The 28 Inheritors of China's 5,000 Year War Civilization

  These uncultured and illiterate rascals would not know that they are facing one of the best generals, who is absolutely familiar with commanding such small-scale battles, a piece of cake.

  Liu Ziguang made a detailed deployment of his troops, first using a small number of weak and disabled soldiers to paralyze the enemy, making them relax and underestimate him. Then, he suddenly revealed his sharp teeth, using fierce long-range firepower to strike the enemy's concentrated forces. At the same time, he used the little Ma kids equipped with long spears as cover for the infantry, slowly advancing forward, using the firepower of the mechanized grenadiers to suppress the enemy, striving to defeat them completely.

  Liu Ziguang, a seasoned veteran, knew that the more troops he had, the more chaotic it would be! The more people there were, the more likely they would trample each other to death in the event of defeat. Moreover, most of the men gathered by Old Fourth were just extras who only showed up for the free meals and didn't have any real fighting skills, with only a handful of his trusted followers being of any use in battle.

  To further undermine their morale, Liu Ziguang arranged a surprise attack outside the regular troops. Wang Zhijun led 40 elite guards and hid in flat-bottomed boats carrying sand. They quietly anchored at a distance and waited for the battle to start before approaching from behind the enemy's back and launching a two-pronged attack.

  The grenadier with a long spear, the rattan shield and sword army, the marine corps, advancing on land and water, what the hell is this, it's clearly three-dimensional all-around warfare. The inheritance of Chinese civilization for thousands of years, from weapons to strategy, was used by Liu Ziguang to the extreme. This battle, Lao Si didn't lose, it's really surprising.

  Wang Zhijun led the strange soldiers to climb up from behind the riverbank, shouting and charging over. The hoodlums' legs all went soft. What kind of people were these? They were armed to the teeth, with protective gear on their elbows and knees, willow-branch helmets on their heads, long rattan shields in their hands, and a square thing on their chests that looked like some sort of armor plate. In their hands were either water pipes or pickaxe handles, which they swung around with a whooshing sound as they charged forward in a wedge formation. Anyone they saw got hit with a club. Your iron ruler chain lock was basically useless, and even if you managed to land a hit, they had helmets and shields to block it.

  This is also too asymmetrical, the east side is a rain of bricks, large screws, long gun arrays, and behind them are fierce tiger-like shield holders. Wherever they go, it's a mess, with some quick-witted guys already hiding in cars, preparing to clear the way amidst the hail of bricks.

  But the cars were parked too densely, and in the chaos, the car backed into someone else's car, making the scene even more chaotic. These 500 people were completely disorganized and lawless, a cacophony of wailing and howling, who still cared about Old Four's high-priced reward? Five thousand yuan, you can keep it for yourself to play with.

  Five hundred people are really a bit too many, relying on Liu Ziguang's military strength can't take care of them all, and can only watch as some of them flee in disarray. Bei Xiaoshuai wants to drive after them, but is stopped by Liu Ziguang: "Don't pursue the fleeing enemy!"

  Those people fled in a hurry, running out for less than two hundred meters, when suddenly more than ten taxis came down from the river embankment, and dozens of thugs jumped out, holding wooden sticks and iron rulers, beating them mercilessly. These people were already frightened to death, instantly beaten until they fell to the ground, kneeling and begging for mercy.

  Fourth brother looked over there, only to see that this ambush was still an old acquaintance. The leader was the scar-faced man from the Peace Restaurant, his arch-nemesis. He didn't expect that Scarface would actually collude with this little brat! How unlucky can I get?!

  Fourth brother was really anxious this time, didn't care about anything else, took out a pistol from his bag, rushed out from behind the car, shouting loudly: "I'm going to die with you, Maler Gobi!" while holding up the pistol and rushing towards Liu Ziguang.

  The guns have gone off! Everyone on the scene was stunned, and at this time, the two gangs had already fallen into chaos. To avoid misfire, bricks and large bolts had stopped firing. The distance was too close, those little kids holding long spears could see the black gun in Lao Si's hand, his chubby face flushed with anger, and the glittering gold chain on his neck.

  Liu Ziguang, standing on the head of the Dongfeng truck, shouted at Bai Xiaoshuai: "Bow!"

  Bei Xiaoshuai brushed it up and threw the steel arm guard upwards, Liu Ziguang grabbed it, and under the gaze of everyone, he nocked the arrow, drew the bow, and shot, all in one smooth motion, as natural as floating clouds and flowing water, with elegant and swift movements.

