Outside Songjiang, on the north side of the camp, Qin Yu and others stood in the duty room and waited for about ten minutes before a military vehicle drove out of the yard.

"Who is Qin Yu?" a sergeant asked while sitting in the car.

"I am."

"Get in the car." The sergeant waved his hand.

"Trouble." Qin Yu nodded to the other party, led Cha Meng, and Xiaohao and the others got on the military vehicle.

The First Independent Division belongs to the combat sequence of the First War Zone in the Ninth District, but is only assigned by the General Staff Office of the Supreme Military Chief of the Ninth District, and is currently stationed in the north. The freedom and special nature of its troops are incomparable to other military units of the same level, or even higher-level military units. Because it first came from the Eighth District to help participate in the war, and was eventually appointed by the Supreme Military Chief to stay in the Ninth District. In addition, the history of this unit also carries countless glorious and glorious achievements. Although the number has been changed several times and internally reorganized, it is always centered on one person, which has also led to its speciality.

Qin Yu was sitting in the military car anxiously and was always worried about the situation in Fengli Village, but he had to force himself to calm down and think about how to convince the person he wanted to meet.

...

The conflict in Fengli Village has begun, and a large number of people are about to rush into the village like a tide. If twenty forklifts were not parked at the left and right entrances and temporarily blocking wave after wave of people, Ma Laoer and others might have been dispersed long ago.

In the gaps between forklifts, the core members brought by Zhang Liang and Ma Laoer were fighting desperately. The bloodshed incident happened every second, and the shouts and curses directly made this relatively narrow village boil.

The intersection on the right.

After stabbing two people with a knife, Ma Lao Er staggered under the large tire of the forklift, his eyes were red and gasping.

"Second, go back and retreat, you can't stand it anymore." Zhang Liang, with six or seven people, repelled a wave of people, immediately ran over and shouted: "There are too many people, we are stuck here, the people behind cannot come up, the people in front cannot stand it, and sooner or later they will be washed away."

"You can't retreat, you can't retreat whatever you say..." Ma Lao Er wiped the blood on his face and shook his head and replied: "We can't stand it in front, and the people behind will be dispersed in one round. You know what the people on the ground can do the best. We can't disperse, and we will definitely not be able to stand once we disperse."

Zhang Liang understood the meaning of Ma Lao Er, and he knew very well that the group of people called from the ground had a decisive effect on doing a smooth business, but it was unrealistic for you to let more than a thousand people live and die for you. Many of the horsemen were brought to friends by friends. In addition to the favors, there were also certain economic factors. So is it possible that you expect these people to block the knife for you?

Why did Brother Xiao and Qi Lin dare to go to Changji with fifty brothers? It was because they knew that their group of people dared to fight and retreat. If something happened, no one would run away. And there was a group of mobs on the other side, so they did it.

Now the feng shui changes. When Ma Lao Er’s hand faces an absolute disadvantage in the number of people, his situation will definitely not be better than that of Changji.

This is a key point that can be understood with your butt, so Ma Lao Er dared not retreat. He knew that if he couldn't stand, the people behind would be dispersed in one round. When the people came in, all the staff would have to be photographed here.

Next to the forklift, after Ma Laoer replied to Zhang Liang's words, he immediately waved his hand and shouted: "A natural person, no one can retreat! If you lose, you will lose everything! Damn, I am standing in front and want to be the master in Songjiang. I will push forward to me, and the garrison will arrive soon!"

"Push with me!"

Uncle Liu Zi held a shovel in his hands and led the more than 200 people brought by the Ma family, which instantly blocked the opening that was broken by the people.

"Bang, bang!"

"Puff..."

The shovel, iron rod, machete, and smashed the crowds that rushed up the opposite side.

At the beginning, Ma Laoer and others deliberately avoided the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, and did not want to play tricks on them. But as soon as the two sides came into contact, everyone found that these people who looked at the pitiful were more ruthless than anyone else. A 16.7-year-old child dared to stab him with a knife, without any scruples at all.

In this way, the more the scenes both sides are, the more they lose control. In the end, as long as the person who doesn't want to be chopped or beaten will fight back without looking at the person in front of them, they will just swing their weapons mechanically.

"Puff!"

Next to the forklift, Ma Lao Er was stabbed in the head. In a hurry, he could only reach out and pull the person in front of him. He bent down and stabbed him hard.

In the crowd, Wang Zongxiang waved his hand and shouted, "If you can't get in, you can't get in, and let the people behind you come up. Tianhui, pull the eldest guy into a row and smash it down. Don't disperse, they can't stand it."

There were countless people stabbed and injured on the ground. Ma Lao Er stabbed one, and another rushed up immediately. He was exhausted and felt that his hands could not hold the knife. He could only wrap the grip and right hand with his belt, holding the mentality of dying and dying next to the forklift, and continuing to fuck the opposite side.

Next to another forklift, Uncle Liu Zi swung the shovel in both hands and smashed several people back. He was about to reach out to pull the brother next to him, but no one noticed the two men behind him, rushing out with a gun that was more than one meter long in his hands.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

Everything could happen during the chaos, so Uncle Liu Zi only made a bent action, and two large blood holes were shot out by one person on his right thigh and left abdomen.

"Bang!"

Uncle Liu Zi didn't care about the gun on his leg, but only held the one on his left abdomen with his left hand, swung the shovel with his right hand, and slashed the other person's face.

"ah!"

Screams erupted, and the other party retreated.

"Gudong!"

Uncle Liu Zi felt his legs weak and his brain fell to the ground dizzy.

"My uncle, uncle brother, uncle brother!"

Ma Lao Er was red-eyed and rushed over in a mess. He swung the knife with one hand and grabbed Uncle Liu Zi's neck with the other, dragging him back desperately.

The entrance of the village on the left.

Xu Yang's right arm was cut several times and he was thrust under his shoulder and could no longer move. When Xu Yang was imprisoned, Xiaobin, who had been in charge of the eyeliner business with Uncle Liu Zi, was beaten to death in the crowd...

"I'm fucking!"

Xu Yang, who had always been calm, turned around and shouted with a ferocious expression: "Move all the detonators that bombed the house! Hey, is he going to kill me, right? Come on, I'll give it to you!!"

...

In the office of a regiment commander of the Special War Brigade, a young man frowned and looked at Qin Yu and said, "You shouldn't call her."

"I'm trying to let her contact you, there's nothing else." Qin Yu replied frankly: "I have no choice now, so I can only ask you to help me."

The young man was silent and didn't reply.

"Di Lingling!"
Chapter completed!