Chapter 848: Clamping

Lao Gong turned his body again and shouted to the gang members who were fighting hard: "Brothers, our support has arrived, kill, kill those dogs for me!" Then he said to the Qimen brothers behind Yu Linglong: "Follow me to kill the enemy generals and rush!"

Hearing strong support, the local gang members suddenly felt confident and rushed back, and Lao Gong led more than a hundred Qimen brothers to Hu Zhicheng in the distance. The enemies along the way wanted to stop them, but Lao Gong beat them up one after another. Although everyone was similar in number, the killing behind Qimen made Hu Zhicheng want to retreat.

There is nothing to fight this battle, and Hu Zhicheng's face turned pale.

The two sides fought with each other and the earth was dark, but when they arrived, anyone could tell who was the final winner. The Qing Gang gang was in a desperate situation. Although they fought desperately under Hu Zhicheng's scolding, they were far from the enemy of the elite Qimen. After several attacks, there were only more than 300 people left in the Qing Gang.

Lao Gong led the people to more than ten meters, only a dozen steps away from Hu Zhicheng. Most of the gangs around Hu Zhicheng were held back by the Qimen brothers. Lao Gong laughed and rushed towards Hu Zhicheng, who had no one to protect him. Their movement was extremely rapid. The three Qing Gangs rushed towards him in surprise.

Three knives stabbed Lao Gong from three directions. The movements of these three people were far less than Lao Gong's speed, and their experience was not as rich as Lao Gong. Lao Gong turned around and avoided the blade of the three people. At the same time, he also reached the side of the person on the left, handed out his arm with force, and his elbow hit the man's neck hard.

Both sides were extremely fast and in the direction of the collision. You can imagine the force of the collision. The man's body flew backwards, and the sound of the sound came out. The man's head was pulled down, and the neck bone was broken by Lao Gong's elbow. As soon as the man landed, his breath was gone, and his ferociousness was far beyond ordinary people.

Taking advantage of the two enemies being stunned, Lao Gong then raised his sword and chopped them over. Facing Lao Gong again, Hu Zhicheng lost the courage.

Lao Gong's pressure was like a mountain, pressing towards him, his face was burning, and his heart beat faster for no reason. Hu Zhicheng lowered his head and was speechless. Just when everyone thought he had given up on resisting, he suddenly moved, and a black square knife of one and a half feet long lit out of his left hand.

Before everyone could react, Hu Zhicheng slashed at Lao Gong's throat fiercely. Lao Gong seemed to be rough, but sometimes he was very careful. Hu Zhicheng's little moves did not escape his eyes. He gently flashed through the blade, and at the same time, he screwed the hidden knife in his hand into Hu Zhicheng's stomach.

Hu Zhicheng spit out rich blood, and his eyes could not see any vitality.

The enemy general was dead, and Qimen was even more energetic, while the Qing Gang members had no intention of resisting and retreating while fighting. However, Yu Linglong had already set up two solid lines of defense, so only a few dozen people tried to tear open the hole and escape. The Qing Gang lost the battle miserably and his vitality was greatly damaged.

While Lao Gong and his friends were cleaning the battlefield, Lin Haoxuan had already strolled in the Qing Gang Branch and led fifty elite troops to attack Liu Xin tonight. As a result, there were only a few dozen Qing Gang members guarding the hall, and they did not see Liu Xin. From the mouth of the living, they knew that Liu Xin had just led the 500 gangs to leave, but their whereabouts were unknown.

This made Lin Haoxuan feel a little regretful and thought he could kill Liu Xin. At the same time, he was also a little confused. Where did he take 500 people to support the gang members who were surrounded and killed?

There was no big fish to catch, and it was meaningless to capture the hall of the enemy center. If Lao Gong and Yu Linglong did not have a bloody battle, they could still take the opportunity to expand the results and even drive the Shancheng Qing Gang out. But now the Liubaiqimen is exhausted, and fighting again is a way to die.

Lin Haoxuan stretched out and waved his hand to ask Yan Xinhai to bring some valuable things back. He always had to make some hard work when he stepped out. When he was about to leave the hall, he saw the map of the wall. He looked at the red circles and laughed. Then his eyes fell on the arrow that seemed to be temporarily filled.

The arrow stabbed directly at the Qimen stronghold.

Lin Haoxuan suddenly thought flashed in his mind, and he knew the meaning after a little thought. Now he knew where Liu Xin led 500 people to go. The guy had a completely similar purpose to him. He was the stronghold that attacked the Qimen. He obviously wanted to kill him. Thinking of this, Lin Haoxuan exhaled a few breaths and his eyes flashed with heat.

He waved Yan Xinhai to stop looting, and said with a smile: "Xinhai, call the brothers in the stronghold immediately and let them guard against the enemy and be sure to withstand the enemy's attack. If the guess is correct, five hundred enemies are already on the way to the stronghold. I didn't expect to meet opponents in Shancheng, so I was really interested."

Yan Xinhai was a little shocked. You should know that there were only more than a hundred Qimen brothers in the stronghold. If the Qing Gang really sent out 500 elite attacks, I'm afraid the brothers in the stronghold could not resist it for long. It would seem a bit fantastic to attack on both sides, but out of confidence in Lin Haoxuan, he still called and notified him with great enthusiasm.

While he was calling, Lin Haoxuan pulled off the map and held it in his hand, and said carelessly: "Now, let's attack on both sides and kill the five hundred people through the fallen flowers and flowing water.

The telegram ordered Yu Linglong to lead a hundred brothers to move closer to the stronghold; the telegram ordered Lao Gong to quickly manage the battlefield and retreat, while increasing the alert level."

