"We're here to find someone!"
"We are absolutely neutral!"
"Don't hurt yourself!"
Worried that their supervisor, Xu Le, would be swallowed up by the crowd, dozens of members of the seventh group gathered up their courage and followed Xiong Linquan, who was swearing, and squeezed into the middle of the chaotic night market. Along the way, they picked up the small iron pans for barbecue scattered on the mud floor, or picked up the table board that was broken in two, and put it on their head to prevent the danger everywhere, and at the same time, they shouted loudly and sincerely. Self-defense words like the one above.
At the scene of the gang fight at the Chrysanthemum Night Market at this time, the government army had already achieved a clear advantage. The soldiers of Qinglong Mountain were suppressed to the corner of the night market. The seven groups squeezed out the stinky sweat, accompanied by the slogan of not participating in the war and messy protection. The equipment managed to squeeze in, and approached the food tray turntable, which was already a mess, full of octopus legs and dirt.
Next to the turntable, several government army officers were slapping the table, commanding their subordinates angrily, and launching a final onslaught against the Qinglongshan troops who were still struggling to resist, their foreheads were still bleeding, obviously in the previous A lot of losses were suffered in the melee.
Xiong Linquan, who was wearing a big black pot, was sweating all over his face, and there were many muddy footprints on his body. He leaned into the ear of an officer who was swearing, and said loudly, "Brother! Brother! Did you see our commander? He should have been drinking here before you fought."
The officer smelled of alcohol, and his dark face was flushed with anger and excitement. Hearing Xiong Linquan's loud questioning, he turned his head angrily and roared: "What a roar! I didn't see that the old men were about to win, how could I see that? Who have you been?"
Xiong Linquan couldn't find Xu Le, and the phone couldn't get through. He was very worried, and he was willing to give up. He leaned on his shoulder and said, "Brother, that's my elder, but I dare not let him have an accident... By the way, at that time. There should be a pretty girl by his side."
The officer was stunned for a moment, remembering the guy who tried to stand up and calm the situation earlier.
In his opinion, the guy's previous statement was obviously biased towards Qinglong Mountain. Naturally, he was not angry. He pulled Xiong Linquan's hand down, covered his bleeding forehead with his hand, and scolded: "Fuck! It's that nosy guy, I don't know, maybe he'll be beaten into a pig's head long ago, I said you should get out of the way, if you get angry, beat him!"
Upon hearing this, Xiong Linquan's expression changed slightly, and the seven groups of players behind him also glared angrily. Over the years, the seven groups have made a name for themselves in Xilin, and they were reorganized a year after their disbandment. They welcomed Xu Le, a supervisor who dared to fight against Du Shaoqing. His arrogance and domineering were better than those of the past, and they were deeply embedded in the bones, regardless of whether they were old or new. Team members, how can you be willing to suffer from this kind of bird's temper.
Yan Bingyan stared at the big eyes of Niu Bell, her arms as thick as tree trunks stiffened, she picked up her fist as big as a bullet, and was ready to smash it. As the face of the Seventeenth Division, he was extremely burly, but at this moment he suddenly went into a frenzy, and his momentum was extremely astonishing. .
Unexpectedly, the moment he moved his fist, he was hugged by Xiong Linquan. Xiong Linquan was half a head shorter than him, but his strength was stronger than him.
"What? Want to get angry?" The officer spat on the ground and scolded: "Fuck, I really don't dare to beat up dozens of guys like you? Damn mercenary!"
As old fritters in the army, they can easily judge each other's belonging through the temperament of military uniforms and epaulettes.
If it were the past, Xiong Linquan would have kicked the officer in front of him long ago, but at this time he just hugged Yan Bingyan tightly, not letting him do it, and at the same time suppressed the men who were about to move with his fierce eyes.
At this time, the situation at the Chrysanthemum Night Market was too chaotic. There were almost crazy soldiers stimulated by alcohol and blood everywhere. Although the seven groups were not afraid of fighting, the number of people was too small. More importantly, today's group fight involved Qinglong Mountain, Xiong Linquan As an old team member of the seventh group, he calmly thought at this moment that if he were involved in the fight, he might cause Xu Le some political trouble.
At this time, they have a black cauldron on their heads, but it does not mean that they really want to take the culprit.
The most intense core area of the group fight has been moved to the corner of the night market. The soldiers of Qinglong Mountain gritted their teeth and refused to escape or admit defeat. Their desperate posture stimulated the atmosphere in the field to the extreme, and all those involved gradually lost their last chance. His rationality made his eyes turn red, and from time to time miserable screams rang out.
Xu Le, who was squatting under the baffle of the turntable, had finished smoking two cigarettes anxiously. He watched through the gap. Some people on both sides of the fight began to pick sharp broken beer bottles on the ground. Bloodshot, knowing that the development of the situation has been out of control, I am afraid that before the military police arrive, people will be killed.
