued to the rear.

Liang Shan turned around and left, walked to the second row of people, and shouted directly: "Shoot!" Five more dart guns flew out. This time, the javelins flew directly into the crowd, although there were only five of them, but because the Indonesians on the opposite side were dense, they were mixed up.

"Retreat!" Liang Shan roared again, and he was in front of the third team.

At this time, the thugs were already quite close, and Liang Shan knew that there were too many people on the other side, and the other side did not estimate the Indonesians, and the dart guns were too scattered to be lethal. At that time, he snatched a ghost head knife and roared: "This team will follow me, and the others will immediately gather together, take a team of 100 people, and fire dart guns!"

With the shouting, he had already raised his knife and rushed forward, once again facing the oncoming Indonesian thug.

As soon as he rushed forward, the people of the squad following him were momentarily frightened and hesitated. The captain, who was still one person behind, reacted quickly, and in a hurry, shouted: "Get out of the way if you are afraid of death! Follow me if you are not afraid of death! All those with knives and sticks rush with me, and those with darts and guns retreat back to a single gathering!" In the roar, the young man rushed forward with two dart guns in his hand.

In fact, the dart gunners have also practiced two tricks of killing the enemy with a dart gun, both of which are made from the whip shaft.

He roared out of his voice, and several hot-blooded men immediately responded and followed. As soon as these people followed, nearly twenty men immediately followed.

The two gangs collided together, and the Liangshan ghost head knife crossed his head, and slashed at the man with the Japanese knife in the lead.

This person shouted "Eight Grids!" It turned out to be Japanese, and the long knife was raised, not only did not take Liang Shan's knife, but directly stabbed Liang Shan in the lower abdomen. The Japanese knife is long, and the ghost head knife in Liang Shan's hand is short, so he has to slash at the opponent's knife head.

The two knives intersect and make a clanging sound.

Liang Shan slashed down with a knife, made progress under his feet, and the knife went through his head and brain, and he was cut down with another knife.

The Japanese was about to raise his knife, but Liang Shan's second knife had already been slashed, and it directly hit the long knife in his hand. This time it was much closer, and it slashed into the middle of the blade. The long knife clattered and made a clang.

A good Liangshan, at this time, the steps under his feet fell, the body turned like a spinning top, the knife was combined, and then the head was wrapped around the brain, as if rolling from the opponent's knife, it had reached the other party's approach, and the knife was chopped down again.

After three times in a row, they were already at the side of the Japanese. The Japanese finally raised their knives at this time, shouted loudly, held the knives in both hands, and hurriedly went up. Listening to the sound again, Liang Shan only felt a light in his hand. His knife was cut in two under the opponent's knife.

When the Japanese saw that Liangshan's knife was cut in two, the Japanese immediately shouted in surprise, "Yo Xi!" With his left hand sent upwards and the long knife turned around his head, he was about to return to attack Liangshan.

Right now. At the foot of Liangshan, he took a backward step and stretched out his body to pick up the knife. A knife from the bottom to the top, straight into the opponent's crotch.

As soon as the Japanese word "Yo Xi" came out, he felt a chill in his abdomen, and then he felt a sharp pain, and Liang Shan's half knife had already sunk into his lower abdomen. It's as if his good sentence was called for Liang Shan's knife.

At this moment, the long knife in the hand of the second Japanese had already slashed at Liang Shan's neck.

It was because of the hesitation of the team just now that Liang Shan's rush became a lone army. Out of the corner of his eye, he felt a cold light flashing towards his neck. I immediately wanted to turn around and walk away. But the Japanese who was cut open by him turned out to be a fierce guy who was not afraid of death. Directly stretched his hand, and grabbed Liang Shan's hand holding the knife. This is also because Liang Shan is half broken, and he is already very close to the other party.

Liang Shan twisted his body and left, but without moving, he was busy crouching and falling down. Dig your right leg into the bosom of the day itself. The knife slashed through, and although it didn't slash into his body, it swept over his shoulder, slicing out a field of flesh and blood.

Liang Shan's drill is exactly using the method in the group frame, and the enemy who has been beaten to the point of losing the power to resist is as close as possible, and the opponent will block your flesh. He went in, and the man's knife swept past. When he wanted to return the knife, he disappeared for a while. Stunned for a moment, Liang Shan had already twisted his wrist, freed the Japanese who was holding his right hand, and as soon as he stepped forward, his shoulder hit the crotch of the Japanese who had been cut open in the lower abdomen. Knocked the person upside down and threw him out.

But the force on the man's body spurted blood from the abdominal incision, but it sprayed Liang Shan's face.

When Liang Shan stood up, he was covered in blood, his eyes were full of blood, and he lost half of the knife in his hand. Standing there, although majestic, was already in extreme danger. The Japanese who had slashed off Liang Shan's shoulder and scalp with a knife just now had already jumped forward, and the knife in his hand was as cold as practice, slashing Liang Shan's shoulder and neck.

At this time, the Chinese young people who rushed up after them all shouted, but the ordinary step away was like a cape away at this moment.

Liang Shan had already sensed the direction of the sword wind at this moment, and he could only instinctively raise his right hand to protect the side of his neck, and wipe the blood from his eyes with his left hand.

The Japanese couldn't help but be overjoyed, and the knives in their hands were all old katanas forged by the oldest swordsmith in Kyoto. Even a stack of fifteen copper coins must be cut with a knife. What's more, Liang Shan has an arm, and this knife is cut up, and he doesn't practice the arm to take the lead and break it together. Thinking of this, I put a little more strength in my hands.

"Brother Liang Shan!" After arranging at the crossroads, Xie Cunguan, who rushed over when he felt that the situation was wrong, couldn't help but let out a loud shout. The five or six military spurs in his hand came out like lightning. But it's still a step too late. The long knife carried the wind, and it slashed at Liang Shan's arm with one sword. Before he could lose his strength, he took his arm and hit him on the side of the neck.

With a stab from the 5th and 6th Army, the Japanese samurai passed through the chest. Xie Cunguan used so much force that he asked for a small military thorn, and he actually knocked a living person of 100 catties upside down and fell to the ground.

The knife entered the arm, but it did not break Liang Shan's arm, it turned out that Liang Shan's arm had already been covered with that kind of cut-resistant nylon arm. He is the kind of martial artist who is not competitive, not competitive, and easily unwilling to show his ability, so no matter what he does, he is not a hero. Seeing that the nylon arm guard can prevent knife cuts, Liang Shan is not afraid of people laughing and brings a pair for himself.

At this time, his life was saved.

Liang Shan had already wiped the blood from his eyes at this time, and at this time, two more Japanese swordsmen saw that they were all right, so they raised their knives and rushed up from the left and right sides, and the two knives were like electricity, staggering and flashing towards his head and neck again. Liang Shan's long body suddenly became as if there were no bones, and as soon as he fell down, the dragon momentum of the bird was almost flat to the ground.

It is the basic skill of ten sets in the red fist.

The two Japanese long knives were empty, and they wanted to go up again, but at this time, the Chinese young man had already rushed over, and Xie Cunguan had also rushed to Liang Shan's side.

"Brother Liang Shan, is there something wrong?" his voice had a hint of panic. After all, that knife was actually slashed at Liang Shan's arm, although the person did not die, but it was a broken arm, what did that mean to Liang Shan as a martial artist who guarded the door.

"It's not a big deal, your gloves are really good!It's just a broken bone!" Liang Shan's body was like a ghost, and he stood beside Xie Cunguan again, and said softly. The knife actually cut the glove and slashed directly into the bones of Liang Shan's forearm. (To be continued......)