Firepower is king.

Chapter 243

A scuffle, extremely tragic.

In this melee, even the absolute gunslingers have to fight with their fists honestly. Including Gao Guang, there are not many marksmen here, and the proportion of snipers is surprisingly high, but the result is not the same. Beat people honestly and get beaten by the way.

Gao Guang didn't know how many times he had been punched, he was dizzy and dizzy, don't say here that he can kill the Quartet with good skills, that is pure nonsense, because people are crowded, people are beaten, as long as they don't fall down, they will be picked up Fist kicks.

However, although these people fought fiercely, they were still very restrained. Although the scale was expanding rapidly and infinitely, at least no one used any joint skills to break people's arms.

So far, no human life has been killed, but if this development continues, it will be sooner or later and certain.

But there is one very important thing that no one cares about at all right now.

Why is this fight happening?
Gao Guang was dizzy, he was punched in the face, his head was dizzy for a while, he took a step back, and leaned against someone, then he stretched out his hand and stabbed forward in a dizzy way, for some reason, It felt wet where my fingers touched it.

"Ah! My eyes!"

With a scream, the burly man opposite Gao Guang covered his eyes, stumbled and was pushed around by two people.

This scream made the scuffle suddenly seem to stand still for a moment.

God testifies, Gao Guang really didn't do it on purpose.

But he couldn't be in a daze at this moment, Gao Guang suddenly lowered his head, a bottle full of wine flew over his head, and hit Dawson's face with a bang.

Dawson showed his bravery. He was hit by a wine bottle on the head, but he subconsciously reached out to catch the falling wine bottle, then grabbed the bottle, and slammed it into an opponent next to him. head on.

There was a sound, and another person fell down, and this time he saw blood directly.

"They move dick!"

"They use weapons!"

At this time, Gao Guang didn't know what was going on, he was probably excited and [-]% nervous, but he subconsciously yelled, "Ci'ao! Copy it!"

The melee escalated again, and now people began to use all available weapons, but at this moment, reinforcements from the Zhanhuo Group finally rushed into the bar.

"Boss!"

Accompanied by the sound of ping, ping, pong, pong, the people of the armored group quickly fell to the ground under the attack from inside and outside.

The bar is so big, but now there is no place to stay. There are people lying everywhere, but those who can stand are all from the Zhanhuo Group.

Those who refused to lie down had to be beaten to lie down, otherwise the fight would not end.

Dawson wiped the blood from his forehead, and then he said out of breath, "Shet! We..."

There were more than [-] Zhanhuo Group standing, but there were at least a hundred people lying on the ground, people from both sides. If the armored group didn't come, then the Zhanhuo Group won the fight.

But before Dawson could speak, there were shouts and fighting sounds from outside.

Now the fighting started outside, and when everyone was about to rush out to help out, they saw at least a hundred people rushing forward.

Bad thing.

Those who stayed outside of the Zhanhuo Group were beaten to the ground, and it was only a matter of a moment. Now that a large number of reinforcements from the Armored Group have arrived, this fight cannot be stopped.

They don't want to lose, there are people, they can fight, the key is that they dare to fight, Baghdad is not considered an extrajudicial place, but these PMCs are really outlaw lunatics.

Mike stood up from the ground, he shook off the blood on his hand, looked at the enemy army who was about to charge, and then looked at the people all over the room, he finally swallowed, and said: " It’s definitely better than a team fight.”

Dawson pointed at the opponent who was about to charge, and roared: "Brothers! Fight!"

Dawson insisted on not being cowardly, it was all like this, and he still wanted to fight.

Gao Guang didn't feel any pain in his body anymore. He was really not a timid person, and even though he had a gun in his waist, he didn't have the slightest urge to draw it.

It's really an accident that a real man with iron blood hits people with his fists and pokes his eyes.

The people in the room rushed towards the door of the bar, and the people outside rushed towards the door of the bar. The battle continued, endlessly, and there seemed to be no end in sight.

At this moment, a group of people rushed over from outside the bar and rushed towards the flanks of the armored group. Although they were few in number, they caught them by surprise, and then the armored group was divided into two sections. So Gao Guang, who was ready to be beaten, miraculously continued to stand behind the door of the bar.

A person lying on the ground said with difficulty: "Brothers, they have used a guy."

Who yelled this?People over there?

Don't worry about the people over there, Gao Guang wants to kill him, isn't it adding fuel to the flames by shouting this now?

Sure enough, as soon as this sentence was shouted, the people who had just joined the battle group immediately started looking for any guy that could be used as a weapon.

Gao Guang couldn't squeeze through the front, a group of muscular men blocked a doorway and fought selflessly, Gao Guang's thin arms and legs really couldn't squeeze through.

Gao Guang glanced out in a daze, and then he found that under the scorching sun, the sand-yellow Humvee had already blocked the entire street. Countless machine guns were mounted on the car, but the people in the car got out of the car, Right next to the car, he started punching people with each other.

