If it were normal times, we would have taken this guy down first, but after three months of fighting, we have killed people and seen our own people die, and everyone is basically tired of meaningless fighting. So.

Faced with this boring provocation, we didn't look away and sat down on the edge of the stage.

"What would you like, gentlemen?"

A wine shop owner who was about the same age as my grandfather asked us while cleaning his wine glasses.

"Black beer, let's get two shots for each person first," Tieniu said, "and then cut two plates of pickles, and order anything else you want."

I don’t like European dark beer, because although it is strong, it is too bitter, almost like drinking traditional Chinese medicine, so I ordered two bottles of whole wheat beer, and Tao Ding and Xueba also ordered the same type as me.

Wine. Generally speaking, everyone is more sensible and does not order high-alcohol wine.

The bearded idiot over there was still laughing at us endlessly with his accomplices, and I was not tired. I took a sip of beer. The aroma of wheat ears penetrated into my heart along with the alcohol, which made my language nerves somewhat active.

"Boss, why didn't you run away?"

I asked.

"Haha, my job and my home are here, where can I run?"

The boss smiled bitterly.

The lunatic didn't know whether he was drunk or drunk, so he said directly.

“Aren’t there refugee camps all over the border?”

The boss suddenly stared.

"Fart, is that a place where people live? They are raising a bunch of junk food like a dog. I would rather stand here and be blown away by a cannonball!"

We secretly gave a thumbs up - this old man has some talent!

After coughing, the old man picked up a piece of pickled cucumber from our plates and threw it into his mouth.

"By the way, if you want to drink, I suggest you buy it and drink it. This is not a place to drink."

"Isn't there wine here?"

"It's wine."

"Will drinking here cause poisoning?"

"Of course it won't be poisoned."

"Then why do we buy it and drink it?"

"Because these guys have bad tempers, and they get even worse when they are drunk. Four Slavs, two Cossacks, and two Germans have been carried out from here in the past week..."

Before we finished speaking, we heard a loud noise from behind. When we looked again, it turned out that Mr. Kuan had been punched and fell to the ground. Several big men were kicking him around and swearing.

"Damn it, you dare to bump into me, I'm sick of you!"

The boss sighed and chewed another piece of pickled cucumber.

"Now we have to add another Han Chinese."

I tilted the corner of my mouth and felt that my body was itching badly, so I asked the boss:

"What's the biggest wine bottle here?"

"Oh, it's the two-liter bottle of General Balfour rum."

"Give me two bottles, thank you."

I took out my wallet, took out a big bill and handed it over. Then the madman asked for two bottles, the iron bull asked for two bottles, and the academic master asked for two bottles...

I kicked off the chair, walked over with a square wine bottle like a hammer, squeezed into the crowd, and patted the leading guy on the shoulder. The guy turned his head and showed a disgusting face.

"What are you doing, kid? Believe it or not, I'm going to kill you... ow!"

I didn't have the patience to listen to his nonsense. The wine bottle in my hand had already been rounded, and I hit him on the face. Note that it was the face, not the forehead. The guy's face suddenly blossomed along with the bottle. It was miserable.

He screamed and passed out.

The other accomplices were stunned for a moment, and then one by one with murderous looks on their faces, they roared and rushed toward me. But before they could make a move, the people from the teaching group had already pounced on them, and the backs of their heads and faces were covered with wounds.

The wine bottles were smashed and the flowers were smashed, and they were all lying on the ground in a mess.

"Damn it, kill them all!"

Someone yelled, and all the big men around him turned over the tables and benches and jumped up. Some of them with experience in group fights even pulled out their short daggers, and at least fifty menacing Central Asian men formed a crowd of flies.

There is a dense encirclement that cannot be flown out, and in the middle of the encirclement are twenty-nine Eastern soldiers who look much thinner.

But we are not vegetarians. We killed as many as eighty gangsters and drunkards in Moscow. In just a few seconds, we completed the tactical arrangement.

"The old tactic, three people form a team, don't get separated, use as many people as possible. Dad Chen, you are the best, we will work together as a team."

"become."

I kicked the floor and moved first. The target was a big man with a knife who had just rushed over. This guy had just jumped over a wine table. I probably didn't expect that we would take the initiative to attack. At that time, I was stunned and I flew up.

A kick hit him in the lower abdomen. The unfortunate guy was kicked up and flew back like a ball, knocking over a large number of tables and chairs.

This loud noise was like the starting gun in a game, and the other big men roared and swarmed forward. But at this time, the music broadcast in the wine room switched to explosive heavy metal. Under the hysterical sound effect, the whole wine room was filled with shouts and fists.

