District 9

Outside Songjiang, at the north side of the camp, at the entrance of the special operations brigade department of the First Independent Division, Qin Yu and others stood in the duty room and waited for about ten minutes before a military vehicle drove out of the compound.

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

"I am."

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

"Trouble." Qin Yu nodded at the other party and led Cha Meng, Xiao Hao and the others into the military vehicle.

The 1st Independent Division is affiliated to the combat sequence of the 1st Theater District in the 9th District, but is only deployed by the General Staff Office, the highest military commander in the 9th District, and is currently stationed in the north. The freedom and specialness of its troops are unmatched by other military units at the same level, or even at a higher level. Because it first came from the Eighth District to help participate in the war, and was eventually appointed by the top military commander as a unit to stay in the Ninth District. In addition, the history of this unit is also filled with countless honors and glorious achievements. Although it has changed its name and been reorganized internally several times, it has always been centered on one person, which has also derived its particularity.

Qin Yu was sitting in the military vehicle anxious, always worried about the situation in Fengli Village, but he had to force himself to calm down and think carefully about how to convince the people he wanted to see.

…

The conflict in Fengli Village has begun, and a large number of people are pouring into the village like a tide. If there weren't twenty forklifts parked at the left and right entrances, temporarily blocking waves of people, Ma Laoer and others might have been dispersed long ago.

In the gaps between the forklifts, Zhang Liang and the core members brought by Ma Laoer were resisting desperately. Bloodshed happened every second, and shouts and curses directly made this relatively small village boil.

Intersection on the right.

After Ma Laoer stabbed two people with a knife, he staggered and leaned under the big tire of the forklift, breathing heavily with his eyes red.

"Second brother, step back, step back, you can't hold it anymore." Zhang Liang led 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 at the back can’t get up, and the people in the front can’t withstand it, and sooner or later they’ll be pushed away.”

"You can't retreat. Why can't you retreat..." Ma Laoer wiped the blood on his face, shook his head and replied: "We can't withstand the front, and the people behind will be washed away in one round. The people on the ground can do it. You know best what's going on, we can't break up, we won't be able to stand if we break up."

Zhang Liang understood what Ma Laoer meant, and he also knew very well that the group of people called from the ground played a decisive role in Shunfeng's business, but you asked more than a thousand people to live and work for you. Damn, that's not realistic at all. There are many horse boys who are hired by friends. In addition to human connections, there are also certain economic factors involved. So is it possible for you to expect these people to protect you from the knife?

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

Now that the situation is changing, the more than a thousand people in Ma Laoshu's house will definitely not be better than Changji's side when facing the absolute disadvantage of numbers on their own side.

This is a key point that you can figure out with your buttocks, so Ma Laoer didn't dare to retreat. He knew that if he couldn't stand, the people behind him would be dispersed in one round. When the people came in, everyone would be photographed here.

Next to the forklift, Ma Laoer finished replying to Zhang Liang's words and immediately waved his hand and shouted: "Tiancheng people, you can't retreat even if you don't retreat! If you lose the fight, you will lose everything! Damn it, I'll stand at the front, If you still want to be a master in Songjiang, push forward, the garrison will be here soon!"

"Pounce on me!"

Liu Zishu held a shovel in both hands and led the more than 200 people brought by the Ma family to block the hole opened by the people in an instant.

"Bang, bang!"

"Puff...!"

Shovels, iron bars, and machetes were all thrown at the crowd swarming across from them.

At first, Ma Laoer and others deliberately avoided the old, weak, sick and disabled, and did not want to use swords or sticks against them. But as soon as the two sides came into contact, everyone found that these people, who looked pitiful, were more ruthless than anyone else. A 16.7-year-old child dares to stab someone with a knife without any scruples.

As a result, the more the two sides get involved, the more out of control the situation becomes. In the end, as long as they didn't want to be hacked or beaten, they would fight back without thinking. They wouldn't even look at the person in front of them and just swing the weapon mechanically.

"Pfft!"

Next to the forklift, Ma Laoer was stabbed on the head. In a hurry, he could only stretch out his hand to pull the person in front of him, bend down and stab him fiercely.

In the crowd, Wang Zongxiang waved his hands and shouted: "Those who can't get in, move back and let the people behind come in. Tianhui, use the long ones in a row and smash them down. Don't let them go. They can't hold it anymore."

Countless people were stabbed and injured on the ground. When Ma Laoer stabbed one, another one rushed up immediately. He was so exhausted that he felt like he could no longer hold the knife, so he could only wrap his belt around the handle and his right hand, and continued to fight with the opponent as if he would die next to the forklift.

Next to another forklift, Liu Zishu was holding a shovel with both hands. After knocking back several people, he was about to reach out to pull the brother next to him, but no one noticed the two men behind him, holding a one-meter-long spear in their hands. Rushed out.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

In the chaos of the battle, anything could happen, but Liu Zishu only made a bending motion, and two large bloody holes were punched out in his right thigh and left side of his abdomen.

"Bang!"

Liu Zishu ignored the gun on his leg and only held the one on the left side of his abdomen with his left hand. He picked up the shovel with his right hand and slashed the opponent in the face.

"ah!"

Screams broke out, and the two opponents retreated.

"Gudong!"

Uncle Liu felt his legs were weak, and he fell to the ground with a dizzy brain.

"cnm, uncle, uncle!"

Ma Laoer's eyes turned red, and he rushed over in a panic, wielding the knife in one hand, and grabbing Liu Zishu's collar with the other, dragging him back desperately.

Village entrance on the left.

Xu Yang's right arm was chopped several times and was draped under his shoulder, unable to move anymore. His best friend for many years, Xiao Bin, who had teamed up with Liu Zishu to manage the eyeliner business when Xu Yang was in prison, was beaten to death in the crowd...

"Fuck me!"

Xu Yang, who had always been calm, turned around with a ferocious look and shouted: "Bring all the detonators to blow up the house! What the fuck, are you going to kill me? Come here and I'll give it to you!!"

…

In the office of a certain commander of the special operations brigade, a young man frowned at Qin Yu and said, "You shouldn't call her."

"I just want her to contact you. I have no other intention." Qin Yu replied with a candid look: "I have no choice now, so I can only ask you to help me."

The young man was silent and did not reply.

"Dip Lingling!"

Just then, a phone rang.