Chapter 43 The End of the Wolf

(A new day is coming)

Zhang Bowen's pair of meat fists swam between the white blades, but it was like a vicious wolf wandering through the sheep. Originally, about half of the enemies retreated under his crazy attack. Originally, he had broken more than half of the serpent. Coupled with such continuous fierce attacks, Song Ziyang's men completely collapsed.

Seeing that Zhang Bowen killed his men so ruthlessly, Song Ziyang, who was surrounded by Lin Hongyi and others, desperately broke through the blockade and entered the regiment. At this time, several people tried their best to stop Lin Hongyi and other generals, and then were immediately shot to death.

Song Ziyang also licked blood with the tip of the knife and fought all the way to this point today. His face was full of blood, but he still tried his best to support the remnants. With the support of his iron and blood, more than a dozen loyal men gathered around him, but because the number of people was too different, the encirclement was constantly shrinking!

"Big boss, you go first! Let's hold on!" A subordinate with multiple knife wounds in his body said with difficulty, "It's not a way to go on like this! Keep the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood! Please go!"

"No way! You can't die either!" Although Song Ziyang has always treated the enemy viciously, he is affectionate with these brothers who have been fighting with him all the way. He looked at the only dozen brothers around him, and many of them were best friends who came out of the village with him. Originally, there were more than 40 such brothers, and only those who have died one after another over the years. Half, there were also a few on the burned bus just now. Looking at these fresh faces who grew up together, some of these faces were anxious, some were afraid, some were numb, and some were indifferent, but they were silently accompanying themselves to the end.

"Big boss, I've always been obedient to your words and have never asked you..." The man held a rolled-edged steel knife on his stomach: "I use my life, please leave!"

"You..." Song Ziyang, the iron man in the underground world, has never cried, no matter how bitter it is, but this time his eyes are really wet.

At this time, Zhang Bowen has leaned over with nearly 300 people. If he doesn't leave, he probably won't be able to leave.

When Huang Mao opposite saw this scene, he looked at Lin Hongyi and said, "Sister Hong, there are only a few of them left. Kill them?"

"Wait," Lin Hongyi sighed deeply when she saw this scene: "Do as the eldest brother said! Don't mess with me!"

Suddenly, I saw more than a dozen of Song Ziyang's remaining men suddenly burst into laughter. It was a kind of desperate, bold, and a wild laugh that looked down on life and death!

Lin Hongyi and others can't help admiring: This kind of opponent, good!

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Go!"

More than a dozen people laughed wildly and rushed to the dark enemy group! Their impact and blood did not cause any casualties, and then their bodies were decomposed by countless sharp blades. However, their suicide impact bought Song Ziyang behind him precious time. There was a gap in the encirclement, and he finally took the opportunity to rush out.

After running almost more than ten miles, Song Ziyang finally got rid of the pursuers behind him. He always thought that his physical strength was amazing, and he gasped like a bellows.

Panting and gasping, he spit out a mouthful of blood phlegm, and there was actually a bitten tooth in the blood phlegm!

"I, Song Ziyang, will not take revenge in my life, and I swear not to be a man!" Looking back on the tragedy just now, Song Ziyang's heartbreaking roar roiled on the empty road for a long time.

But he hates that he is injured in the mountain now, and he can't do anything alone, so he has to go back and reconvene the people first.

Although there were so many people, he was relieved for his brothers: "The main force of the other party is here. It hasn't moved at all. Then the family should be fine."

As long as I go back to cheer up and take my second brother and third brother to attack together, no matter what Pan Hongsheng and Pan Lusheng, we will cut into meat sauce together! Revenge for the dead brothers!

Song Ziyang, who was scarred, dragged his tired body to get a ride along the way. At this time, he could already see cars coming and going sporadically, but the driver of each car was so scared to hide far away from seeing his virtue.

He tossed on the road for a long time and didn't stop the car. Finally, an old farmer who sold melons kindly let him get into the car.

The old farmer drove an agricultural tricycle, with straw on the back and a cart of watermelons. Song Ziyang, a famous brand, was half lying on it. He looked at the tricycle with a black smoke and slowly drove towards Shijiazhuang.

I remember that he and his brothers went to the city for the first time, just like this.

At that time, the three of them couldn't make money to get married. Song Ziyang, who couldn't stand the loneliness, took his two younger brothers into the city with his parents behind his back. At that time, he was also sitting on this kind of agricultural tricycle.

This feeling of trembling was so exciting that day, but how heartbreaking it was at this time.

I would have known that it was actually good to have a round belly in the village at that time.

At least you don't have to be like this. You have to plan others every day to prevent yourself from being tricked by others, and you don't even dare to close your eyes when you sleep.

With a sigh, he lay on his back between watermelon and straw, and the sky looked at him silently, as if he was helpless.

"Young man, it's time to go down and go to the provincial capital!" The old farmer poked him gently: "I have to go to the farmer's market over there. Where are you going?"

"Oh, I should get off." Song Ziyang struggled hard, and the bones all over his body seemed to be scattered.

"Young man, don't blame me for the old man who talks too much," the old farmer opened his eyes wide and said with a little timidness, "It's better to do serious things and earn some emotional money! Live a comfortable life! Do you think that's the reason?"

"Thank you, uncle." Song Ziyang didn't say much. When he saw this old man, he remembered his parents who were still living in the countryside, and he couldn't help bursting into tears.

His father is a very principled and backbone person who disdains to spend his money and does not want to live with him.

He took out a lot of money and secretly stuffed it into the old farmer's cloth pocket hanging on the handlebars.

When he stepped on the land of Shijiazhuang, he felt that he had changed into a different person, and his whole body was full of energy.

This is his territory! And one or two hundred of his brothers, here he stamped his feet, and the ground trembled three times!

He didn't know that the phone had been left there by him for a long time, so he had to walk back step by step.

Although the taxis on the street wandered all over the street, none of them would pull him.

Some people don't know him and dare not pull him when they see that he is covered with blood; some people know him and know that he is not a fuel-efficient lamp and dare not pull him.

The former city overlord had to walk to his martial arts school.

At this time, it was just ten minutes late, and there was no one to welcome the martial arts hall.

"Damn it, I'm not here. These birds are not doing well!" Song Ziyang cursed in a low voice and walked in carelessly.