"Paipa."

The soldiers in the first row knelt on the ground with their right knees in neat manner, leaving less than half a meter of space between people, and the echelon rushed out along the gap and suddenly stopped in place.

"I'll go / you / dazzle, what else are you looking at? Hurry up and run." The young man who led the team cursed and turned around and ran away.

"shooting,,."

The young officer shouted.

"Da da da da da."

Countless guns roared, and training bullets like heavy rain splashed at the crowd. Zhang Weidong was suddenly stupid. When the gunshots sounded, the team was completely in chaos, and began to run around with his mouth open like a headless fly.

"Fuck me, it's so fucking thunderous,"

"Brother, I'm shot." A young man, holding a pickaxe handle, raised his hand suddenly and shouted in horror.

"Bang."

"Go away from me, don't block the way," the man who was called the eldest brother raised his leg and sweared, and continued to run.

There was noisy in the crowd, the dark and dark dirt road was very light, and everyone was holding long weapons in their hands. The scene was messy and it was easy to cause accidental injuries. They ran too hard with a knife, and stabbed the chrysanthemum in front of them. They threw a pickaxe and hit the head of a friend, causing concussion, and every stroke was all.

"Bang bang bang,."

Three crisp sounds in a row, like a bullet in his head, the young man in the team rushed to the head, and three bullets were visible to the naked eye.

"Brother, what kind of work are you playing? My mother can even push the bullets of Yishamani's head. Tell me, what can I do?" The young man running next to him was so scared that he cried and asked as he was a goddamn.

"Don't fucking nonsense, the mosquitoes that hit the head must be the ones that hit the head. I ran too fast, and many mosquitoes will be killed by this time." The young man in the team said illogically with his head full of head, his calves trembling, and he said without any logic.

"Don't run, the gun opposite is filled with rubber bullets, which can't kill anyone." Zhang Weidong held his head and squatted on the ground and shouted.

"You are fucking stupid / pussy, why do you have to be like a fool if you can run away? Are you beaten here? Why? It hurts if the rubber bullet hits you?"

"What you said is right." Zhang Weidong reacted and started running happily.

"Group one to five, advance forward." The young officer bared his big teeth, shouted with his microphone, and then said to the driver: "Come on, give me a whole cigarette. This battle is so fucking satisfying."

"Tait."

In the five groups, twenty people quickly left the team, forming a team of five blocks, and rushed into the bastard.

"Bang,."

With a muffled sound, a soldier raised the stock and turned over to the gangster's cheeks extremely quickly. The gangster did not stop at all and fell to the ground with his back straight on his back. The bullet was fake. When the gun was real, the stock was made of pure steel. Not to mention JB's cheeks, just smashing the marble. It was a pit, so at this moment, the gangster's chin suddenly broke.

"Brother, I surrender, don't kick the face, okay?" A gangster immediately threw away the machete in his hand, squatted on the ground, raised his head and blinked his eyes and asked.

"Bang."

The soldier didn't reply at all. He directly stuck his face and clanged his legs at the ribs and rolled his eyes directly.

"Damn it, you still dare to gesture," a soldier held a gun and looked at Hu B and Zhang Weidong incredibly and asked.

"What, don't hit me, I have a heart attack."

"You have a Jb!!" The soldier held a gun in his left hand and punched Zhang Weidong in the face.

"Tread."

Zhang Weidong shrank his neck and suddenly took a step back, blocking the bricks on his face.

"Peng,."

The soldier fucked directly on the brick with a punch. He paused for a moment. The brick shattered from the middle. The soldier's hands didn't shake. He grabbed Zhang Weidong's neck with a loud bang. Zhang Weidong was stunned and said hesitantly: "Is the iron sand fist?"

The soldier didn't reply at all. His right leg was bent, and an electric cannon was pressed against Zhang Weidong's lower abdomen. He swung the left pistol and hit Zhang Weidong's head horizontally. He moved it half a meter, lay on the ground, rolled his eyes, and made two mouthfuls of white foam.

"Fuck you, squat down,."

"Hold your head,."

"Move still,."

"Pengpeng."

These soldiers were really disgusted with it. They were really damn bad at the start. They were wearing steel plate military hook boots and iron fists, facing the rib bones, thighs and backs. After that, the gangsters didn't dare to fight back. They were slightly thorny and were directly pressed on their heads. They were four or five meters away from the fire. The rubber bullets were directly shuttled and thrust on their heads.

In less than five minutes, all the gangsters gathered in a pile of arms and were surrounded by soldiers.

"Swoosh."

The two military green jeeps with military sub-district license plates drove over and slowly stopped. Brother Hou and his others walked down with their hands behind their backs.

"Bang."

The young officer stood at the scene, saluted with dignity and said with a strong voice: "Report to the battalion commander, I have a special third company, and all the second platoons have 33 people. They have completed the combat mission, have lost battles, and have more than 450 training bullets. There are no casualties. Please instruct me."

"I did a good job, no instructions, collect my weapons and equipment." The middle-aged man nodded with a smile.

"Yes." The young officer replied and asked again: "What are these people doing?"

"Gathering crowds, holding controlled knives, gathering around the training ground. This matter has been very common. Notify the police in the jurisdiction to come and take people." The middle-aged man said expressionlessly, and then he didn't even look at it. He was stunned. Zhang Weidong, who was staring at him, got in the car and took people away.

"Bang,." Zhou Zhou couldn't help but his anger, suddenly jumped up, kicked Zhang Weidong in the thigh, and cursed like crazy: "Your mother is a B, don't do it anymore, don't help the clouds and go straight to 90,000 miles. I really admire you, can you still be more awesome? I can't do it tomorrow, I think you can fight the Chenyang government,."

"When Zhou Zhou came, he didn't say he had to work with the army. How about the money?" The young man who led the team squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, raised his head and blinked his eyes, and asked in a low voice.

"I'm a mother, what a JB, it's all right? It's still okay. Let's go to prison," Zhou Zhou shouted with a big mouth and slapped it away brutally.

Forty minutes later, the branch office drove three police cars and came to pick up people.

"Who is the leader?" asked the branch office.

"He." Everyone pointed directly at Zhang Weidong.

"Brother, you are the first to do this since the founding of the People's Republic of China. Awesome/Pussy." The person from the branch gave a thumbs up, nodded repeatedly, and said in admiration.
Chapter completed!