The suburbs were shrouded in a chilly cold, with the eastern sky beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn, and the meandering river carving out soft stretches of riverbed.
Patches of withered reeds stood on the riverbank, in the shallow water. A cold wind blew, and the branches and leaves swayed and rustled.
On a slightly raised hill, five trailer trains were quietly parked, covered with thick tarpaulins.
A dozen or so teenagers, dressed in light clothing and with steam rising from their nostrils, stood nervously with their fists clenched.
It would be a lie to say they weren't nervous. No matter how skilled the Thirteen Protectors were, they were only thirteen people, while their opponents had thousands of men! Could they possibly compete?
They couldn't help but glance at Tie Dan out of the corner of their eyes. Tie Dan stood still with a serious expression, his inner thoughts unreadable.
Then look at the boss, Li Yang. Li Yang leans against the car door with a relaxed expression, lights a cigarette, takes a deep breath, exhales blue smoke rings, and squints at the road in the distance through the smoke.
That was the only way for the black guy and his gang to get there.
The ground trembled slightly, cars roared, people clamored, and footsteps clattered, as if a large group of people were rapidly approaching.
Swish, swish, swish...
An endless stream of vehicles—Santanas, Jettas, BYDs, Mazdas, and a few BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes at the head—stretched like a long dragon, numbering over a hundred, speeding along the asphalt road toward the riverbank, their destination clearly them.
Behind the hundred luxury cars came a large, dark mass of henchmen wielding machetes, galvanized steel pipes, clubs, and other common weapons. They were so numerous and disorganized that it was impossible to count them all; all you could see were a sea of heads moving about.
"Gulp... How many people are there?" The youngest and oldest of the Thirteen Protectors asked nervously, swallowing hard.
"I don't know!" Old Eight muttered to himself.
"Stop talking nonsense!" the eldest brother, Tie Nan, hissed.
Boom boom boom...
The traffic had already arrived, stopping about 300 meters away, piling up in a large area on the riverbank.
The sun peeked out, casting a golden glow on the traffic, making it sparkle in the reflection.
Snap snap snap...
The car doors opened one after another.
Splash...
Three or four fierce-looking burly men or nonchalant young men got out of each car, carrying machetes, steel pipes about 1.5 meters long, or baseball bats. Without saying a word, they headed straight for the riverbank.
The crowd following behind the car, at someone's shout, suddenly roared and sprinted towards the riverbank, chasing after the person in front.
The first few hundred people were just walking briskly at first, but when they were about two hundred meters away from Li Yang, they suddenly started running, roaring and waving their weapons as they charged forward.
"drive!"
Li Yang suddenly shouted, and all five trucks with trailers roared to life.
"go ahead!"
boom……
Five vehicles moved forward simultaneously, rushing down the hill and heading straight for the vast crowd, like tigers descending a mountain, their momentum overwhelming.
The distance between the two sides quickly shortened, soon closing to within 100 meters.
"Stop! Attack!" Li Yang suddenly roared, his voice soaring into the sky.
The five cars suddenly stopped, and with a series of loud bangs, the car doors opened, and the five gangsters jumped out at the same time, grabbing the canvas and tearing it apart.
Whoosh—
The entire vehicle body was exposed, and inside the carriage stood five ancient battlefield weapons—catapults!
The dark gray angle steel exuded a faint aura of death under the sunlight!
The movements were swift and perfectly synchronized.
Two people per vehicle, one person operates the puller while the other is responsible for filling the bricks. The net bag made from the construction site safety helmet can fit two bricks perfectly.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Suddenly, a storm of black bricks flew up and rained down on the crowd, causing injuries from glancing blows and knocking people down.
Screams erupted one after another, blood splattered everywhere, and dozens of people fell to the ground screaming, struck by bricks and rendered incapable of fighting.
These guys fight in a light-footed, athletic-style outfit, without any defense. If they get hit by a brick from high above, damn it, who wouldn't be screaming for their parents?
The advancing troops immediately collapsed, losing their momentum and retreating, now dozens of meters away from Li Yang's convoy.
Li Yang stood coldly in a bright carriage, a large bow on his back, a hundred arrows with fine steel arrowheads lying motionless, radiating an astonishing chill.
The carriage was filled with bricks, and even stones and scrap metal. They were all piled up in front of the catapult, placed in the most convenient positions, with the archer and assistant archer working in perfect coordination.
Two bricks were fired at once, and a hail of bullets rained down like a torrential downpour, causing large numbers of young people to fall to the ground, crying and screaming as they stumbled backward.
Inside a sleek black Mercedes at the head of the traffic, a bald man with a head full of scars, a body covered in fat, and a fierce, shiny black face, who had been lounging leisurely on the sofa, suddenly sat up.
The bald man beside him was swallowing hard, nervously clutching a handbag, and said, "Brother Gui, things aren't looking good! How could this son of a bitch be so much better than us?"
"Damn! Only a dozen or so bastards! Spread the word, one thousand yuan for each one taken down!" Blackie Brother is indeed a ruthless man, deeply understanding the principle that a generous reward will surely attract brave men.
Sure enough, the bald man quickly jumped out of the Mercedes, raised his arms and shouted, "Listen up, everyone! Brother Ghost said, take down one, ten thousand yuan!"
Chapter 209: The Mad Battle 2