nyslfriends Chapter 16 Chaos
Chapter 16 Chaos
Old Master Zhu was a wise and experienced man. Seeing that things were not going well, he immediately shouted "Run!" and led a few fellow villagers to flee.
Yang Silang didn't hesitate and ran away. In this kind of chaos, there's no point in showing off.
The porters were fighting, not like a professional army, and they didn't follow any formations or battle tactics.
It's simply a matter of having more people than you; if you can build up momentum, you'll win.
The Iron Gang is currently at the height of its power, and there are many of them gathered around the docks. Why would they hesitate to slip away like greased butter?
In the Sanshui Association, are there any rewards for winning a fight? Who is responsible if someone is injured? If you are injured by someone, will the association cover your medical expenses?
If you don't know anything, what's the point of fighting?
Yang Silang thought so, and the other porters thought about the same thing.
Therefore, the Sanshui Society suffered a crushing defeat. Although their numbers were not much different, they were like startled birds encountering a raptor, scattering everywhere, each one wishing they had two more legs.
He was running with the group when he heard a cry of pain. Wang Daniu cried out in pain, stumbled, and was hit by a flurry of blows.
Just as Da Niu was about to fall, a porter behind him, wielding a carrying pole, slammed it down hard on Wang Da Niu.
"Ah..." Da Niu exclaimed in surprise.
With quick reflexes, Yang Silang grabbed Da Niu, whose base stat of 120 was boosted by 20% from the inscription, bringing his strength to nearly 150.
Wang Daniu felt as if his wrist was being gripped by an iron clamp, then a tremendous force came, jolting him up and pulling him forward. His feet seemed to be floating on clouds, and he involuntarily rushed forward several steps, escaping the danger.
Zhu Ye, standing nearby, twisted his waist and thrust his carrying pole backward, aiming it at the eyes of the porter from the Iron Lever Association.
The porter's vision blurred as he saw the head of the carrying pole rapidly grow larger in his field of vision. Startled, he jumped back to dodge, wildly waving the carrying pole in front of him for defense. Naturally, he couldn't bother to fight Wang Daniu anymore.
"Thank you..." Wang Daniu was still in shock and could only utter one word.
He then realized that it was Yang Silang who had helped him up, and was now dragging him along with incredible strength.
It was Master Zhu who helped him out of his predicament with the carrying pole. Turning his head, he saw several familiar porters lying on the bluestone road behind him.
Among them was Xiao Jiling, who was beaten until his head was bleeding. He curled up in a ball, hugging his body, as countless big feet stepped on him.
Wang Daniu shuddered, unable to imagine the miserable state he would be in if he were knocked to the ground.
at this time.
Sanshui Huipaifang.
Slanted-eyed Song had already ordered someone to strike the gong.
There are several roads leading to the city from here, and there were originally many porters from the guild.
Upon hearing the gong, they knew something was wrong. They abandoned their goods and hurriedly turned back. Among them, a dozen or so figures were particularly swift, and they were the strong, hard-footed men from the guild.
Meanwhile, the porters of the Iron Lever Society, with unstoppable momentum, pursued the enemy relentlessly.
Yang Silang mingled among the defeated soldiers of the Sanshui Association and banded together with his fellow villagers.
He didn't care about the others, but if Da Niu, Er Hu, and Xiong Shan were attacked, he would lend a hand or use a carrying pole to help block them. Although Master Zhu was not as strong as the strong young men, he was still stronger than the ordinary men.
With the help of Yang Silang and several other fellow villagers, this small group repeatedly thwarted attacks from behind and escaped successfully.
Seeing his own troops suffer a crushing defeat, Manager Song, with a sidelong glance, was so angry he jumped up and down.
But the situation was such that, despite his frantic shouts to hold on, he was eventually lifted up by two servants and fled with the crowd.
The chaotic crowd fled backward for more than twenty paces before stopping when they were no longer pursued.
There were only about twenty people in total.
The Iron Gang not only occupied the dock, but also the original row houses of the Sanshui Gang.
Someone brought out the long table where money was usually distributed, and on it was placed a chair belonging to Song with slanted eyes. Lu sat on it and laughed heartily.
His porters even took down the Sanshui Society's banner hanging high on a bamboo pole. They were well-prepared, having brought a banner from the Iron Gang Society, which they were about to hang up.
If this flag is raised, the Sanshui Association will lose face big time.
With so many eyes watching from the docks, if you lose a fight and they take over your territory, how are you going to make a living in this area from now on?
Even the squinty-eyed Song's eyes were no longer squinting; they were wide open like copper bells, and he was so angry he looked like he was about to breathe fire.
at this time.
On the steps, the Sanshui porters who had run back to help also arrived.
First, a dozen or so men with hard feet ran back, and then another twenty or so people came running back down the steps. We couldn't reach the people further away, and they had no idea what had happened.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry..."
With a slanted eye, a tattered hat, and torn clothes, he jumped up and down in a panic, pointing at the dock as the hard-footed soldiers returned to help.
"Take it back! Take it back!"
"We can't let them take down the flag. If they do, how are we supposed to survive at this dock?"
Some people in the hard-footed Ding shook their heads.
"No, there are dozens of them on the other side, and they're very aggressive."
"We can't win with just a dozen or so tough guys."
"We need to add a few dozen more people."
Song glanced sideways at the remaining porters.
The group consisted of about twenty ordinary porters who had just run back from the steps. They hadn't been beaten, but they looked ahead with suspicion and fear, already intimidated before the battle even began.
The other group consisted of lucky survivors who had escaped all the way back from the dock. They were in a sorry state, still breathless, some with bloodied heads and completely distraught.
If you gather everyone together, you have enough people, but you lack the same sense of presence and energy.
While hesitating, he saw the Iron Gang members on the other side of the dock shouting loudly, their voices filled with smugness and arrogance.
The Ironclad Society's flag had already been raised onto the bamboo pole, fluttering in the wind.
Slanting-eyed Song was just bad, not stupid. He looked around and saw the surrounding merchants and pedestrians pointing and whispering. He looked at the Sanshui Association members with disdain.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes darted around, and an idea popped into his head. He put his hands on his hips and shouted.
"Beat them!"
"Gather your men and fight back!"
"Don't worry, the government will cover your injuries, and if you get injured, they'll provide for your recovery. Even if you're crippled, they'll take care of you!"
"Anyone who makes a move now will get an extra month's salary!"
"Take back the territory, and you'll get an extra month's pay; if you can drive those bastards out of the docks, you'll get another month's pay!"
"Whoever can hang our flag back up, I'll add five taels! I'll pay for hanging the flag!"
With a sidelong glance, Song changed the subject and threatened again.
"Anyone who doesn't dare to go, I don't care who you are, you can forget about making a living from the Sanshui Association from now on, that livelihood is gone today!"
With a sidelong glance, Song used both threats and inducements.
The porters' eyes lit up.
If there's money to be made, that's fine. Besides, if the other side really takes over the dock, we'll lose our jobs. We weren't united before, but now we're all working together as one.
"Let's do it!"
"Smash his grandma!"
"One fight is worth several months of hard work; this job was worth it!"
"Charge!" someone from the hard-legged gang shouted, leading the charge towards the dock.
All the porters suddenly rushed out with great momentum. It would be a fool not to make money. They were all sheep turned into tigers.
Just as the Iron Gang members had gained a foothold, they saw the Sanshui Gang porters launching a counterattack. Not to be outdone, Bazi Lü organized his men and charged straight at them.
boom!
The two groups of people collided immediately.