Boris and Yakov rushed ahead of the pack and stormed Ivankov's territory.
The little brothers who were guarding the barricade just now were already frightened, and they used their strength to feed, and ran desperately inside, reporting to their companions as they ran.
A few unlucky ones accidentally fell to the ground, and Boris's men shone on his forehead.
The driver of the truck also got out of the car, removed the roadblock, and drove after Boris and them.
The headlights of the car illuminate the road ahead.
The shouts of the Gorky Gang stormtroopers soon alarmed the forces of small Japan entrenched here.
One after another, Ivankov's people came out to check the situation.
But when he saw Boris's number, he couldn't help but gasp, and he ran inside.
Soon the news of someone coming to the door reached Ivankov's ears, and Ivankov immediately gathered his men and horses to prepare for a counterattack.
It didn't take long for hundreds of people to gather around Ivankov.
Because Boris they came too suddenly, Ivankov did not have time to arrange again.
He saw that the people behind him were almost coming, so he called his good brother Hassan, and then led his men to start the battle.
Boris and Ivankov's men soon met, and without nonsense, Boris and Yakov raised the steel pipe in their hands and rushed towards Ivankov.
Ivankov also showed no signs of weakness, and due to lack of preparation, his men used all sorts of things as weapons.
But Ivankov's men were undaunted, and they met them.
The two groups collided like this.
In order to prevent accidental injury, the people brought by Boris and Yakov wore white towels around their arms.
As soon as everyone saw someone who didn't tie a white towel, they rushed up, raised the steel pipe in their hands and smashed it down.
Because Boris and Yakov bravely rushed to the front, which greatly stimulated the brothers of the Gorky gang, everyone felt their blood boiling at this moment, and they did not relent.
The two groups soon mixed together, and Yakov followed Boris closely, protecting Boris's back.
The two were born and died on the battlefield, and they are brothers, and they cooperate very well with each other.
Compared to the Gorky brothers who participated in this kind of battle for the first time, the two of them were relatively calm-headed, waving the steel pipe in their hands while searching for Ivankov's figure.
And Ivankov's side, because he was caught off guard by being killed, there were a few people who followed Ivankov.
And the weapons in hand are not at hand, so there are some losses.
In order to save the situation, Ivankov kept shouting, asking his companions to move closer to him.
Soon Ivankov's actions caught Boris's attention, and he and Yakov began to call on his men to besiege Ivankov.
In order to maintain morale, Boris still rushed forward in the first place.
Boris's movements were so fast that Yakov didn't have time to follow, when suddenly a man without a white towel on his arm picked up a fire axe and slashed at Boris's back.
"Boris, behind," Yakov reminded Boris in a loud voice as he rushed over.
Boris turned around vigilantly and placed the steel pipe in front of him.
With a "boom", the blade of the axe slashed right on the steel pipe in Boris's hand, and Boris blocked the fatal blow and narrowly escaped the catastrophe.
Yakov hurried over and shot at the man's head.
"Boom" Yakov rounded the steel pipe and smashed it on the guy's nose, and the guy screamed and fell to the ground with blood on his face.
Boris was so angry by this blow that he picked up the axe from the ground and shot at the guy lying on the ground.
When Yakov saw this, he quickly pushed Boris and warned: "Don't kill anyone, Seryosha said" Boris then stopped, and he turned the axe 180 degrees, blunt forward, and hit the calf of the guy lying on the ground.
A "click" was followed by a scream, and Boris smashed the calf of the man who had cut him with an axe.
Like a killing god, it walked towards Ivankov with an axe.
The surrounding light was dim, and I don't know who lit the debris on the side of the road, and soon the raging flames were burning, and everyone was killing and not paying attention to everything around.
Ivankov had already discovered that the white towels on his arms were all enemies, and he scanned his surroundings by the light of the fire, and there were fewer and fewer of his own people standing, and a trace of despair could not help but rise in his heart.
But before he could think deeply, Boris's axe had already slashed over.
Although Ivankov was not young, he was lucky enough to avoid Boris's attack because of his short stature.
Experience told Ivankov that there would be danger in fighting like this, so he shouted: "Run to the east, quickly", and began to cover his men while fighting and retreating.
"That's him, catch him" Yakov beckoned his men to chase Ivankov, Boris ran behind Ivankov with an axe, and Ivankov pushed down the debris on the side of the road from time to time to slow down Boris's speed.
In this way, the two groups started a chase on the potholed road.
And those who fell in the last battle were left behind.
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Ivankov let his men go first, he dragged his feet last, and he did everything he could to stop Boris and his men.
Boris was able to catch up with all his strength at first, but unfortunately the fight just now consumed a lot of physical strength, coupled with Ivankov's constant setting of obstacles, Boris could only follow unhurriedly.
At the end of the road was a corner, and thanks to Ivankov's time to buy it, his men laid out an improvised "position" at the end of the road.
By the time Ivankov entered the position, they were no longer retreating.
Ivankov made a pause gesture, gasping for breath as he said to Boris and them: "Who are you guys?"
"Petrov asked me to greet you," Boris replied at the top of his voice.
Ivankov's face showed an expression of disbelief, and he asked again: "It's the one who shamelessly stammered with the Petrov who was in charge" "You are wrong, we are all his children," Boris replied.
Ivankov closed his eyes in resignation, he clenched the weapon in his hand tightly, ready to use his last strength to fight the enemy in front of him.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the distance.
Ivankov turned his head to look at the other side of the corner, where a group of people with torches were walking towards him, and he hurriedly looked at it, and couldn't help but be happy.
The gang was none other than his good brother Hassan. t1706231537: