The people downstairs were too noisy, first they had a big argument, with Beijing and Henan people cursing each other, one more vicious than the last. Then, cups and plates continued to be overturned, probably with physical fighting, causing the onlookers to exclaim in shock! High Taoye couldn't resist anymore, dragging his tired body to lean against the railing, looking up high.
The two men below, their military jackets were all torn and thrown to one side, their sleeves rolled up on their arms, the collars of their shirts pulled askew, their faces already bruised, one man's head still bleeding.
"Wait! You bastard, wait for me!" The man with the red-dyed hair, blood dripping from his forehead and sticking to his eyes, didn't care, his hand grasping a bottle of liquor with a sharp edge pointed at the man sitting on the sofa opposite him, his veins bulging as if he wanted to kill him!
Obviously, the sofa side is Wuhan's native military grandfather, with many people. Counting, seven or eight in uniform, some are not well-equipped, but there are also those who maintain their strength, such as this one sitting, with his legs crossed, wearing a military jacket open, holding a bottle of wine in one hand, smiling like a dog, "Wait and wait, I'll wait to see how many bastards you produce."
In Beijing, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, but there are only two people - cough, eating big losses. However, one person is shouting in front, and the other's mouth corners are all blue, constantly making phone calls in the back. Of course, there are also people making phone calls on the Wuhan side, obviously all calling for help! It seems that the big battle is yet to come!
Seeing this scene, Gao Taigong couldn't help but think of Wu Changqing, the commander of Dengzhou.
At that time, Wu Changqing received an order to lead 3,000 Qing troops to rush to the "Korean Special Zone". As soon as the order arrived, Wu Changqing's military camp suddenly became lively.
Palanquins came one after another, the plumes on their heads were more and more gorgeous, the officials' ranks were higher and higher, even some capital officials appeared in Wu Changqing's celebration camp.
Every time an official came, Wu Changqing had to reluctantly go out to greet them.
Every time he saw off an official, Wu Changqing would smash a few pieces of furniture or household items.
Every official, when leaving, would take one or two battalion officers with them. These battalion officers were all sons of officials and aristocrats, sent by their families to Wu Changqing's military camp for training in the past. Now that the battle is really going to start, these people should leave quickly, so as not to be killed or frightened to death at that time.
Hmph, so Gao Taifu didn't trust the second-generation military officers who were a bit higher in rank, they were all afraid of death. So she figured that both sides had invited scoundrels, and it was just a matter of punching and kicking, like dogs fighting.
No!!
The Eight Banners in Sicheng are even more unbridled!
A dozen or so men in military uniforms burst in, each holding a Barrett XM109!
Wow! This formation is like playing for real! Positioning, targeting, locking in! Guns directly pointing at the forehead!
Leading the way, with his rifle slung over his shoulder, he charged in and first saw two "wounded" comrades. "Damn it!" He kicked one of the soldiers in uniform who was sitting down!
Of course I will resist! A bottle of wine with a sharp head is about to pierce in, - - did not succeed, forehead against a gun!
It's simply unbelievable and shocking!!! Which of the onlookers isn't boiling with excitement?!?! It's crystal clear in my heart that today I've encountered a true master player! This is taking our usual CS gameplay to the next level, making it real!!!
At this time, just heard
"Wow! That's a high imitation!"
Who dares to "help out" at this time? Wei Xiaobai is really reckless.
He was leaning against the railing with a nonchalant air, whistling a little tune, as if he were flirting with a young prostitute.
The tyrant with the slanted holster below looked up and slowly drew his gun, silently aiming at the pillar next to Wei Xiaobai's side and fired a shot!
"Bang!" The bullet was embedded in the wooden stake! Nailed to the board!
The timid little monsters' faces all turned white with fear!
Wei Xiaobai's face was not pale, but rather rosy and radiant, like a peach blossom. He touched the bullet hole with his hand, "Hmmm, indeed high-quality imitation."
Gao Taiwei is a timid child, his face may not be pale, but that fearful look, he keeps as far away from Wei Xiaobai as possible.
In fact, Wei Xiaobai was already standing alone, all three pillars were opened!
You say these wine bags and rice bags are timid, they don't even dare to leave! They hide and continue to watch.
Although bloody unusual.
How can the class enemy be so ruthless? Now that "political power comes from the barrel of a gun", can't 10 or 20 people on his side deal with your 7 or 8?
It's another bloody storm, but there are only seven or eight people with hard bones. It seems that you also dare not shoot him in the head, and actually use your head to block his gun muzzle!!
Guns, or rather bullets, shot at legs, breaking several beautiful long legs. High Taizong thought, those beautiful legs should be so powerful on the bed, now being shot by fake bullets, estimated to be abstinent for half a year.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, an even more magnificent scene is coming!!
Like heavenly soldiers and divine generals descending upon the mortal world, with an aura of majesty! This time, the ones who charged in were truly and genuinely the people's sons and soldiers!!
Wuhan is awesome! Wuhan people are so cool!!
These soldiers only recognize two things: first, where their leader's gun is pointing and where they should shoot; second, using counterfeit American goods to deal with our authentic 81 rifles is contempt for the military strength of our great socialist motherland!!!
When four soldiers surround one, using only the butt of an 81 rifle to deal with those fake CS, they were all knocked to the ground with a backhand!
In the end, overall, the county officials are not as good as the current management, and the local snakes still have the upper hand. The various people from Wuhan who were beaten up also want to struggle to get up and kick those Beijing sons with a vicious foot!!
Gao Taiwei stood with her legs slightly trembling, not because she was scared, but because she wanted to sleep. It was almost eleven o'clock, and Gao Taiwei's intimate friend Zhou Gong would usually arrive on time. The shouting, scolding, and excited gasps for breath near her ears seemed to be gradually moving away, and Gao Taiwei returned to the sofa, comfortably reclining. By the time a large group of armed police, police officers, and secret agents arrived, Gao Taiwei was already in a state of half-dreaming and half-waking, and everyone who disturbed her intimacy with Zhou Gong became an enemy!
