Chapter 167: Air raid and gunfire incident in Chrysanthemum Night Market (Part 2)

Xu Le turned around and resisted the beer bottles flying all over the sky with his solid back. He happened to see the attacking Qinglongshan troops. He saw countless bottles falling down. The place was already in chaos. The dining table was smashed and lifted up. The beer bottles hit the ground and shattered the glass fragments splashed like shrapnel.

The Qinglong Mountain officer stared at the other side coldly, regardless of the dangerous bottles of wine were rubbing against his head and flying by.

With a muffled bang, a beer bottle hit his head, and a bloody hole that could be seen in bones was bursting. The officer took a deep breath expressionlessly, wiped off the blood from his face, suddenly broke the silence, pointed at the other side and shouted: "Call me!"

The equipment of the Qinglongshan troops was far behind that of the government forces. Even though the Federal Ministry of Defense supported a lot, they still looked so simple that they felt a little pitiful, but their military literacy and discipline were far beyond the average level of the government forces. When the fierce beer bottles flew over, they either fell to the ground or lifted up the dining table, and made extremely skillful avoidance actions.

At this time, when the commander finally ordered the fight, the soldiers of Qinglong Mountain who had already begun to fire in their eyes shouted loudly! They picked up the stainless steel kettle at their hands, threw it at the government army, and began to fight back bravely.

Huh! Huh! Several kettles flew over, but these kettles were not as explosive as beer bottles, but the stainless steel kettle filled with clear water was particularly heavy and hard, with amazing castration.

Then there were more stainless steel kettles. The giant hail-like kettle cut through the night sky and landed among the crowd of officers and soldiers of the Second Military Region, making a dull sound of impact, which immediately hit many people's heads and fainted on the ground!

The beer was filled with foam and foam, and the wine bottles and stainless steel kettles were flying all over the sky. The entire chrysanthemum night market was suddenly in a dangerous melee, and more and more people were bleeding. Both sides hid behind their respective dining tables, howling and cursing, and they fought each other in close combat. They picked up any hard objects around them like red eyes and smashed them over. The scene was extremely spectacular.

The rest of the diners in the night market dispersed like birds and beasts when the two sides confronted each other. Xu Le was trapped in the middle with the intention of mediation, and there was always the possibility of being accidentally injured by dense flying objects. Fortunately, the night market waiter in the turntable was quick and he pulled the two of them in, and at the same time covered a thick baffle on his head.

From time to time, heavy impact sounded on the baffle. Xu Le, who was frowning with his eyebrows, held Lulu's hand and squatted under the baffle. He was a little panicked by these sounds.

The night market waiter seemed calm, squatting in the corner to draw circles, silent. Xu Le put down the phone and asked, "It seems like you are not very scared?"

"We are a lot of soldiers in Xilin, and the most hills are in the army. We have been chasing forward for decades. There are countless old grudges between several military regions... Every time we drink too much, we have nothing to do, and we start to tell us which army on the battlefield abandoned friendly forces, how brave they were, how could we not fight?"

The waiter mocked, "I heard from the boss that the chrysanthemum night market has been open for many years, and these soldiers have fought for many years. Especially since last year, the Federation began to counterattack, and more and more soldiers have come, and the war has been fought more and more frequently... Last week, the third Xilin Red Division and the First Military Region Special Mecha Brigade had a fight here, and finally three ambulances came."

"It's so scary." Lulu, who had a pale face, whispered in a low voice.

"What's so scary? The soldiers will not fight against us civilians. Every time the losses are lost, the commander will naturally compensate for them. All the facilities are replaced with new ones every two or three weeks, and the boss is not unhappy. As for us... it's better to watch the show."

The male waiter said mockingly, it seemed that it didn't matter, but in fact it was still full of indignation in his words. After a moment, he scratched his head and said with emotion: "But... a scene like today is really rare. I'm fucking, hundreds of beer bottles fly in the sky, it's so fucking spectacular."

As he was talking, the baffle above his head was hit hard by a heavy object, and dust fell down in the heavy and dull sound.

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"Hidden! Hidden! The kettles of these turtle sons are too hard!"

"Damn it! Size 3, go to the warehouse to transport the stored beer bottles, there is not enough ammunition!"

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"Save kettle! Not much! Instructor, take people to the warehouse to grab beer!"

"Can't grab beer? Get me the charcoal for barbecue!"

"The direction of ten to half past ten, the inclination angle is thirty degrees, and the distance is fifty meters, smash it for me!"

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Countless angry roars and commands came under the baffle. The officers and soldiers of the conflict used all the things they could use to do air strikes and avoid air strikes. The beer bottle roared and smashed over, and the stainless steel kettle blasted over, and then the stones were picked up on the beach, without burning clean primitive barbecue charcoal... At this moment, the density of air strike ammunition in the Chrysanthemum Night Market was extremely terrifying, and even the legendary shot of beer bottles and stainless steel kettle colliding in the air and dying together!

