The younger brothers led by Hong Dali and Liu Deqiang have all killed people. They have participated in many hunts for Xiang Zhijie. Their ability to risk their lives is no worse than that of the Riders, and they face difficulties without fear of death.
Because the incident happened suddenly, the riders did not expect that the person on the opposite side would dare to fight back, and they did not have time to brake.
The little electric donkey rushed over at an extremely high speed and had the most direct collision with Hong Dali's men.
In an instant, six or seven small electric donkeys in the first row rushed into the crowd, and countless people were knocked out by the impact of the electric donkeys.
Riders on e-donkeys are no better. Unlike cars, e-donkeys do not have seat belts to fix their bodies.
Such a powerful impact directly threw them out of the car and fell heavily to the ground, looking miserable.
Seeing that the offensive of the little e-mule at the front was blocked, the little e-mule behind quickly braked.
Before the riders could stand still, they jumped off the electric donkeys and rushed over with baseball bats and machetes.
They didn't care at all that there were so many people in the town. Scenes like this were not unheard of in Zhonghai.
There are just a group of ordinary people on the opposite side. As long as the people at the front are bled, the weak chickens behind will naturally disperse.
The road at the entrance of the town is not wide, and the two sides rush to fight each other in the narrow terrain.
As soon as they met, the Riders Gang discovered that these residents were not simple, especially those muscular fitness trainers, who could even fight them one-on-one.
Crazy Mule's subordinates became furious when they saw this. If the cadres got this vote today, they might be hungry when they go back.
Both sides are fighting for food.
In close combat, injuries are inevitable.
The roars and screams of countless people came from the battlefield, and blood splattered everywhere.
In this environment, the injured people forget about the pain, and their combat effectiveness increases instead of decreasing.
Song Changjun and Chen Meizhu didn't watch the show either. They were at the front of the team, holding long knives and rushing left and right, constantly tearing apart the formation of the riders.
Li Tianyang and Lin Xiaoke were behind the team holding guns and watching the movements around them vigilantly.
The targets of the two men's precautions were not the Riders Gang, but the residents.
In such a chaotic situation, it is difficult to ensure whether someone wants to sneak attack and steal the car.
Li Tianyang had already planned for this situation, and he was not in a hurry to get in the car to escape.
Because an armored vehicle was already prepared in his space, and he was ready to go when he got off the vehicle.
As long as there is any danger around them, he and Lin Xiaoke can immediately enter the armored vehicle and crush the people outside. They do not need to retreat further into the apocalyptic tank to deal with the immediate threat.
To the surprise of the other two people, these residents were quite sensible, and they all rushed over to fight with the riders, and did not do anything stupid like this.
Li Tianyang glanced at the battle situation and frowned slightly.
Although the residents on the battlefield swarmed forward, due to the terrain, many people were unable to rush to the front to participate in the battle.
Although the rider gang is at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, its lethality is not weak.
Most ordinary residents gather five or six people around one rider, and they may not be able to take advantage.
When this happens, it's not that these riders are awesome, but that most of the residents have never killed anyone.
Facing an unfamiliar enemy, they only dared to attack tentatively, waving the weapons in their hands meaningfully.
Only Liu Deqiang, Song Changjun and others were really fighting.
"How long will this fight last? Besides, you don't have to practice courage!"
Li Tianyang was a little unhappy. He also hoped that these cannon fodder could transform into useful tools as soon as possible.
He called Lin Xiaoke to a high ground and said, "Come on, this place is on high ground. Let's help them and practice our marksmanship."
Lin Xiaoke has been very addicted to shooting recently. He was very excited when Li Tianyang said this. He immediately took out his small pistol and started looking for the target.
Looking around, the little girl saw a rider waving a baseball bat on the edge of the battlefield, being surrounded and beaten by three or four residents.
But the residents' steel pipes hit his chest and back, as if they were hitting steel, and the weapons in his hands were almost knocked off.
The rider laughed triumphantly and fought back with a long knife. Several residents were so frightened by him that they backed away and did not dare to get close.
Lin Xiaoke shot the rider with a small silenced pistol. The bullet penetrated his chest and clothes, and then made a crisp metallic sound.
"Haha! I'm wearing a steel plate next to my body!"
The rider laughed very proudly and continued to kill the surrounding residents.
Li Tianyang raised his rifle, took aim with bated breath, and fired a shot at the rider's knee.
"Bang!"
The bullet passed through the rider's knee.
The rider who was so arrogant just now let out a scream like a slaughtering pig, dropped his weapon and rolled around with his legs in his arms.
Before the attack, the riders had already hid the steel plates against their chests to act as body armor, fearing that Li Tianyang would shoot him with a gun.
But the steel plate only blocked his chest and back at most. No one would have a steel plate blocking their knees. It would be too difficult for movement.
The residents who had been forced back by the rider just now saw that the enemy was shot in the knee and could not resist at all, so they couldn't help but rush over.
To them, the rider on the ground is not a rider, it is just a pound of fragrant fish offal!
A rider without the ability to resist has no one to fear.
Several people swarmed up and used primitive weapons such as kitchen knives and rolling pins to kill the rider.
Li Tianyang looked at this scene indifferently, thinking that with his shooting skills, it would not be difficult to get a headshot.
The reason why he chose to shoot the enemy's knees was to deprive the opponent of combat effectiveness and give his group of residents a chance to kill.
Only when they have killed people and seen blood can the residents grow into real cannon fodder.
Song Changjun also heard the gunshots and shouted loudly to encourage morale: "The boss is taking action! The boss is shooting to support us!"
"Don't be afraid of death! Otherwise you will be shot to death next!"
The residents who were fighting fiercely looked back and saw Li Tianyang and Lin Xiaoke firing at the riders.
As they fired, riders kept falling to the ground.
Popularity immediately exploded!
"You guys are working overtime! Take them down!"
"We have fire support! What are we afraid of them for?"
"Ho ho ho! I'll chop you to death, you little turtle grandson!"
Within a few breaths, the original stalemate was instantly broken, and the town began to gradually gain an advantage.
At this moment, several young people wearing training uniforms came over on electric bicycles.
They were tall, tall, and strong, and all they held in their hands were long, sharpened knives.
Li Tianyang narrowed his eyes. He had heard Wu Fangyu talk about these people in training uniforms. They were all Zhang Fei's subordinates, and they seemed to have arrived as reinforcements.
He pointed the gun at a martial arts student's head and shot him.
"Bang!"
An explosion of red and white colors erupted from the scooter.
The red one is blood and the white one is brain plasma.
When the nearby martial arts students saw this, they were so frightened that they made a 180-degree turn and ran away for their lives.
Li Tianyang smiled disdainfully, "No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of rifles!"
He did not continue to shoot at the fleeing martial arts students. Now a bullet was much more expensive than a human life.
The previous shooting of the riders was just to boost morale and let the cannon fodder under his command see the hope of victory. It was just a shot in the arm.
If all the enemies need him to deal with them, what do they need these cannon fodder for?
In the future, the town will face the invasion of more forces, and the cannon fodder must have some blood on its hands and become a tool for killing people, so that they can be comfortable to use.
