Afterwards, Jiang Tian climbed up to the roof and took a look. Sure enough, he saw a messy street corner. There were already several small carts and trolleys obtained from who knows where. Most of them were blocked, and only one was left. A single viable gap.
Although this hastily constructed temporary roadblock looks very crude, the graceful figures hiding behind it make people feel anything but relaxed. What's more, setting up roadblocks to intercept something like this represents an organized and purposeful result.
In front of these roadblocks, many corpses had been thrown down, and there were also some thugs in rags who were cursing and picking up corpses. They seemed to be very experienced and experienced, which made it even more difficult for people. .
After returning to the wall, several temporarily appointed leaders, including Fan Shishi, couldn't wait to come up to the store where everyone was temporarily resting and asked in a low voice:
"What, can you rush over?"
"I'm afraid it won't be easy."
Jiang Tian shook his head and said:
"There are a lot of people on the other side, and there are barricades to rely on. I'm afraid they won't be able to break through."
The rest of the people couldn't help but look disappointed; but they weren't too surprised. After all, among the 100 people currently, although the young and strong account for most of them, except for the dozen or so low-level officials, the others can only be described as a mob.
It would not be a big problem if they were asked to band together to protect themselves for a while, or to cooperate with the bluff of a few public servants and fight off the thugs who were not as numerous as themselves; but if they directly led the team to attack the barricades set up by the thugs, they would probably disperse before they could fight.
"What should we do?"
Among the leading men, Xiao Gu, who was obviously relatively young, couldn't help but said anxiously:
"Otherwise, let's find another wall and demolish a way out."
"I'm afraid it won't work."
However, before Jiang Tian could speak, someone objected:
"Previously, those were just broken boards of shacks, which could be opened with a single strike of a knife or axe. But now the walls are made of rammed earth and covered with mortar. We have neither the right tools nor the extra strength; we don't know where to demolish them." Time will pass, but once the movement becomes louder, will we just treat those thugs on the street as unaware?"
"How about setting up a platform and seeing if you can get around it from the house?"
Someone else tried to suggest: The meaning of the words was a faint hint, whether to give up the burden of those old, weak, women and children, and leave first.
"It's still not right. These houses are old and old. Are they enough to support walking? How many people can climb over them in a short period of time? What should the other people do?"
Then someone else denied it: But it was obvious that he was accompanied by family members.
"Then why don't you give it a try first?"
The person who spoke had obviously made up his mind to try to get a chance to get through at the expense of most people.
"What can we do if we rush over? Can we guarantee that there are no other murderers waiting?"
Someone retorted:
"That's better than sitting here helpless and waiting for death!"
Seeing their arguments getting louder and louder,
"Everyone, don't be impatient. Please listen to what Mr. Lang has to say first."
Another older man, Old Ding, who had blood oozing from his forehead, looked at Jiang Fang expectantly and said:
"Presumably, since Mr. Lang is so calm, he will naturally have some concerns."
"You really think highly of me!"
Jiang Tian couldn't help but smile bitterly: his mind started spinning rapidly. For a time, his early experiences were replayed before his eyes like a revolving lantern...
Until, his impression suddenly settled on a scene. It is the famous desert pearl in West Asia, the ancient oasis city of Baramir, which has experienced the great conquests of Macedonia, Persia, Rome, and Arabia.
That was when Jiang Tian, a former security guard, escorted the joint archaeological team invited by the Syrian government. Some things that happened during the rescue excavation of this historical monument that was once occupied by the IS terrorist bombing regime and suffered a lot of damage.
"Then are you willing to believe me one last time?"
Afterwards, Jiang Tian said flatly to them:
"Mr. Lang's words are serious!"
"Thanks to Mr. Lang for coming all the way, how dare you not believe it."
"But just ask Mr. Lang for your orders."
Everyone quickly clasped their fists and bowed to express their stance:
"Then let's divide our forces into two groups and attack on both sides,"
Jiang Tian stopped being pretentious and took advantage of the situation and said:
"Lion, I want you to take a few people over from this side of the wall and listen to my signal; the rest of you will prepare and arrange on the spot as I do."
Soon after, the temporary team, who had had water and food again, dispersed into the empty shops along the street under Jiang Tian's instructions. The women, children, and the injured also hid themselves for the time being; while the young men held their instruments in silence and waited.
