"We are absolutely neutral!"

"Don't get hurt by mistake!"

Worried that their supervisor Xu Le would be swallowed up by the crowd, dozens of members of the seventh group mustered up the courage and followed Xiong Linquan, who was full of swearing, to the middle of the chaotic night market. Along the way, they picked up small iron barbecue pots scattered on the mud floor, or picked up the broken table in two, and held it over their heads and sides to prevent the danger from everywhere, while shouting out loud words of self-preservation like the one above.

At this time, the Huhua Night Market group beat scene, the government army has achieved a clear advantage, those soldiers in Qinglong Mountain were suppressed to a corner of the night market, the seven groups squeezed out of the stinky sweat, accompanied by the slogan of not participating in the war and the messy protective equipment, actually successfully squeezed in, close to the already a mess, full of octopus legs and dirt food plate turntable.

Next to the turntable, several government officers were slapping the table, angrily commanding their subordinates to attack the Qinglongshan troops who were still desperately resisting, their foreheads were still bleeding, and they had obviously suffered a lot of losses in the previous melee.

The bear wearing a big lamb pot was sweating profusely, and there were many mud footprints on his body. He leaned into the ear of an officer who was scolding, and said in a loud voice: "Brother, brother, did you see our sir? He should have been drinking here before you hit." ”

The officer was covered in the smell of alcohol, his dark face was flushed with anger and excitement, and when he heard Xiong Linjiao's loud question, he turned his head in annoyance and shouted, "What a roar! I didn't see that the old man was about to win, how could I have seen anyone?"

Xiong Linquan couldn't find Xu Le, and the phone couldn't get through, so he was very worried in his heart, where would he give up, climbed his shoulder and said: "Brother, that's my head official, don't dare to let him have an accident, there should be a beautiful girl by his side at that time." ”

The officer was stunned, remembering the guy who had tried to stand up and calm the situation.

In his opinion, that guy's previous statement was obviously a little biased towards Qinglong Mountain, so he naturally didn't have any good feelings, pulled Xiong Linquan's hand down, covered his bleeding forehead with his hand, and scolded and said: "I'm holding it! It's that nosy guy, I don't know, maybe I'll be beaten into a pig's head a long time ago, I said you guys quickly get out of the way for me, get angry, and beat it!"

Hearing this, Xiong Linhan's face changed slightly, and the seven groups of team members behind him also glared angrily. Over the years, the seventh group has played a ruthless reputation in Xilin, and it was reorganized a year after disbandment, ushering in Xu Le, the director who dared to confront Du Shaoqing, who was arrogant and domineering, but better than back then, deeply implanted in the bones, no matter the old players, where are they willing to suffer this kind of bird spirit.

Yan Liangyan stared at the big eyes of the cowbell, his arm as thick as a tree trunk was stiff, and he picked up a fist with a big bullet head, and was ready to smash it, as the face of the seventeenth division, he was extremely burly, and at this time he suddenly soared, and his momentum was extremely amazing.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when he moved his fist, he was hugged by Xiong Linquan, who was half a head shorter than him, but his strength was better than him.

"What? Want to rush?" the officer spat on the ground and scolded, "I'm holding it, I really don't dare to beat you dozens of guys together?"

As old fritters in the army, they can easily judge the belonging of the other party through things such as the epaulettes of military uniforms.

If it were in the past, Xiong Linquan would have kicked the officer in front of him away, but he just hugged Yan Bingyan at this time, preventing him from making a move, and at the same time suppressed his subordinates who were about to move with a fierce gaze.

At this time, the situation in the Oihua Night Market is too chaotic, and there are almost crazy soldiers stimulated by alcohol and blood everywhere, although the seven groups are not afraid of fighting, but there are a lot of people after all, the key is that today's group fight involves Qinglong Mountain, Xiong Linquan, as a veteran of the seven groups, calmly thought at this moment that if his people also participated in the brawl, it might cause some political trouble to Xu Le.

At this time, they are wearing a black cauldron on their heads, but it does not mean that they really want to carry the black cauldron.

The core area of the fierce group fight has been transferred to a corner of the night market, and the soldiers of Qinglong Mountain gritted their teeth and refused to disperse or admit defeat, desperately stance, which stirred up the atmosphere in the field to the extreme, and all the people involved in it gradually lost their rationality, killing their eyes red, and from time to time there were miserable screams and muffled hums.

Xu Le, who was squatting under the turntable baffle, had already finished smoking two cigarettes anxiously. He watched through the cracks as some of the people on both sides of the brawl began to pick up sharp broken beer bottles on the ground, and even saw some soldiers holding bloody weapons on their hands, knowing that the situation was out of control, and he was afraid that before the gendarmes arrived, there would be a fatality.

If there is really a vicious conflict between the government army and Qinglongshan, which is difficult to end, under the operation of some well-intentioned people, it may affect the rare great reconciliation situation of the Federation, and the cold edge will be directed at General Pabur and the senior officials beside him, and it will definitely affect the military's victorious military action against the empire.

