District 9

After Ma Laoer answered the phone, he kicked the car door excitedly, jumped out and shouted: "Notify everyone waiting at the door in the area to gather here within ten minutes. Hurry up, the war is about to begin!"

The "commander-in-chief" outside the area is Ma Laoer, and he is the only one with such prestige that he can instantly mobilize the group of people on the ground.

After giving the order, the bosses leading the team started calling people collectively. Within two minutes, the convoys that had been waiting at the East Pass and South Pass all passed the border together and swarmed to the meeting point.

Since the establishment of Songjiang, the various forces on the ground in the region have never been "unified." It wasn't until Qin Yu's team rose up, destroyed Pei Deyong, the Yuan family, and Dou laid down the mistress that all the people on the ground were finally gathered together. And today, 70% of the big bosses in the four major districts of Songjiang are collectively shaking the number, which has never happened since the establishment of the district.

At this moment, even Ma Laoer didn't know how many people were on his side.

A large number of convoys advanced around the supply station, and the soldiers stationed in the station were dumbfounded. At first, I thought it was some military unit being mobilized in the field, but upon closer inspection, I saw that these people were not wearing military uniforms, nor were they riding in military vehicles. They were all as cold as grandchildren. They were all wearing military coats, carrying weapons, and their blood was boiling. gathered on the ground.

"What's going on? Where did so many people come from?" the soldier in the supply depot said in confusion.

"Don't worry about it, don't worry about it. There's a fight going on inside and outside the area. It's Qin Yu's people." The sergeant waved his hand and shouted: "Our people don't go out. Turn off all the lights at the door and pretend you didn't see them."

A group of people were so idle that after turning off the lights, they stood in the courtyard and started counting people and checking vehicles. But unfortunately there were too many people on the road, and after checking several times, I couldn't even estimate how many people there were.

After gathering for about ten minutes, Ma Laoer took a loudspeaker and shouted: "Every leader, tell me the number of people."

"No need to report, there are more than 1,500 people." Xu Yang hurried over and said: "I have finished counting, there are at least 300 people in the area who have not come out."

Ma Laoer thought about it for a long time: "No wait, it's too late, let them chase after me. Come on, come on, all the leaders will give me the equipment, gloves, and red cloth strips tied on the arms. Come on, come on." point!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the panels of the two trucks were opened, and dozens of people leading the team pulled out large packages of gloves and strips of red cloth from the truck compartments, and began to distribute them downwards.

Ma Laoer stood on the roof of the car and glanced back. When he saw that all the people in front had taken their things, he immediately waved his hand and shouted: "You can go ahead, drive into the wind power village, move quickly."

More than 1,500 people, nearly a hundred cars, and a dozen trucks carrying people, rushed to the wind power village as quickly as possible under Ma Laoer's constant urging.

…

Outside Dongguan, Changji City, the crowd gathered by Xingyao became completely chaotic after the gunshots were fired. Because they did not expect that their side would be attacked. Many people at the back of the team saw those in front running away before they could react to what was going on. This kind of chaos was fatal to the gathered crowd.

The panic was contagious. After the large crowd in front dispersed to both sides of the road, the horsemen standing in the back row also began to dodge backwards and left the convoy.

Qi Lin and others were like steel knives, slicing the opponent's formation from the middle, fighting fiercely with guns all the way.

Behind the convoy, Qian Zhanjun became anxious, waved his hands and shouted: "Don't fucking panic, there are only fifty or sixty of them in a dozen cars, go and fight with them with guns! Those who are still inside are hiding in the car. On both sides, block it first, and the people behind will come back and get the ring."

In the center of the crowd, Qi Lin hid behind a car, waved his hand towards Brother Xiao and said: "Don't let them get together. You and I will lead a team and rush to the left and right. Drive them into the heavy snow shell, and they will It’s useless, many people haven’t got Xiang’er yet.”

"good."

Brother Xiao holds a gun in his right hand and swings his left hand forward: "If you are following me, push in at an angle, hurry up!"

After the two briefly discussed, the Yaoguang brothers gathered in the middle split into two teams in an instant, and pushed in again from the left and right sides, stroking the edge of the road.

"Cnm, I don't believe these two people can't stop you."

Qian Zhanjun hurriedly pulled out his car from the trunk of the car, rushed to the front with more than a dozen people, and decisively attacked the people on Qi Lin's side.

"Da da da da!"

A platoon of D's swept over, and the three Yaoguang brothers fell to the ground on the spot, with blood flowing all over their bodies.

"squat!"

Qi Lin waved his hand.

"Hooraa!"

Yaoguang's brothers were very good at execution. After hearing the order, they all immediately squatted next to the car.

"Save, fill up!"

Qi Lin raised his gun and waved his hand.

Four Yaoguang brothers stepped forward, bent down and pulled the wounded back, and three more people immediately took up the advancing position.

"cnm, fight back!"

Qi Lin squatted behind the car and glanced at Qian Zhanjun, then immediately waved his hand.

"Hooraa!"

More than a dozen people stood up together, relying on the car shelter beside them, and started throwing fire at Qian Zhanjun and others.

In close range shooting, there is no such thing as marksmanship, only courage.

Within three seconds of each other's fighting, two or three people each fell to the ground.

Qian Zhanjun, who was at the front, was shot in the shoulder and dragged back.

"Rescue the wounded, the people behind will take up positions." Qi Lin changed the magazine, waved his hand and shouted again: "Can't stop, can't let them gather in a pile, keep pushing me flat!"

As soon as the words fell, the injured man was once again pulled out of the area where the gun battle was most intense. The men behind him rushed up to fill the position. Without wasting almost a second, they followed Qi Lin and continued to push forward.

Qian Zhanjun was completely stunned. He didn't know why his team of four to five hundred people couldn't concentrate and make an effective counterattack. Instead, he was suppressed and beaten by fifty or sixty people from the opponent.

The other end.

Brother Xiao had beads of sweat on his forehead, and he bent down and waved his hands: "Place mines, throw them under the car, and blow up the big ones."

"Brother Xiao, it's almost over." Brother Yaoguang next to him persuaded: "There are too many of them, and we are digging too deep. Once they are surrounded, we will definitely not be able to leave."

"What a panic! I flew thousands of miles from Nanhu just to scare them with a few thunderbolts?" Brother Xiao frowned and said, "I beat him once, and I have to make him remember it. I will go to Songjiang in the future." It makes me tremble when I look at it! Keep pressing on the right side, don't let the ones in the snow shell come up, and push the rest of the mine forward."

The biggest difference between Yaoguang people and people on the ground is that they don't panic when something happens, they don't run around blindly, they have high execution ability, and they also obey orders. And it is precisely this quality that allows them to survive in the knife-edge business of licking blood.

Brother Xiao insisted on pushing back, and everyone could only cooperate immediately and continue to move forward according to the two points he ordered.

From behind, Qian Zhanjun covered his shoulders and shouted urgently: "Damn it, we can't do it separately. Stay back, listen to me, stay back first!"

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Wind Village.

A middle-aged man in his forties ran over from the entrance of the village with a pale face and shouted: "Come...come, come!"