The next morning, Dasheng was the first to set off to the construction site to prepare. When he went out, I was still brushing my teeth. I saw Dasheng kissing Fourth Sister deeply at the door. I was very upset. Why wasn't it me?
At 8:30, Fourth Sister was also about to leave. I had already occupied the door ten minutes ago and pretended to look at the street as if nothing had happened.
"Xiaohu, I have to go to work. You have to be careful today.”Fourth Sister took her bag and was about to leave.
"Yes." I agreed, but my body didn't move.
"Xiaohu, I'm going out. Why are you still blocking me?”Fourth Sister said with a smile.
I stared straight at Fourth Sister, but I couldn't say anything. Fourth Sister's face was full of question marks as she looked at me in surprise." What's wrong, Little Tiger?”
I was so embarrassed that my face turned red. Like a child, I tugged at the corner of my clothes and stood there blankly with my head lowered.
Suddenly, Fourth Sister did something that I wanted to say but hesitated. She walked over, hugged me gently, and kissed my lips gently. It was so fragrant and gentle. I stood there foolishly and didn't have time to respond. Fourth Sister's lips left." Xiaohu, be careful. Don't let Sister worry, understand?”
I nodded and watched Fourth Sister leave, savoring the lingering fragrance at the corner of my mouth…
Before leaving the construction site, Da Sheng once again reviewed the army. He helped one person tidy up the red scarf on his arm, and then helped the other person weigh the big stick in his hand. Finally, he did not forget to ask Song An to prepare two first aid kits. The morale of the brothers was high, and they shared a common enemy.
The Red Flag Print Factory was located in Tianhe District. The current Tianhe District was a prime location in City G. It was surrounded by the sports center and was very developed in finance and commerce. However, in the past, Tianhe District was an out-and-out suburb. Many places were vegetable fields and farmland. It was difficult to find a decent high-rise building.
The development of the country was indeed fast. Regardless of whether the government was corrupt or not, and regardless of how many corrupt officials there were, there were two facts in front of them. One was that social construction, especially urban construction, was constantly changing. The second was the income of the people. After the reform and opening up, the growth rate was amazing. In the early 1980s, the income of Hong Kong people was about 100 times that of the mainland, but today, it was at most 10 times. In other words, the income of the mainland had increased by more than 10 times in less than 30 years. From these two aspects alone, the development of the continent was worthy of recognition.
Let's get back to the main topic. At that time, the Red Flag Print Factory was not a large state-owned enterprise. It could only be considered a small workshop of a certain scale. It was a two-story brick building with a large workshop below. There were about seven or eight small and medium-sized printing presses. The large workshop was filled with rolls of paper and bags of printed products. Outside the workshop was a field of six or seven acres. It was covered with weeds and piled with piles of miscellaneous paper that had been exposed to the sun and rain, forming a small hill. The field was surrounded by a two-meter-tall red brick field, and the top of the wall was filled with broken glass.
There was a door in front of and behind the wall. The door facing south was the front door, and the door facing northwest was the back door.
At around 10:45, our two big machines were parked 50 meters away from the small door, ready to go.
Just as he arranged for Song An to bring two workers in the car as a medical reserve, he heard the sounds of fighting coming from the printing factory. Looking at the time, it was still a few minutes before 11 o'clock. It seemed that Long Hair and Cai Tou had started fighting early. Brother Dasheng immediately ordered everyone to grab their weapons and rush to the back door of the printing plant. Through the barbed wire door, they could see the two gangs fighting on the playground. The red scarves were jumping around. From afar, it was a spectacular sight.
It seemed that Long Hair's retreat was different. Yang Mingyao's side really had more than forty to fifty people, plus more than ten workers wearing printing overalls. The number of people seemed to be more than Long Hair and Caitou's. This time, it was a surprise attack, but from the scene, it could only be considered a stalemate for the time being. They did not have the upper hand at all. It seems that without us, Long Hair's battle will be difficult.
A big lock on the wire mesh was tied with a thick iron chain, firmly locking the two wire mesh doors and blocking our way. Dahai grabbed the big stick and was about to smash the door, but Da Sheng stopped him and ordered his men to find Song An in the car.
As soon as Song An arrived, he took out a key and opened the big lock in a few moves. It was as if the key was specially made for this lock. Everyone was dumbfounded.
According to the arrangement before we set off, our battle formation was divided into three teams. Da Sheng, Zebra, and I would lead one team to the middle, Dahai and Monster would lead one team to the right, and Sixth Brother, Seventh Brother, and Big Dumb Elephant would lead one team to the left. Once the door opened, everyone would charge out according to the formation. Monster's charge was the loudest, so everyone shouted and charged at the same time. Suddenly, the shouting and killing sounds were deafening, like the power of mountains and seas.
Brother Yao and the others, who were originally tied, heard the shouts behind them. They turned around and saw a team of red scarves rushing over like wolves and tigers. Their morale was shaken and their formation was in disarray.