There was a loud sound of eating meat.

The fight only lasted for a while, and we realized that these guys were different from the furry bears we had fought before. Not only did they hit fiercely, but they were also life-threatening. Our fists were not soft either. One of them knocked over another, and two of them gathered around to fight.

Soon the first batch of people who rushed up were knocked down, but after all, there were so many of them, we were slowly separated into small groups.

My second opponent was a big man with a long beard and a very distinctive face. The guy put on a boxing stance, uttered weird syllables and punched left and right. His movements were pretty standard, and there were some

It looked good, but there were so many flaws that I almost didn't want to count them. I simply kicked his left wrist off, then flew away and kicked off his right wrist, and finally kicked him all over his face.

flowering.

However, this group of people was indeed fierce enough. After being beaten like this, they looked like vicious dogs that had been shot. They rushed up to fight me with red eyes and fought hard. I kicked him in the temple with a merciless sweep.

, and let him rest completely.

"Ouch"

There were strange roars from behind and behind, and it was obvious that people were coming. I took two steps at a trot and kicked over the guy who had not yet had a chance to make a move. Then I jumped up with my strength, and during the short time in the air, I could clearly see the enemy's face.

Position, then lowered his knees, knelt down suddenly, and landed on this guy's shoulders!

"Crack!"

The guy let out an earth-shattering scream and knelt on the ground. All the bones in his shoulders were broken. However, in order not to cause trouble, I did not take advantage of the situation to break his neck. When a buddy hit me with a bench, I immediately

He turned over and fell down, and the unlucky guy with a broken shoulder was immediately smashed into his head, bleeding all over the floor.

While the attacker was in a daze, I flew up and kicked him on the back. The guy immediately flew out like a rocket engine. He collided with the guy and flipped over a pile of tables and chairs.

Gone inside.

I jumped up like a carp, just in time to hear Tieniu shout:

"Dad Chen, continue!"

Then I saw a guy who was beaten with a black nose and face, and was thrown over by Ti Niu with a big back. Damn, he was so lazy in fighting, and all the trouble was left to me.

I jumped up and kicked out twice in the air. The guy was kicked out and hit the wall and fell to the floor like mud along with a bunch of murals. This was also the last sound of the fight. The whole wine except

Except for us, everyone else was put to the ground. Except for Mr. Qian, who was the first victim and was beaten into half a pig's head, the others only had a few small cuts on their bodies, with bruises and bruises on their skin, but no serious injuries.

"Huh, boss, what you said makes sense. It's better to buy the wine and drink it."

We took a deep breath.

"Oh, I tell you, do you know how much trouble you have caused...be careful!"

When the boss yelled out, I also heard the dangerous syllable of a bullet being loaded, which no matter how loud the music was, could not be drowned out. I immediately turned to one side subconsciously, and then only heard a "bang" gunshot, and a bullet came out of my

His right arm brushed against him, cutting open his clothes and knocking off a piece of flesh.

It turned out to be the boy I kicked against the wall in the end. At this time, he was aiming a 9mm automatic pistol at me with a look of almost crazy hatred. At this moment of life and death, I felt incredibly calm and I immediately kicked him.

He drove away the brother next to him and rolled to the ground. The boy's second round of shooting blew up all the bottles on the wine cabinet. After firing most of the bullets, the guy still refused to give up and continued to wave his pistol and shoot randomly.

Now I have to thank the good habit I learned from the rebels: because they have to be ready for combat at any time, the guns of the rebel soldiers are always loaded and can be fired by pushing the safety. Although the safety factor is not very high,

I have a strong ability to respond to emergencies. So when I got my official gun for the first time, I followed this pattern.

While I was still dodging, I had already grasped the handle of the gun, then drew the gun, opened the safety, and aimed, all three actions in one go.

"Gudong"

When I landed on the ground, I happened to see the crazy face of the kid through the gap between the messy tables and chairs. The kid also saw me and immediately turned the gun.

But it’s too slow!

"Bang bang"

I fired two shots in a row. The first shot flew away his ready-to-fire pistol, and the second shot smashed his head directly between the eyebrows. His brains immediately splashed everywhere, and the body was blown away.

"Fuck, he killed Gurav!"

The other big men who were knocked down were in an uproar, and they all took out their guns and aimed at us. The people in the teaching group showed no sign of weakness, and also pulled out their own new guns that were still wet and pointed them at them.

"Damn it, just kill him. If that guy hadn't been mean, would he have died?"
To be continued...