Return to 2001 to pursue dreams

The so-called five-on-five duel means that each camp picks five people and fights one-on-one until the last person is left standing. This kind of gameplay is very cruel in the local area. Most people really don't dare to play like this. The missing arms and legs of those who competed were minor injuries, and it was nothing new to cause fatalities. It is impossible for a person without strength to have a younger brother who can work hard, and the settlement expenses after death or injury are not a small sum of money, easily reaching millions. People who are willing to compete do it for money, on the one hand, and on the other hand, they also try to establish prestige in the competition, so that they can have their own place in society in the future.

Zhao Zhiqiang did not hesitate and accepted the challenge immediately. The two bosses returned to their respective camps and began to select personnel.

After he finished explaining the rules, Luo Jianqiang was the first to stand up, followed by Li Jie, and the boss Zhang Fugui was also eager to try. Liu Xin was about to perform life and death. All the comrades brought by Yan Gaoliang stepped forward and raised their hands to sign up. They were The old company commander shouted back sternly. Finally, it was agreed that Lao Luo, Yan Gaoliang, Li Jie, Zhao Zhiqiang, and Gao Hongda would play.

Luo Jianqiang relied on his old skills and lost his temper if he was not allowed to play. Zhao Zhiqiang is determined to stand out in Pizhou, and he must rely on hard power to fight. As for the remaining three people, they played based on their strength, although Boss Gao's face looked really miserable.

The first person to appear was Luo Jianqiang. His broad-backed sword was obviously sharpened, and the nine iron rings on the back of the sword rattled. This sword alone could give people a strong sense of oppression. The opponent was fighting a burly man. He stripped off his upper body, revealing his lumpy flesh. He was holding a bright samurai sword in his hand. Before he came on the battlefield, he took a strong sip of noodles. After a brief moment of confusion, he shouted and raised his hand. He grabbed the knife and ran directly towards Luo Jianqiang to chop him. Lao Luo waited patiently for him to get closer and dodged directly to the side. The big man's knife fell into the air. Before he could raise the knife again to continue chopping, his two forearms were shot. There was a crisp sound, and the back of Luo Jian's powerful knife directly broke his hand bones. It was obvious that Lao Luo was showing mercy. If the blade was facing down, this guy's hands could not be saved.

People who have taken drugs have no idea what pain is, and they are still trying to grab the samurai sword on the ground and continue attacking, but unfortunately they can't use the strength at all.

Lao Luo shouted to the opponent's camp very domineeringly: "Next!"

The remaining four people on the other side looked at each other in shock. No one dared to step forward. The first one to fight was the strongest, but he was defeated without holding on for a single round.

Lao Luo cursed contemptuously: "What a bunch of useless snacks! You can't even pass my old man's test, and you're still a dick?"

A strong man on the opposite side was unconvinced. He couldn't rush forward with a red tassel gun. He was obviously an expert. The tricks he performed with guns were dazzling. Lao Luo smiled contemptuously again: "Fantasy!"

When the spear stabbed at his chest, he didn't even try to dodge. He just swung the big knife across his chest and stabbed the wall directly on the blade. Several sparks burst out. The man wanted to draw the gun and come back, but he couldn't hold him back. To move, Lao Luo grabbed the other end of the gun with one hand and moved it behind him. The man was pulled staggering. Before he could stand firm, a big footprint appeared on his chest, and he fell straight to the ground. , just when he was about to play carp, Lao Luo's big knife was pressed against his neck. When an expert takes action, there are so many fancy moves, and he usually defeats the enemy with one move.

Lao Luo's disciples were the first to cheer, and everyone behind them also cheered like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

Lao Luo put away his knife and took a step back. The strong man across from him stood up, kowtowed, turned around, picked up the Hongying spear, and walked away without looking back.

Lao Luo stole the show this time, but obviously he was still not satisfied. He pointed at the remaining three people and said, "Don't say that I bully you, you three, come together!"

When Gao Hongda heard what he said, he couldn't help but worry. Lao Luo was seriously ill. If something went wrong, he wouldn't be able to explain it. So he walked up and said: "Two to three, come on!"

Unexpectedly, Lao Luo didn't appreciate it. He glared at him and said, "Junior brother! Your senior brother, I haven't touched anyone else for a long time. Please let me have fun again!"

Obviously these words stimulated the people on the opposite side, and they rushed up together with machetes. Judging from their momentum, they were obviously three desperadoes.

Lao Luo didn't hold back, and swung his machete at the person rushing in front from bottom to top. The man's machete was immediately bounced away, and his hands were shaking from the shock. Lao Luo tilted his body and dodged the machete of the man on the right. The machete struck the shoulder of the man on the left. Even if the twenty-pound machete didn't have an edge, it would still be fatal if it hit him. This guy's collarbone was cut off directly. The single blade sank several centimeters, and Bai Sensen's bones were exposed. Lao Luo pulled out the knife and pointed it at the last person. The person threw the knife away, turned around and ran away. He fell several somersaults in a row and screamed as he ran. Terrified.

This group of people had never suffered such a big loss in killing people before. The five most capable ones were killed instantly by a little old man in less than five minutes.

Zhang Goudan became angry and obviously unwilling to admit defeat. He shouted to the people behind him: "There are many of us! Let's go up and hack them to death!"

It's a pity that his words have no weight at all at this moment. Luo Jianqiang stood in the middle of the field and slowly wiped the blood on the knife. There were nearly a thousand people across from him, but no one dared to take a step forward. The villagers who came to join the crowd even began to retreat.

A motorized tricycle puffed out black smoke and drove up from behind the group of people. Two young men were sitting on the car. When they got close to the crowd, they used shovels to scoop up the coins in the car and scatter them to the crowd. The group of people suddenly When the pot exploded, someone quickly picked up the coins from the ground and put them into his pocket. Then more people joined in. The tricycle was scattering money while walking, followed by hundreds of people hunched over and picking up coins from behind. After all the coins were scattered , the people in the car started throwing banknotes again, and the banknotes fluttered in the wind. A group of chasing people laughed and chased, and had long forgotten the purpose of coming here. Who can withstand the temptation of money? Some people in this group picked up more and others picked up less. During the fight, many people got into quarrels and even got into fights. After all the money in the car was scattered, they found that it had run a mile away.

The only ones left on the river beach were Zhang Goudan and dozens of his diehards. Zhang Fugui waved his hand, and more than two hundred of his own troops directly pressed over. With their crushing advantage, dozens of their opponents were crushed. The individual was pressed to the ground and rubbed hard, and suddenly there was a cry of ghosts and wolves. With quick eyesight, when he saw that something was wrong, he immediately ran away. Those who did not react, after being surrounded by the crowd, could only hold their heads and roll on the ground, letting all kinds of things happen. Sticks, blades, and knives greeted him.

After an instant, Zhang Goudan was no longer arrogant, and all his brothers were lying on the mound, moaning and screaming.

The group of people who went to rob the money returned to the river beach and saw this miserable scene. They dared not stay. They quickly mounted their mounts and, like African wildebeests, raised a cloud of dust and disappeared in an instant. No trace.