"We're here to find someone" "We are absolutely neutral" "Don't get hurt by mistake" Worried that their supervisor Xu Le would be swallowed up by the crowd, dozens of members of the seventh group mustered up the courage and followed Xiong Linquan, who was full of swearing, to the middle of the chaotic night market.
Along the way, they picked up small iron barbecue pots scattered on the mud floor, or picked up the broken table in two, and held it over their heads and sides to prevent the danger from everywhere, while shouting out loud words of self-preservation like the one above.
At this time, the scene of the group fight in the Chrysanthemum Night Market, the political axe army has achieved an obvious advantage, and the soldiers in Qinglong Mountain were suppressed to a corner of the night market, and the seven groups squeezed out the stinky sweat, accompanied by the slogan of not participating in the war and the messy protective equipment, they actually successfully squeezed in, and approached the food plate turntable that was already a mess, full of octopus legs and dirt.
Next to the turntable, several officers of the Political Axe Army were slapping the table, angrily directing their subordinates to launch a final onslaught against the Qinglongshan troops who were still desperately resisting, their foreheads were still bleeding, and they had obviously suffered a lot from the previous melee.
Xiong Linquan, who was wearing a big black cauldron, was sweating profusely, and there were many mud footprints on his body.
He leaned into the ear of an officer who was scolding, and said loudly: "Brother and brother, did you see that when our commander was before you hit, he should have been drinking here." ” The officer was covered in the smell of alcohol, his dark face was flushed with anger and excitement, and when he heard Xiong Linquan's loud question, he turned his head in annoyance and shouted: "What are you yelling about, I didn't see that Lao Tzu is about to win, how have you seen anyone?"
Xiong Linquan couldn't find Xu Le, and the phone couldn't get through, so he was very worried, so he was willing to stop there, and climbed his shoulder to flatteringly said: "Brother, that's my head official, don't dare to let him have an accident, there should be a beautiful girl by his side at that time." ” The officer was stunned, remembering the guy who had tried to stand up and calm the situation.
In his opinion, that guy's previous statement was obviously a little biased towards Qinglong Mountain, so he naturally didn't have any good feelings, pulled Xiong Linquan's hand down, covered his bleeding forehead with his hand, and scolded and said: "I'm the nosy guy, I don't know, maybe I'll be beaten into a pig's head a long time ago, I said you guys hurry up and get out of the way for me, if you get angry, you will be beaten" As soon as he heard this, Xiong Linquan's face changed slightly, and the seven groups of team members behind him also glared angrily.
Over the years, the seventh group has played a ruthless reputation in Xilin, and it was reorganized after disbanding for a year, ushering in Xu Le, the director who dared to confront Du Shaoqing, who was arrogant and domineering even better than back then, deep implanted in the bones, no matter the new and old players, where are they willing to suffer this kind of bird spirit.
Yan Bingyan stared at the big eyes of the cowbell, the thick arm of the trunk was stiff, and he picked up a fist with a bullet head, and was ready to smash it, as the face of the seventeenth division, he was extremely burly, and at this time he suddenly went crazy, and the momentum was extremely amazing.
Unexpectedly, at the moment when he moved his fist, he was hugged by Xiong Linquan, who was half a head shorter than him, but his strength was better than him.
"Why do you want to be mad" The officer spat on the ground and scolded: "Damn, I really don't dare to beat my mother with dozens of you guys."
As old fritters in the army, they can easily judge the belonging of the other party through things such as the epaulettes of military uniforms.
If it were in the past, Xiong Linquan would have kicked the officer in front of him a long time ago, but he just hugged Yan Bingyan at this time, preventing him from making a move, and at the same time suppressed his subordinates who were about to move with a fierce gaze.
At this time, the situation in the Chrysanthemum Night Market is too chaotic, and there are almost crazy soldiers stimulated by alcohol and blood everywhere, although the seven groups are not afraid of fighting, but there are a lot of people after all, and more importantly, today's group fight involves Qinglong Mountain, Xiong Linquan, as a veteran of the seven groups, calmly thought at this moment that if his people also participated in the brawl, they might cause some political trouble to Xu Le.
At this time, they are wearing a black cauldron on their heads, but it does not mean that they really want to carry the black cauldron.
The core area of the most intense group fight has been transferred to a corner of the night market, and the soldiers of Qinglong Mountain gritted their teeth and refused to disperse or admit defeat, desperately stance, which stimulated the atmosphere of the venue to the extreme, and all the people involved in it gradually lost their last surname, killing their eyes red, and from time to time there were miserable screams and muffled snorts.
Xu Le, who was squatting under the turntable baffle, had already finished smoking two cigarettes anxiously.
He watched through the cracks as some of the men on both sides of the brawl began to pick up sharp broken beer bottles on the ground, and even saw some soldiers holding bloody pieces of beer bottles on their hands, knowing that the situation was out of control, and he was afraid that there would be a death before the gendarmes arrived.
