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Xu Le turned around and used his solid back to resist the beer bottles flying in the sky, just looking at the attacked Qinglong Mountain troops, only to see countless wine bottles falling with a bang, and the place was already a mess, the dining table was smashed and lifted, the beer bottles were smashed and shattered on the ground, and the splashed glass fragments were as dangerous as shrapnel.

The Qinglong Mountain officer stared coldly at that side, not caring about the dangerous wine bottles flying over his head.

With a muffled bang, a beer bottle smashed on his head, smashing out a bloody hole that was visible to the bone, and the officer took a deep breath with an expressionless face, wiped the blood from his face, suddenly broke the silence, pointed over there and shouted loudly: "Call me!"

The equipment of the Qinglongshan troops lagged far behind the political axe army, and even though the federal Ministry of Defense supported a lot, they still looked a little simple and pitiful, but their military quality and discipline were far above the average of the political axe army, and when those ferocious beer bottles flew over, they either fell to the ground, or lifted the table, and made evasive movements with great skill.

At this time, when they heard that the commander had finally ordered the fight to begin, the soldiers of Qinglong Mountain, whose eyes had already begun to be on fire, shouted loudly! They picked up the stainless steel kettle at hand, threw it at the side of the political axe army, and began to fight back bravely.

Several kettles flew by whizzing, these kettles were not like beer bottles that could be exploded, but the stainless steel kettles filled with clean water were extremely heavy and hard, and the castration was amazing.

Immediately followed by more stainless steel kettles, huge hail-like kettles pierced the night sky and landed in the crowd of officers and soldiers of the Second Military Region, making a dull crashing sound, and many people were immediately smashed into blood and fainted to the ground!

The beer overflowing with foam all over the ground, and the wine bottles and stainless steel kettles flying all over the sky. The entire Chrysanthemum Night Market suddenly fell into a dangerous scuffle, and more and more people were bleeding. The two sides hid behind their respective dining tables, howling and scolding angrily, fighting each other in close quarters, picking up any hard objects around them like red eyes, and smashing them, 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, and Xu Le was trapped in the middle with the intention of mediation, and there was always the possibility of being accidentally injured by a dense flying object.

From time to time, a heavy impact sound sounded on the baffle, and Xu Le, who was twisting his eyebrows, took Lulu's hand and half-squatted under the baffle, a little flustered by these sounds.

The night market waiter seemed calmer, squatting in the corner and drawing circles, silent. Xu Le put down the phone and asked, "It seems that you are not very afraid?"

"We have a lot of soldiers in Xilin, and there are the most mountains in the army, and we have been chasing forward for decades, and there are countless old grievances between several military regions...... Every time I drank too much wine and had nothing to do, I began to complain bitterly about which unit on the battlefield abandoned its allies, how heroic he was, and how could he not fight?"

The waiter said mockingly: "I heard the boss say that how many years has the Chrysanthemum Night Market been open, these soldiers have been fighting for as many years." Especially since last year, the Federation has started a counteroffensive, and more and more soldiers have come, and the number of battles has become more frequent...... No, last week, the 3rd Division of Xilin Red and the Special Mecha Brigade of the 1st Military Region also worked here, and in the end three ambulances came. ”

"It's scary. Lulu, who was a little pale, whispered.

"What's so scary? Fights in soldiers don't come against us civilians. Naturally, the commander of the unit will compensate for each loss, and all the facilities will be replaced with new ones every two or three weeks, and the boss will not be unhappy. As for us...... It's time to watch the show. ”

The male waiter said mockingly, seemingly indifferent, but in fact his words were still full of indignation, and after a moment he scratched his head and said with emotion: "But...... It's really rare to see a scene like today, damn it, hundreds of beer bottles flying in the sky, it's really spectacular. ”

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

............ "Hide! Hide! These turtle sons' kettles are too hard!"

"Fuck you! Third shift, go to the warehouse and bring over the stored beer bottles, there is not enough ammunition!"

............ "Save the kettle! There's not much!" Instructor, take someone to the warehouse to grab a beer!"

"Can't grab a beer, give me charcoal for the barbecue!"

"Ten and a half direction, inclination angle 30 degrees, 50 meters distance, smash me!"

............ Countless angry roars and orders were heard under the baffle, and the officers and soldiers on both sides of the conflict were using everything at their disposal to make tactical moves of air raids and evasion of air raids, beer bottles whizzing and smashing over, stainless steel kettles bombarded over, and then stones were picked up on the beach, and there was no original barbecue charcoal that burned clean...... At this moment, the density of air raid ammunition in the Chrysanthemum Night Market is extremely terrifying, and there is even a legendary shot of beer bottles and stainless steel kettles crashing in the air and ending up together!