In fact, fighting in a group was completely different from fighting in a one-on-one. In a situation where the weapons were similar, no matter how good one's kung fu was, how rich one's experience was, or how high one's morale was, as long as there were more people, it would be difficult to fight. The longer one fought, the harder it would be to hold on.
More than 30 fresh troops suddenly rushed over from Long Hair's side, and they immediately had the advantage in terms of military strength. Although the victorious workers were more refined, they had experienced a few bloody battles and had some combat experience. At least their formation was not chaotic. Everyone only needed to take care of the enemy in front of them and did not have to worry about someone behind them making a sneak attack.
I was still using the carrying pole, dancing like a flower. My favorite thing was to hit the other party's head, usually feinting to hit the other party's stomach. That guy was either trying to dodge or dodge. I took the opportunity to pick up the carrying pole and sweep it at the head. After every slap, I would hear "Aiya" and "Mom" cries. It was very ear-piercing and stimulated my excitement. If I didn't have to maintain the formation, I really wanted to f * cking rush over and hit the other side of that person's face again.
Dahai was using a bamboo stick as thick as a cup, dancing beautifully. Actually, Dahai, Sixth Brother, and I don't like to use knives because knives are too short to hit people. If we really hit them, the damage would be too great, and we're afraid that we won't be able to control them well. After all, the ones being hit aren't class enemies. If the watermelon knife was too long, he would think that it was too soft. When he slashed it, the blade was still swaying on both sides. When he slashed someone, it would only leave a bloody wound. The other party was busy fighting and did not feel the pain at all. It was useless. However, the long bamboo carrying pole was good. It didn't hurt badly, but it hurt. It was a burning pain. When the carrying pole hit one's face, it was equivalent to slapping dozens of times. Those who were hit had a large swelling on their faces. Those who were weak could not only loosen their teeth but also pierce their eardrums.
Dahai's bamboos were long enough and were most suitable for hitting people's lower bodies. A few of them who were hit in the vital parts could only crouch on the ground and cover their groins, looking like they were waiting to be fed. Dahai was not going to let them off and even wanted to hit them in the face, causing them to roll on the ground.
On the side of Sixth Brother and Seventh Brother, they were also having a good time. The two brothers looked the same and stood on both sides of the formation. One was strong and the other was weak. Some people felt that Seventh Brother was easy to bully and rushed over to fight. However, the formation changed and changed to Sixth Brother. He looked similar, but in just a few moves, he beat the other party into a shrimp and curled up on the ground for some reason. The big dumb elephant also displayed his divine power, and the two thick wooden sticks were played by him like acrobatics.
Monster was the one who fought the most crazily. It seemed that he lived up to his reputation. He waved his watermelon knife wildly and almost forgot his formation. When he got excited, he would slash anyone he saw. Regardless of whether you were wearing a red scarf or not, a few of Long Hair's subordinates were slashed by his blade. Everyone simply gave him a private space and let him show off his might.
Due to our participation, the battle situation became more and more unfavorable to Yang Mingyao. Although many people on both sides were injured, most of the people who fell to the ground and curled up on the side were Yang Mingyao's people. As the battle progressed, the number of people who could fight decreased. They were divided into several groups and leaned against a few paper mountains to resist.
Suddenly, someone shouted,"Yang Mingyao ran away!"”
A few people with red scarves tied to their arms had already rushed to the back door. One of them was Yang Mingyao. It turned out that when he saw that the situation was hopeless, he actually grabbed a few red cloths and tied them to his arms. He and a few of his personal lackeys took advantage of the chaos to escape to the back door. Everyone was busy with the battle in front of them, so they didn't pay attention to it. They flashed through the back door and disappeared from sight. Old Six, Old Seven, and a few workers immediately chased after him from the back door.
The moment the commander left, the morale of the soldiers on the other side was greatly shaken. Cai Tou shouted," Those who don't want to die, stop!”
Yang Mingyao and his lackeys were so scared that they put down the weapons in their hands and knelt down.
The battle was over in less than half an hour. Long Hair and Cai Tou had six or seven more serious injuries and countless light injuries. None of our workers were seriously injured. Only seven or eight workers suffered some superficial injuries. It seemed that the formation was still quite important in a group fight. Although the attack was a little slow, at least the degree of injury was reduced to a minimum.
Da Sheng and I didn't care about the prisoners. We only wanted to find that spy, Dao Ba. Because of him, Da Sheng's project suffered heavy losses. However, he couldn't find Xichao, but he found a very obvious bald head. It was the bald man called "Little Horse". This time, the pony encountered the sea again, and naturally, it was inevitable that it would be humiliated again.
After a series of punches and kicks, Dahai retrieved a dagger from somewhere and made the baldy kneel. He then used the dagger to draw on the baldy's head, causing the baldy to cry out in pain. Soon, a bloody tattoo appeared on the baldy's head.
"Brother Dahai, what are you drawing?”Zebra didn't understand.
"You brat, you can't even tell? A Chinese soft-shelled turtle. Little Tiger, don't you think so?”
"Like, really like…really like the sea.”I looked at the crooked pattern and stood at the side with a wicked smile.
" Y-y-you…" Dahai's face flushed red and he was speechless.
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