If there is really an inclusible vicious conflict between the political axe army and Qinglongshan, under the actions of some well-intentioned people, it may affect the rare great reconciliation situation of the Federation, and the cold edge will be directed at President Pabur and the high-ranking officials beside him, and it will definitely affect the military's victorious military action against the empire.
Xu Le understands these large-scale measures of political and federal interests, but the direct cause of making him make a risky decision to preemptively calm the situation is only the blood in the night market and the death that may occur at any time.
No matter how different ideologies and political ideas are, no matter how much blood was shed on both sides in the four states of S2 Huanshan back then, but in the Xilin Region, at the moment of war with the Imperials, he believes that everyone's blood should be shed on the front line, and should not dry up in infighting and old enmity.
After saying a word to Lulu and letting her and the waiter stay under the baffle honestly, Xu Le got out from under the turntable, trembling like a loach through the soldiers whose facial features were twisted with excitement, and came to Xiong Linquan, and said in a deep voice: "Give me the gun." ” Xiong Linquan and the team members looked at him in surprise and excitement, I don't know where he came from, there was no injury on his body at all, and he was about to step forward to pat his shoulder and leave, when he suddenly heard this sentence and didn't react for a while.
The federation strictly controls firearms, and the army is no exception, and only Xiong Linquan, who loves guns as much as his life, has exchanged his military exploits for a high-authority gun license and carries a gun with him at all times.
Xu Le knew this, and with a calm face as fast as lightning, he reached out and took out a gun directly from his clothes.
The slightly hot gun was a little light in his hand, and he frowned and looked down, and found that this gun was a green star, with an electric pulse to ignite, and a liquid core after the bullet.
"It's a little quiet, I'm afraid few people can hear it."
Thinking like this in his heart, he stuffed the green star back into Xiong Linquan's hand, unceremoniously touched it again, and took out an H01 pistol, and finally satisfied, holding it tightly by his side and walking towards the officers of the political axe army.
Xiong Linquan and his team members were stunned, not knowing what he was going to do.
Xu Le walked in front of the officers, looking at their faces full of violent expressions, his mood was slightly gloomy, to calm down the nearly a thousand soldiers who had been violently and bloodily made crazy, this was really an almost impossible task.
"You've won the war, and the gendarmes are coming soon, let your men stop."
The leading officers of the Second Military Region glanced at him and scolded fiercely with an unusually clean voice: "Get out of the way" Xu Le's afterglow saw the bloodshed and fighting over there, and without a moment's hesitation, he raised his pistol and stretched out to the night sky, continuously slashing the board machine The H01 is the first generation of the H21 gun, which is also an ultra-long magazine, but it is the most simple mechanical firing pin design, and the gun is particularly loud.
He stared at the officers of the Political Axe Army, and shot into the sky with a blank face, his forearm kept trembling slightly, and the barrel of the gun spewed out brilliant gunfire, and the crisp sound of gunfire resounded throughout the chaotic night market, and then suddenly, penetrating countless environmental noises, clearly shaking everyone's eardrums.
The soldiers are the most sensitive to the sound of guns, and the sudden crisp sound of gunfire in the night market makes them, who are fighting and roaring, subconsciously move at the same time, the beer bottle that is poking forward stiffens in the air, and the military boots that are kicking the opponent's lower abdomen lose most of their strength.
At this moment, the chaotic end finally had an extremely precious moment of silence.
In the chaos of the night market, many people on both sides began to look for the place where the gunshots started, and the people around Xu Le clearly saw this scene and rushed over.
Xu Le lowered his raised right hand, and in the green smoke coming out of the barrel of the gun, he said to the officers in front of him expressionlessly: "Order your people to stop immediately." ” Seeing this scene, the seven groups of team members who squeezed into the night market felt the hostile gaze of countless people around them, their eyes widened, and they came behind Xu Le with a hula, staring viciously at the surroundings, shocking the attack on Xu Le that might break out at any time.
Because of the gun control, the soldiers who fought in the night market basically did not have any guns.
However, the officer of the Second Military Region, whose head had been oozing blood, stared at Xu Le coldly, slowly pulled away the corner of his uniform, exposed his holster, and said, "I also have a gun, but I haven't moved." ” The officer slowly took out the pistol, scratched his forehead, which was a little itchy with blood, looked at Xu Le and said disdainfully: "They say that you are the commander, then you should know very well what it means if you use the gun during the fight." ” It is a taboo for troops to beat people in groups, and it is a taboo to use guns, which has been the rule in the barracks for countless years, first, it is easy to kill people when they use guns, and secondly, it is related to the sense of dignity of soldiers.
Of course, Xu Le knew this, but the problem was today's situation, if he didn't use his gun, someone would definitely die.
He would not settle anything with the officer and the hostile political axe men around him, so he stepped forward with a snap, reached out and twisted the officer's wrist, the tip of his elbow slammed into the opponent's armpit, and his left hand slid down his wrist like a sharp rope, snatching the gun lightly, and then aimed the cold muzzle at his eyebrows.
To be continued: