Outside of Songjiang, in the north side of the large camp, the special operations brigade department affiliated with the first independent division, Qin Yu and others stood in the duty room for about ten minutes before a military vehicle drove out of the courtyard.

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

"I'm."

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

"Trouble." Qin Yu nodded at the other party, led Cha Meng, and Xiaohao and the two got into the military vehicle.

The first independent division is affiliated to the operational sequence of the nine-zone and one-zone theater, but it is only deployed by the General Staff Office of the highest military chief of the nine zones, and is currently stationed in the north. The freedom and particularity of its troops are unmatched by other military units of the same level, and 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 highest military chief to stay in a unit in the nineth district. In addition to this, the history of this army also carries countless glory and glorious records. Although the name has been changed several times and internally reorganized, it always takes one person as the core, which also derives its particularity.

Qin Yu was anxiously sitting on the military vehicle, always worried about the situation of Fengfeng Village, but he had to force himself to calm down and think about how to persuade the people he wanted to see.

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The conflict in the wind village has begun, and a large number of people are flooding into the village like tide. If there are no 20 forklifts parked at the left and right entrances, temporarily blocking a wave of crowds, it may be that the elder Ma and other people have been washed away.

In the crevices of forklifts, Zhang Liang and the core members brought by Ma's second child are resisting desperately. Bleeding events are happening every second, and shouts and screams also directly boil this relatively small village.

Intersection on the right.

After taking the knife and stabbing the two of them, the horse elder staggered against the forklift's big tires, his eyes red and panting.

"Second child, go back, go back, and can't take it anymore." Zhang Liang took six or seven people, and after repelling a wave of people, he immediately ran over and shouted: "There are too many people, we are stuck here, The people behind can't get up, the people in front can't hold it up, so they will have to be washed away sooner or later."

"Can't retreat, say what can't retreat..." Ma's second son wiped the blood on his face and shook his head back. "We can't stand in front, the people in the back have to be washed away in one round. The people on the ground can do it. What is the most clear in your heart, we can’t let go, and we can’t stand it.

Zhang Liang understands the meaning of Ma's second son, and he knows very well that it is decisive for the group of people called from the ground to do the downwind business, but you let more than a thousand people live for you, for you Death, this is simply not realistic. There are many Ma Zai who are shaken by friends and friends. In addition to being human, there are certain economic factors. So are you expecting this group of people to block the knife for you?

Why, Xiaolin, the two of them dared to go to Changji with fifty bright brothers, because they knew that they dared to fight and retreat. run. The opposite is a group of wooers, so they did it.

Now that Feng Shui is taking turns, the more than a thousand people in Ma Lao's second-hand, when facing the absolute disadvantage of their own number, the situation will certainly not be better than that of Changji.

This is the key point that you can understand with your butt, so Ma's second child dare not retreat. He knew that if he couldn't stand, the people in the back would have to be washed away in a round, and when the people came in, all the people had to be photographed here.

Next to the forklift, if Ma Liang finished Zhang Liang, he immediately waved his hand and shouted, "Tiancheng, no matter who **** you back, you can't back! You lose, you're ruined! Fuck, I'm at the forefront, If you want to be a lord in Songjiang, give me the top and the garrison will arrive soon!"

"Jump with me!"

Uncle Liu Zi carried a shovel in his hands and led the more than two hundred people brought by the Ma family. He was instantly blocked by the rush of the people.

"Boom, Boom!"

"Puff puff...!"

Shovels, iron rods, choppers, and the crowd swarming across the opposite side was a smash.

At first, Ma Lao Er et al. intended to evade the old, weak and sick, and did not want to dance at them with a sword. But as soon as the two sides touched, everyone found that the gang of people who looked at the poor people were more ruthless than anyone else. The 16.7-year-old child dared to stab him with a knife, without any scruples.

In this way, the more dry the scene, the more out of control. At the end of the day, as long as the people who didn't want to be cut or beaten were all brainless, they didn't even look at the people in front, and they mechanically shoved their weapons.

"Poof!"

Next to the forklift, Ma Laoer got a knife on his head, and in a hurry, he could only reach out and drag the person in front of him.

In the crowd, Wang Zongxiang waved his hands and shouted, "If you can't get in, you will come back and let the people in the back. Tianhui, take the long guy and pull them down in a row, don't let them fall apart, they can't carry it."

Countless people were stabbed and injured on the ground. The second eldest of the horses fell, and immediately another one rushed up. He could not hold the knife in his hands, feeling that he could not hold the knife in his hands. He could only use the belt to entangle the grip with his right hand.

Next to the other forklift, Uncle Liu Zi shoved his shovel in his hands, and after hitting several people in a row, he just wanted to reach out and pull the brother next to him, but no one noticed the two guys in the back, holding a gun that was more than one meter long. Rushed out.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Anything can happen during the chaos. Uncle Liu Zi only made a bending motion, and his right thigh and left abdomen were stabbed out of two big blood holes.

"Boom!"

Uncle Liu Zi didn't care about the gun in his leg. He held the left abdomen with his left hand. He lifted the shovel in his right hand and cut it on the other person's face.

"what!"

The screams rose, and the other two retreated.

"Goodong!"

Uncle Liu Zi felt his legs were soft and his brain fell to the ground in dizziness.

"CNM's, uncle, uncle!"

Ma Er's eyes were red, and he rushed over in embarrassment, holding the knife in one hand and pulling Uncle Liu Zi's neck collar in one hand, and dragged him backwards desperately.

Village entrance on the left.

Xu Yang's right arm was cut with several knives, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com shrugged under his shoulders and could no longer move. After years of leading him, when Xu Yang was imprisoned, Xiao Bin, who managed to manage the eyeliner business with Liu Zishu, was beaten to death in the crowd...

"I fought Nima!"

Xu Yang, who had always been calm, turned back and snarled, shouting: "Bring all the detonators that blow up the house! Bring a **** B, do you want me to die? Come and give you!!!"

...

In the office of a regiment commander of the Special Operations Brigade, a young man frowned at Qin Yu and said, "You should not call her."

"I wanted her to contact you with no other meaning." Qin Yu returned his eyes frankly: "I have no solution at all, I can only ask you to help this."

The youth was silent and did not reply.

"Di Lingling!"

Just then, a ring of telephone rings.

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