The three people under the baffle looked at each other, Xu Le listened to these sounds, felt the chaos and danger outside, and always felt that he was not in the Xilin Main Star Falling in Yuezhou at this time, but still on the battlefield of the Fallen Star on the front line, flying overhead were the missile planes of the Federation and the Empire, and everywhere was filled with the smell of burning leaves and mushroom-like gunsmoke.

The big scuffle has started, the night market is full of dangerous objects in the air raids, at this moment, in the face of the officers and soldiers who have lost their minds, Xu Le knows that it is difficult for him to play any role again, he reluctantly took out a Sanqi brand cigarette and handed one to the male waiter. Lulu asked for one with a trembling hand, lit it and took a deep breath for fear of getting paler.

The three men crouched under the baffle and began to smoke in silence.

............ When a cigarette was about to be smoked, the sound outside finally changed, and there was a lot of chaos, footsteps, fists falling on flesh, cries of pain, and swearing, except for the huge sound of beer bottles and kettles.

When the air raid siren was lifted, Xu Le snuffed out his cigarette butt and carefully lifted the baffle to look out.

The night market was already in chaos, the two sides who had previously separated the two wings for long-range attacks, finally fought in one place, and began to fight hand-to-hand, the chair smashed into pieces, the cold iron pot collapsed to the head and blood flowed sideways, and in the roar, the officers and soldiers of the Second Military Region and the soldiers of Qinglongshan were entangled together like red eyes.

Fortunately, the Federation's firearms control is extremely strict, even if the front-line troops withdraw to the main star, they must also implement the rules and regulations of separating people and guns, and no one on both sides of the conflict carries guns, so they can only rely on fists and feet to vent their anger.

However, the situation soon took a new turn. The Chrysanthemum Night Market is located in the prosperous area of Luoyuezhou, surrounded by troops who are resting, and the brawl between the political axe army and Qinglong Mountain spread very quickly, and countless soldiers who watched the excitement flocked to the night market.

The onlookers who don't know the truth are always easy to be stirred up by the current fierce scene, not to mention that the grievances and hatreds between the political axe army and Qinglong Mountain have not been resolved.

The first to join the battle was a group of soldiers from the Second Military Region who came to hear the news, and then a logistics company from Qinglongshan also joined the battle, and then some soldiers from the First Military Region couldn't stand it and began to help their comrades in the trenches.

The two sides who are fighting fiercely in the night market did not shout and drink, but the bystanders who passed by excitedly joined on their own, and the brawl team rolled bigger and bigger like a snowball, and the scene became more chaotic!

Every corner and space in the night market is full of fists, kicks and legs. Two fights and one fight the landlord, three fights and one is still fighting the landlord, your head is bleeding, you can't look back in front of you, the two sides besiege and block, cut off the enemy's back road, steal peaches and attack the yin, spicy hands and black hands, blood flows vertically, the belt is not in the hands of the queen, only flying in the night sky.

Thousands of people scuffled in the night market, countless pairs of feet trampled the golden chrysanthemums to shreds, and then crushed together with the beer foam, glass shards, and mud on the ground, turning into some kind of indescribable mixture, splashing on people's trouser legs and faces.

"Good fellows, it's *** spectacular. ”

The alcohol in Xu Le's mind did not subside at all, he looked at this scene groggily, and said with great emotion, and then thought, why hasn't the gendarme who received his call arrive yet?

The night market was fierce, and the political axe army on the front line was always much more people, even if it was only the troops of the second military region, there were more people than Qinglong Mountain, and after a while, the political axe army gradually occupied the advantage, pressing the other party to the northwest corner of the night market. The warriors of Qinglong Mountain had more or less scars on their heads and bodies, but they refused to admit defeat and gritted their teeth.

Before the gendarmes arrived, the men of Group 7 arrived first.

The team members who are spending time drinking in the splendor, I heard that there is a big drama being staged not far away, whether it is the old team members who are full of ruffians and look down on the wind, or the new team members who are shameless and the most trouble-loving, they will not let go of this good opportunity to watch the excitement, and they will rush dozens of people over with great interest.

The seven groups of team members felt extremely excited when they saw this scene, and whistled lightly regardless of the faces of the people around them, and even started to cheer for both sides, but suddenly someone thought...... It seems that my own supervisor used to drink flower wine here!

Seeing the beer bottles on the ground in front of them shattered, the night market was in a mess, and there was no place to find a good place, everyone's faces changed drastically and they began to worry. Although they all knew that Xu Le's combat effectiveness was extremely violent, but thousands of drunken soldiers made trouble, even if the military god was here in person, they were afraid that they would have to stay away, who could be the real enemy of a thousand people?

Xiong Linquan stared and searched for a long time, but he didn't find any trace of Xu Le in this chaos, and he couldn't get through the phone, his face suddenly darkened like the bottom of a black pot, as brave as him, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried in the face of the crazy night market brawl.

He took a deep breath and drank bitterly: "Holy!"

Then he casually picked up a large iron pot in the mud at his feet, put it on his head, and rushed towards the night market.

(To be continued)