Yan Xinhai, who hung up the phone, nodded and issued an order again.

Lin Haoxuan had a good guess. Liu Xin was leading 500 people to the stronghold. When he received a report from his subordinates and Hu Zhicheng, who knew that the anti-siege and killing was also killed, he knew that Lin Haoxuan thought more deeply than him. The battle of siege and killing was doomed to end in a crushing defeat, but he did not concentrate his troops to rescue them.

After thinking, his eyes were on the stronghold. Lin Haoxuan sent so many people to fight against the siege and kill, so the staff of the Qimen stronghold must be empty. If he led the elite attack in a straight line, he would likely lose the Qimen stronghold and win a few points of the lottery for the siege and kill. He would even be lucky enough to kill Lin Haoxuan.

But he did not expect that Lin Haoxuan led fifty people to attack the Qing Gang Branch first.

Tonight, Qimen and the Qing Gang are not only pure battles, but also the head coach's wits.

As a game of chess game hit this point, no one paid attention to the local fighting. Everyone's eyes were looking at the generals of the Central Palace. Liu Xin wanted to lose the stronghold and disintegrate the confidence of Qimen. Lin Haoxuan wanted to attack Liu Xin and injure his vitality. Therefore, only by resisting the killing of thunder can the two sides return to the overall game.

Afterwards, Mr. Han and Meng Qingliang both gave high evaluations of the battle tonight, believing that they had reached the peak of the gangster battle. As the situation changed, the generals and generals on both sides could adjust their strategies in a timely manner. The local battle turned into generals and generals. The sword was a deviant move, and all they wanted was a fatal blow.

The king doesn’t care about the gains and losses of a city and a pool.

Forty minutes later, Liu Xin looked at the Qimen stronghold with a wry smile.

The defense line of more than a hundred Qimen brothers seemed weak, but they could not break through two consecutive tide-like impacts. The two sides fought fiercely in front of the stronghold gate. The personnel kept howling and falling down, but they could not move for half a step.

Liu Xin sighed softly and shook his head and said, "Qimen, it is really an army of steel."

Du Haitao took a few steps forward and said coldly: "It depends on whether his man is hard or my needle is hard."

Liu Xin frowned slightly, knowing that he wanted to use poison needles to hurt people again. Although Liu Xin was not a hero, he was ashamed of using poison needles in secret. He hurriedly reached out and grabbed him and smiled: "Young master, why do you have to go out in such a situation? Let your subordinates handle it and leave! Come on, change to the third batch of people to attack."

The fighting Qing Gang members immediately retreated in an orderly manner when they heard the order. More than a hundred disciples who were raising their energy immediately made up for it, retreating and advancing seamlessly, showing Liu Xin's general strategy. After two rounds of counterattacks, more than a hundred Qimen brothers had died and injured thirty people, while the remaining seventy people were still stubborn in the lice formation defense.

Looking at the enemy who was forced to come up again, the leader of Qimen pulled off his sleeve and bandaged his arm wound, then raised his machete and roared: "Brothers, hold on, Qi Shao can kill 6,000 people from the Qinggang with 3,000 people; Master Qiao can severely damage hundreds of enemies with more than a hundred brothers. Can't we defend this three-foot land?"

Seventy Qimen brothers shouted back in their voices: "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Seventy voices gathered into the long dragon echoed at the entrance of the Qimen stronghold, causing the Qing Gangs to slow down the attack slightly, and a little respect appeared in their eyes. Some people deserve respect even if they die. Even if they are enemies, Liu Xin had the same idea. He let out a few breaths of relief, but he still waved his hand and said, "Kill."

More than a hundred Qing Gangs pressed over like wolves and tigers.

The leader of the Qimen waved the machete expressionlessly, and the thirty most elite brothers rushed forward, and the machete was slashing at the enemy without showing any weakness, and they also took the same method of dying together. When the Qing Gang gang swung the sword at the Qimen brothers, they often did not dodge or avoid it. Instead, they fought back and killed while the enemy was stunned, and exchanged their injuries for the enemy's life.

This style of fighting shocked the Qing Gang members. They were always scared when facing those who were looking for death, but the remaining blood still made them continue to rush. Liu Xin also shook his head gently. It was too tragic. After this impact, thirty Qimen brothers were basically killed and nearly six or seventy were injured by the Qing Gang members.

Liu Xin said lightly: "Surrender! Give you a way out!"

The leader of the Qimen responded calmly: "We can only seek death and never surrender!"

Liu Xin sighed softly and waved his hand, and the fourth round of impact began.

Although the forty Qimen brothers who stabbed Yu looked thin, the leader of Qimen had no expression. The machete still raised his sword high and waved his sword. Thirty Qimen brothers still jumped out, pointing directly at the more than a hundred Qing Gang gangs in front of him. So the two sides fought with shocking sounds of killing, and the swords were still fierce.

When the two sides separated, the Qimen brothers stabbed only two of them, and stood proudly with blood all over his sword. It seemed that they could fight again at any time. The Qing Gang members also fell down more than 40 people, but did not attack again in front of them. Instead, they looked at them admirably and slowly retreated under Liu Xin's instructions.

The corpses piled up on the ground turned pale under the erosion of rain. Faced with such a strong man, Liu Xin felt a little painful from the bottom of his heart. He looked at the leader of the Qimen and sighed: "You are only twelve of people left. I still have a hundred brothers who have not played in the battle. You have no chance of winning at all, so why bother the mantis blocking the car?
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