If someone's brain got hot and rushed towards the crowd, the picture would be so beautiful that Gao Guang didn't dare to think about it.

There are also a lot of local people, they are watching the fun, and some people are whistling, but the whistler obviously made a big mistake, that is, he can watch the fun like a monkey, but he shouldn't whistling.

The two wrestled together, and both men in military uniforms quickly separated, and the young man in the robe whistling was pulled out and beat hard, and then the two continued to wrestle together.

This feeling is quite mysterious, the people outside the window are fighting, and the people one meter away are fighting, but Gao Guang, who is in the eye of the storm, just stands there and has nothing to do.

Finally, the line of defense in front of Gao Guang was pierced. He was shirtless and silent, but Paul, who was beating hard, was hit on the head by a stool flying from nowhere, and then he fell on his back.

Gao Guang stepped on Paul's arm and pushed it up, then he swung the stool that knocked Paul down, but just as he lifted it up, he found that there was only one stool leg left in his hand, so he hit it down with a crackling sound.

At this moment, the gun finally rang.

A gunshot is a signal, a signal of extreme danger.

The people who were fighting desperately gave up in an instant. They retreated without thinking, and then those with guns quickly drew their guns, and those without guns quickly retreated, and began to look for guns.

Gao Guang pulled out the pistol after a while, and then he almost shot, but he still didn't lose his mind. He just aimed the gun at the person opposite, but he didn't pull the trigger.

"Stop it all! Stop it!"

A man in military uniform stood on the counter of the bar. He had a pistol, but he held it up high.

"Are you all crazy? Stop it all! Or I'll call in the gendarmerie!"

The man in military uniform was furious, but he soon realized that he seemed to have made a big mistake.

At least half of the people here were carrying guns. It didn't matter that he fired a shot to stop the scuffle, but the fist fight quickly turned into a PMC internal strife that may have been the largest ever in Baghdad.

People outside and people in the distance don't know who fired the gun.

"Someone shot!"

Accompanied by the shouts, those fist-fighting people quickly separated, and then quickly raised their rifles, looking for cover one by one, looking for a favorable shooting position, while those people on the street outside quickly climbed onto the armored vehicle, climbed onto the Humvee, and lifted the machine gun. , hurriedly aimed at the people from another company.

All of a sudden, the sound of the gun being pulled rang out.

"I, I, I'm a Marine, I'm..."

The officer who fired the shots realized that a real war was about to break out. After he stammered and spoke in a hurry, he suddenly changed the subject and said, "Put your guns away, stop!"

The officer jumped off the bar, and he walked out quickly, shouting as he walked: "Don't be nervous, I fired the shot, you put the gun down, don't get me wrong, this is just a fight, not a war, don't be impulsive."

Dawson wiped the blood from the corner of his eye. He knew it was time for him to clean up the situation, but he didn't know if he was beaten or what. Now he just felt a headache.

My head hurts, how to deal with this situation.

At this time, a well-dressed, thin middle-aged man separated from the armored group and walked to the door of the bar.

Dawson saw the man who dared to move, his mouth squirmed a few times, trying to speak, but held back.

The skinny middle-aged man looked at Dawson, and then he suddenly said, "Tell your men to put down their guns!"

Dawson spit bloody saliva towards the side. He probably did it on purpose. He spit on the face of a member of the armored group, and then the person who could not move cursed angrily. own face.

Dawson said provocatively: "Let your men put down their guns first."

"Put down the gun!"

"Put down your guns!"

Seeing that the dispute was about to resume, the skinny Englishman raised his hand and said, "Put down the gun, we are not barbarians! We are not cowards!"

Unconvinced, Dawson waved his hand and said, "Brothers, put away your guns and let these sissies know what a tough guy is."

The people in charge of both sides are here, and it will be easy to talk about defeating them. Dawson looked outside and said, "Send the injured brothers to the hospital, let's go to our own hospital!"

The British pursed his lips, because the British don't have their own hospital in Baghdad, and if they want to go, they can only go to the American hospital.

The skinny Englishman stared at Dawson and said, "This matter is not over yet."

Dawson said disdainfully: "Come on, what do you want, I will accompany you."

"Let's fight again, each side has one person, one-on-one! Solve it in a man's way, and apologize if you lose."

Dawson said disdainfully: "One game? Let me say one hundred games, each side will send out one hundred people, or else it's better, we will each send out one hundred people to fight to the end here, do you dare?"

"Three people, three games, right here, the men will be singled out, but you are afraid, you dare not fight, right?"

Dawson said without hesitation: "Here, tomorrow at six o'clock in the afternoon, we two one-on-one, I want to beat you all over the place! Bah!"

Dawson spit out another mouthful of bloody saliva, and another unlucky man from the armored group was recruited. The skinny British said with disgust and disgust: "See you tomorrow, remember, the loser apologizes and compensates you." For the other party's medical expenses, I will teach you how to shut your mouth, and knock out all your teeth by the way."

(End of this chapter)