If there is a vicious conflict between the government forces and Qinglong Mountain that is difficult to end, it may affect the rare grand reconciliation situation of the Federation under the operation of some conscientious people, and the cold edge will point to President Pabble and his side. high-ranking officials, and will certainly affect the military's successful military operations against the Empire.
Xu Le understands these large-scale measures of political and federal interests, but the direct reason for him to make a risky decision to calm the situation first is the blood in the night market and the possibility of death at any time.
No matter what the difference in ideology and political philosophy is, no matter how much blood was shed on both sides in the S2 Ring Mountain Four States, but in Xilin Region, when fighting against the imperial people, he believes that everyone's blood should be shed on the front line , and should not dry up in infighting and old hatred.
Said to Lu Lu and asked her and the waiter to stay under the baffle, Xu Le got out from under the turntable, shivered like a loach and passed through the soldiers with excited and twisted facial features, and came to Xiong Linquan. Before, Shen Sheng said, "Give me the gun."
Xiong Linquan and the team members looked at him in amazement and excitement. They didn't know where he came out of, but he didn't have any injuries on his body. When he was about to pat his shoulders and leave, he suddenly heard these words. Time did not respond.
The federal government strictly controls firearms, and the army is no exception. In the entire seven groups, only Xiong Linquan, who loves guns like his life, changed his military exploits to a high-level gun license and carried a gun at all times.
Xu Le knew this, and with a sullen face, he reached out as quickly as lightning, and took out a gun directly from his clothes.
The slightly hot gun was a little light in his hand. He frowned and looked down, and found that the gun was a green star, an electric pulse fired, and a liquid core behind the ammunition.
"The voice is a little small, I'm afraid few people can hear it."
With this thought in his heart, he put the green star back into Xiong Linquan's hands, touched it again unceremoniously, took out an H01 pistol, was finally satisfied, held it tightly beside him, and walked towards the few government army officers.
Xiong Linquan and the team members were stunned, not knowing what he was going to do.
Xu Le walked up to the officers and looked at their violent faces, feeling a little gloomy. It was an almost impossible task to calm the nearly 1,000 soldiers who had been brutalized to the point of madness.
"You've won the battle, the gendarmerie will be here soon, let your men stop."
The leading officers of the Second Military Region glanced at him, and scolded him in a very clear and succinct manner: "Go away!"
Xu Le saw the bleeding and fighting over there, and without a moment's hesitation, he raised his pistol toward the night sky and pulled the trigger continuously!
burst! burst! burst! burst! … H01 is the first generation of the H21. It also has a super-long magazine, but it is the most simple mechanical firing pin design, and the sound of the gun is extraordinarily loud.
He stared at the few government army officers, and shot continuously towards the sky with a blank face, his forearms kept trembling, and the gun barrels spurted gorgeous gunfire, and the crisp gunfire resounded throughout the chaotic night market, Of course, through countless environmental noises, it clearly shook everyone's eardrums.
Soldiers are most sensitive to the sound of guns. The continuous and crisp sound of gunfire suddenly sounded in the night market, causing them who were fighting and roaring, subconsciously, their movements were stagnant at the same time. The military boots lost most of their strength.
At this moment, the chaotic scene finally had a very precious moment of silence.
In the night market, many people on both sides of the chaos began to look for the origin of the gunfire, and people around Xu Le clearly saw this scene and rushed over.
Xu Le lowered his raised right hand, and in the blue smoke from the gun barrel, he said to the officers in front of him with a blank expression: "Order your people to stop immediately."
The seven groups of team members who squeezed into the night market saw this scene and felt the hostile eyes of countless people around them. They widened their eyes and came behind Xu Le with a hula. Attack on Xu Le.
Due to gun control, the soldiers fighting in the night market basically did not have any guns on their bodies. However, the officer of the Second Military Region, whose forehead was bleeding all the time, stared at Xu Le coldly, and slowly pulled away the corner of his military uniform, revealing his holster. "I also have a gun, but I haven't moved," he said.
The officer slowly took out the pistol, scratched his itchy forehead that was stimulated by the blood, and said disdainfully at Xu Le, "They said you were the officer, so you should know very well that if you moved during the fight, Guns... what does that mean."
It is a taboo to use guns in gang fights between troops. This is the rule in the military camp for countless years. First, it is easy to kill people with guns. Second, 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 shoot, someone would definitely die.
He wouldn't explain anything to the officer and the hostile government troops around him. He stepped forward with a slam, and stretched out his hand to twist the officer's wrist. , snatched the gun lightly, and then aimed the cold muzzle at the center of his eyebrows.