The three people under the baffle looked at each other, Xu Le listened to these sounds and felt the chaos and danger outside. He always felt that he was not in the Sunset State, the main star of Xilin, but on the battlefield of the fallen star on the front line. Overhead were the missile planes of the Federation and the Empire, full of the smell of burning leaves and mushroom-shaped smoke.

The melee had begun, and the night market was full of dangerous objects raiding airs. At this moment, facing the officers and soldiers who had lost their minds, Xu Le knew that it would be difficult for him to play any more. He reluctantly took out the Sanqi brand cigarette and sent one to the male waiter. Lulu trembled with her fingers and asked him for one, then ignited it, took a deep breath, because she was afraid that her face would become paler.

The three of them squatted under the baffle and began to smoke silently.

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When a cigarette was about to finish smoking, the sound outside finally changed, with noisy and chaos, footsteps, fists falling into flesh, pain, and loud curses. Only the loud sounds of those beer bottles and kettles were hard to hear.

The air strike alarm was lifted, Xu Le pinched the cigarette butt and carefully raised the baffle and looked out.

The night market was already in chaos. The two sides who had previously separated from their wings to attacked each other for a long range finally fought and began to fight in close combat. The chair hit the body and scattered into pieces. The cold iron pot collapsed and blood flowed on its head. With the roar, the officers and soldiers of the Second Military Region and the soldiers of Qinglongshan were entangled like red eyes.

Fortunately, the federal gun control is extremely strict. Even the front-line troops will have to implement the rules and regulations on the separation of people and guns once they withdraw from the main star. No one on both sides of the conflict carries guns, and they can only vent their anger by relying on fists and feet. The fight seems to be in a tragic situation, but it should not be a death. Xu Le is temporarily relieved.

However, the situation immediately changed again. The chrysanthemum Night Market is located in the prosperous area of ​​Sunset Prefecture, surrounded by troops who are resting and recuperating. The actual battle between the government forces and Qinglong Mountain spread very quickly, and countless soldiers watching the fun flocked to the night market.

Onlookers who don’t know the truth are always easily incited by the current fierce situation, not to mention that the grudges and hatreds between the government forces and Qinglong Mountain have not been completely resolved.

The first to join the battle situation and hold their fists was a group of soldiers from the Second Military Region who came to hear the news. Then a Qinglongshan logistics company joined the battle. Then some soldiers from the First Military Region could not bear it and began to help a comrade in the trench.

The revolution is not about treating guests to dinner, but the fights are really like treating guests to dinner. Both sides who are fighting fiercely in the night market did not shout and shout, but others passing by excitedly joined themselves. The fighting team is getting bigger and bigger like snowballs, and the scene becomes more chaotic!

Every corner and space in the night market is full of fists, feet and legs. Two fights one fights, three fights one fights, and one fights, and you are still fighting landlords. You are bleeding from the front and not the back. Both sides besiege the enemy's back, cut off the enemy's back, steal peaches and attack the Yin, and the blood flows across and out. The belt is not in the queen's hands, but only dances in the night sky.

Thousands of people fought in the night market. Countless feet stomped the golden chrysanthemums so hard that they were crushed with beer foam, glass shards, and mud on the ground, turning into some indescribable mixture, splashing on people's trousers and faces.

"Good guy, it's so fucking spectacular."

Xu Le's mind did not fade away at all. He looked at this scene in a daze, and said in shock and emotion. Then he thought, why hadn't the military police who received his call arrived yet?

The night market was in fierce battle, and there were always more government troops on the front line. Even if it was just the troops of the Second Military Region, there were more people than those in Qinglong Mountain. Soon, the government troops gradually gained an advantage and pressed the other side to the northwest corner of the night market. The soldiers of Qinglong Mountain all had more or less scars on their heads, but they refused to admit defeat and gritted their teeth and stood up.

Before the military police arrived, the seventh group arrived first.

The team members who were in the magnificent world heard that a big drama was being staged not far away. Whether it was the old team members who were full of ruffians and coquettish, or the new team members who were shameless and shameless, they were unwilling to miss this good opportunity to watch the fun. They rushed over with enthusiasm.

The members of the seventh group were extremely excited to see this scene. They whistled frivolously regardless of the faces of the people around them, and even started cheering for both sides. However, suddenly someone thought... their supervisor seemed to have been drinking wine here before!

Seeing the beer bottles on the ground shattered and the night market was in chaos, and there was no place intact. Everyone's faces changed drastically and they began to worry. Although they all knew that Xu Le's combat power was extremely fierce, thousands of drunk soldiers were causing trouble. Even if Lord War God was here personally, I was afraid he would avoid it. Who could be the real enemy of thousands?

Xiong Linquan stared at his eyes and searched for a long time. He could not find Xu Le in this chaos. He could not answer the phone even if he called. His face suddenly turned dark like a dark pot. He was as brave as him. Facing the crazy night market fight scene, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

He took a deep breath and yelled in pain: "Fuck!"

Then he picked up a large iron pot in the mud beside his feet, covered it with his head, and rushed into the night market.
Chapter completed!