Then, Lady Chuyu, who was a dancer but dressed in men's clothing, as expected, screamed and screamed amidst the screams; she once again moved her legs and twisted her hips, screaming and running, attracting a wave of violent thugs to chase her through the street. Then, his legs and feet suddenly twitched and he fell to the ground.
The thugs who were at the forefront were smiling ferociously and were about to reach out and grab her arms. However, like a frightened rabbit, she jumped up and dove into the restaurant on the side.
Then, these laughing murderers broke in without hesitation. It turned into a mixture of exclamations and screams, followed by a movement of overturning and smashing. The other thugs who were still on the street were waiting outside with some resentment.
However, the next moment, thick tiles, wine jars, tables and chairs and other debris whizzed down from the corridor upstairs and hit them on top of their heads; several of them were knocked down in the middle; The others were startled and fled;
Of the criminals who had previously broken into the restaurant, only one of them stumbled out covered in blood, shouting: "Come on, save me, there's something inside..." Then, he was thrown from the back. Then he was hit with a pickaxe, and he fell down on the threshold with blood spurting from his mouth.
As Jiang Tian pulled out his pickaxe, he stepped out of the dilapidated restaurant again; he saw that the fights and conflicts on the streets were coming to an end; with corpses standing up or thugs struggling and rolling on the ground, there were a few remaining People were also forced to the corner of the street under siege by everyone.
Under the whipping and prodding of many bamboo poles and wooden sticks, he resisted with screams but Jiang Tian frowned and shouted:
"Hurry up and take action. Just leave one person who can talk."
So, after nail sticks, iron forks, and throwing tiles were added one after another, amidst the crackling screams and poking sounds, two thugs who could still stand were quickly left. The moment they were looking at each other, one person suddenly struck first and stabbed his companion in the neck. Then he dropped his weapon and knelt down to beg for mercy:
"Please forgive me, leader. I will tell you everything."
Not long after he finished speaking, the former thief who was on guard and lookout on the wall shouted again:
"Here we go, someone else is coming."
This time, there were at least twenty or thirty people rushing over; the messy instruments in their hands turned into relatively neat long and short knives; the leader even had a shining long sword. Damn it, Jiang Tian couldn't help but cursed in his heart, but he took the lead and rushed forward, throwing a captured knife in his hand.
I saw the leader of the thug, with quick eyes and quick hands, staggered and easily blocked the knife; then he swung his sword like lightning and easily cut off the two bamboo tips that were protruding; he blocked the other knife with a smooth movement. The iron fork thrust from one side cut off half of the palm with a flick of the backhand.
However, at the next moment, he wanted to take advantage of the situation and kill indiscriminately. His body suddenly stopped, he covered his neck and slumped forward to kneel down; because a small knife was inserted into the back of his neck; this time, faced with the force, Compared with the relative disadvantage, Jiang Tian no longer held back.
Soon, in the middle of a chaotic fight, Jiang Tian single-handedly restrained at least six or seven thugs; at the same time, there were still more thugs in the fight, one after another, one after another, they were inexplicably hit by flying knives, or died. Some were injured and lying on the ground;
However, at this time, these young men who followed him and fought hard could not help but slowly show their weakness in the face of the advantage of the sword held by the murderer. Some people's wooden sticks and bamboo poles were cut off and thrown away; and then they lost the nearby cover, or It showed flaws and screamed and whined like being slashed and killed.
However, the backup Jiang Tian expected had not yet arrived; even the former habitual thief who was hiding on the wall to watch and send the signal had escaped at some point. As a result, Jiang Tian suddenly found himself surrounded by thugs who were coming around behind him, and he began to receive blows on his body.
The shoulder blades were burning, as if blood splashed out and wet a large area. After that, Jiang Tian had to gather all his energy and almost used his "guiding" ability to the extreme; he kept pulling and deflecting the swords that were coming at him, and then colliding with each other randomly...
And when Jiang Tian was stabbed for the third time in the ribs, his nose began to bleed wetly; suddenly he heard uneven shouts of killing, and then, the enemies who were slashing with swords in front of him suddenly disappeared; It was Fan Shizi who finally led the men and charged in from behind.