  With a "whoosh" sound, the long arrow pierced through the air and hit Old Four's wrist, penetrating it instantly. The handgun fell to the ground, and Old Four let out a pained cry, clutching his wrist. Liu Ziguang didn't even blink, continuing to nock another arrow, subconsciously aiming at Old Four's fat head. Just as he was about to release the arrow, he hesitated for a moment, and the arrowhead shifted downward slightly. His fingers relaxed, and the powerful elastic force of the steel armguard sent the arrow flying out, hitting Old Four's left leg. He let out another wail, kneeling on the ground with tears and snot streaming down his face.

  "Malakai's wall, you're all playing with cold weapons, you're playing with fire, not elegant at all!" Liu Ziguang cursed, holding a longbow and standing on the hood of the Dongfeng truck, majestic and powerful. At this moment, the sunlight finally broke through the layers of clouds and shone down, and everyone in the scene stared at Liu Ziguang in awe, the rising sun casting a golden edge around his back, like a god descending to earth.

  "My goodness, the big brother is too handsome......" The little kids holding long spears were all stunned, each with tears in their eyes, and today was really too cool, too awesome, unforgettable for a lifetime!

  The thugs squatting behind the car also had a smug look on their faces, thinking to themselves: obviously you guys are not careful, we're playing with cold weapons, you're playing with heavy artillery!

  Fighting in a gang is just that, most of them are just joining the fray and pretending to be tough, there's no deep-seated hatred between them, it's not like a real battle where they have to fight to the death. Wang Zhi-jun's men with shields and scar-faced thugs launched a pincer attack on both sides, Liu Zi-guang advanced from the center, surrounded by three sides, the hoodlums fought with their backs against the water, but they didn't have Xiang Yu's awareness, they could only be driven into the water like ducks.

  Over a hundred thugs were driven into the water, crying and wailing. Fortunately, the autumn river water was not very cold, and the water was not deep, only able to soak up to the waistband position, but also quite miserable. The people on the shore did not take advantage of the situation to beat them while they were down, instead they laughed loudly.

  Finally laughed, because the scar brought this group of people are also often mixed outside, and the guys soaking in the water are all familiar, it's easier to talk with acquaintances, the guys in the water yelled: "No more fighting, surrender!"

  On the shore, a burst of laughter erupted, and someone shouted: "Look at you guys, hurry up and climb up!"

  The great battle came to an end, with wounded people all over the ground. Fortunately, the venue was large enough and the muddy sandy grass was very soft, so no one was injured by trampling. However, those who were hit by bricks and bolts were everywhere, fortunately, there were no deaths. The damage to vehicles was even more severe, with almost all windshields shattered, and the car bodies were dented and pockmarked. Looking at this, Master Xuan couldn't help but purse his lips: How much putty would it take to fill these holes?

  The hoodlums crawled out of the water, shivering with cold, and crouched in the grass, not daring to move. Those who hadn't gone into the water all covered their heads with both hands and squatted on the ground, hardly daring to breathe. The little brats were standing guard beside them, watching with fierce eyes, and anyone who dared to move would be stabbed with a spear. Although they aimed at the buttocks and thighs, it still hurt. They were just ignorant kids who didn't know their own strength, and if they accidentally hit an artery and killed someone, they wouldn't even be old enough to be sentenced.

  Liu Ziguang jumped off the car, picked up the fourth brother's pistol that had fallen to the ground, and skillfully pulled out the magazine to take a look. Suddenly he cursed: "Damn! I thought it was real steel, but it turned out to be a toy gun! How old are you? Still playing with children's toys!"

  Lao Si felt a sense of injustice in his heart. This gas gun, which used carbon dioxide as its power source to shoot steel balls with astonishing force, was actually something he had spent a lot of money on, and yet it was called a children's toy - how ridiculous!

  At this time, he could still speak, with an arrow in his wrist and another in his thigh, blood gushing out, it was so painful that he clenched his lips tightly, his big dark face turned pale.

  Scar quickly walked up, didn't even look at Old Fourth on the ground, stretched out his hand to shake hands with Liu Ziguang: "Brother, my name is Fang Guohao, just call me Scar."

  Liu Ziguang shook hands with him and said with a smile: "Scarface, you're just in time."

  The scars on Scarface's knife-like face all turned purple due to excitement, and he laughed loudly: "Still isn't it your arrangement that is perfect, a complete ambush from ten sides."