Xu Le understands these large-scale measures of political and federal interests, but let him make a risky decision to preemptively calm down the existential causes of the situation, only the toes of the old night market and the possibility of death at any time.

No matter how different ideologies and political ideas were, no matter how much blood was shed on both sides in the four states of Kouhuanshan, but in the Xilin Region, at the moment of war with the Imperials, he believed that everyone's blood should be shed on the front line, and should not be intervened in infighting and old enmity.

After saying a word to Lulu and letting her and the waiter stay under the baffle honestly, Xu Le got out from under the turntable, trembling like a loach through the soldiers whose facial features were twisted with excitement, and came to Xiong Linquan, and said in a deep voice: "Give me the gun." ”

Xiong Linquan and the team members looked at him in surprise and excitement, I don't know where he came from, there was no injury on his body at all, and he was about to step forward to pat his shoulder and leave, when he suddenly heard this sentence and didn't react for a while.

The federation strictly controls firearms, and the army is no exception, and the entire seven groups only have Xiong Linghost, who loves guns like his life, and he exchanged his military exploits for a high-authority gun license, and he always carries a gun on his body.

Xu Le knew this, and with a calm face like lightning, he reached out and took out a gun directly from his clothes.

The slightly hot gun was a little lighter in the loss, he frowned and looked down, and now this gun was a green star, an electric pulse ignition, and a liquid core after the bullet.

, the voice is a little small, but I'm afraid that few people can hear it. ”

With this in his heart, he stuffed the green star back into Xiong Linquan's hand, unceremoniously touched it again, and took out a handful... The pistol, finally satisfied, clutched his hand and walked towards the government officers.

Xiong Linhan and the team members were stunned, not knowing what he was going to do.

Xu Le walked in front of the officers, looking at their faces full of violent expressions, his mood was slightly gloomy, to calm down the nearly a thousand soldiers who had been violently and bloodily made crazy, this was really an almost impossible task.

, you have already won the war, the gendarmes are about to arrive, let your men stop. ”

The leading officers of the Second Military Region glanced at him and scolded fiercely and unusually cleanly:

"Get out of here!"

Xu Le's afterglow saw the bloodshed and fighting over there, and without a moment's hesitation, he raised his pistol and stretched out to the night sky, continuously slashing the board machine!

Burst! Burst! Burst!"... It is an old, first-generation gun model, the same as a long magazine, but it is a simple mechanical firing pin design, and the gun sound is particularly loud.

He stared at the government officers, shooting into the sky with an expressionless face, his forearm trembling slightly, the barrel of the gun erupted with brilliant gunfire, and the crisp sound of gunfire resounded throughout the chaotic night market, and then suddenly, penetrating countless environmental noises, clearly shaking everyone's eardrums.

The soldiers were sensitive to the sound of guns, and the sudden sound of crisp gunfire in the night market made them, who were fighting and roaring, subconsciously move at the same time, the beer bottle that was poking forward stiffened in the air, and the military boots that were kicking the opponent's lower abdomen lost most of their strength.

At this moment, the chaotic and uncontrollable end finally had an extremely precious moment of silence.

In the chaos of the night market, many people on both sides began to look for the place where the gunshots started, and the people around Xu Le clearly saw this scene and rushed over.

Xu Le lowered his raised right hand, and in the green smoke coming out of the barrel of the gun, he said to the officers in front of him expressionlessly: "Order your people to stop immediately." ”

Seeing this scene, the seven groups of team members who squeezed into the night market felt the hostile gaze of countless people around them, their eyes widened, and they came behind Xu Le with a hula, staring viciously around, shocking the attack on Xu Le that might explode at any time.

Because of the gun control, the soldiers who fought in the night market basically did not have any guns. However, the officer of the Second Military Region, whose head had been oozing blood, stared at Xu Le coldly, slowly pulled away the corner of his uniform, exposed his holster, and said, "I also have a gun, but I haven't moved." ”

The officer slowly took out the pistol, scratched his forehead, which was a little itchy with blood, looked at Xu Le and said disdainfully: "They say that you are the commander, then you should know very well that if you use the gun during the fight... What does this mean. ”

It is a taboo for troops to beat people in groups, and it is a taboo to use guns, which has been the rule in the barracks for countless years, first, it is easy to kill people when they use guns, and secondly, it is related to the sense of dignity of soldiers. Of course, Xu Le knew this, but the problem was today's situation, if he didn't use his gun, someone would definitely die.

He would not settle anything with the officer and the hostile government troops around him, so he stepped forward with a snap, reached out and twisted the officer's wrist, the tip of his elbow slammed into the opponent's armpit, and his left hand slipped down his wrist like a sharp cord, snatching the gun lightly, and then aimed the cold muzzle at his eyebrows.