  Yesterday evening, Scar received the news and contacted Mysterious and Liu Ziguang. Liu Ziguang saved his wife and daughter, which is a great kindness of two lives. Scar is a man who values loyalty, and this favor must be repaid. However, Liu Ziguang thinks that this battle must be fought with his own elite troops, and relying on others' strength would not have the same effect. But Scar's enthusiasm was hard to refuse, so he asked him to assist from the side, taking charge of the left route ambush.

  Scar also a well-known big brother on the north of the river, many defeated generals and soldiers in the field knew him, it would be best to have a good talk. Scar spoke with emotion, Liu Ziguang was also a generous person, immediately said: except for the direct subordinates of Old Fourth, everyone else is released.

  The crowd was like a grand amnesty, supporting each other as they left the scene. Many of the battered and bruised companions were wincing in pain, crying out in agony as they limped and hobbled onto the bus. Not one of them dared to utter a fierce word, which wasn't surprising - after all, 500 people couldn't even defeat less than 100 people, so what right did they have to boast?

  Only a group of people under Lao Si's command were left on the ground, more than 30 people crouched in fear, not daring to lift their heads. Liu Ziguang said to Bei Xiaoshuai: "Last time it was who destroyed our underground tunnels, pick them out for me and I'll deal with them accordingly."

  Lao Si, after all, was a big shot who had been through the ups and downs of the underworld for over a decade. He was as tough as nails, propping himself up on one knee, his eyes fixed menacingly on Liu Ziguang, still as arrogant as ever.

  Liu Ziguang walked up to him, hooked his chin and asked: "Fourth brother, do you still recognize me? We met once at Huqing Pool."

  Lao Si spat a mouthful of bloody saliva and said viciously: "You little brat, you dare to kill me? As long as I don't die, I'll make trouble for you all my life!"

  Bei Xiaoshuai jumped over and slapped him with a crisp sound!

  "You're going crazy, today you can't help but die!"

  "Xiao Bei, don't be like this, let others say a few words, it won't hurt your bones. Liu Ziguang coldly smiled and pulled Xiao Shuai away, squatting down, staring into Lao Si's eyes said: "Remember, my name is Liu Ziguang, if you're feeling suffocated downstairs, come find me to play anytime, anyway, I won't be short of you."

  Lao Si shuddered, and Liu Ziguang's sharp gaze made him feel a bit hairy. At this moment, he suddenly realized that this so-called Heituopo's dark horse was absolutely not simple! If his guess was correct, the number of lives in his hands would be countless, even with two hands.

  The time for revenge has finally arrived, and old and new grievances are being settled together. It's true that the old saying "what goes around comes around" is being fulfilled. The once-powerful black society boss, Fourth Brother, was thoroughly defeated by a group of new Jianghu heroes. Those who participated in smashing the underground gang were caught and beaten to the ground, their lives spared but a stint in hospital unavoidable.

  As for Lao Si, he had to be dealt with separately. Liu Ziguang nodded slightly, and Bei Xiaoshuai understood, picking up a suitable axe, testing its sharpness, holding the axe in one hand and Lao Si's collar in the other, dragging him towards the dense thistle bushes on the shore like a dead dog.

  Lao Si knew he was going to be sent to the west, his pretended tough demeanor instantly collapsed, snot and tears flowed freely, a large wet stain appeared on the crotch of his Adidas sports pants, and the pungent smell of urine spread with the wind.

  "Spare me, please! If I were to retaliate, I wouldn't be human. From now on, all the Jiangbei building materials business will be yours! You're my own brother! I swear on my family's grave that I'm telling the truth!" Fourth Brother struggled and begged for mercy, losing all his heroic demeanor. Liu Ziguang spat: "I thought you were a real man, but it turns out you're just a coward! Take him away!"

  Two men came over to help Bai Xiaoshuai drag the massive body of Lao Si into the thistle thicket, the sharp cries and pleas for mercy growing fainter and fainter, leaving only two shocking trails of blood on the ground.

  The bald man wanted to say something, but his throat moved up and down twice, and in the end he still couldn't get the words out. He just hung his head low and hid it in his crotch.

  Five minutes later, a shrill cry pierced the sky, startling the water birds in the grass to flutter their wings and take flight. Then, Bai Xiaoshuai walked out with his hands covered in fresh blood, looking relaxed, and said, "It's been taken care of."

  A gust of cold wind blew by, and everyone's hair stood on end.