radicalducati Chapter 254: Troop Children
Chapter 254: Troop Children
Zhou Weiguo was lying on a hospital bed, his right leg in a cast hanging in the air. The door to the ward was pushed open, and three teenagers in old military uniforms walked in.
"Weiguo, what happened to your leg?" The leader, Li Yuanchao, frowned as he looked at the plaster. He was the son of the military district chief of staff and grew up playing with bullet shells at the shooting range.
"I was beaten by the hooligans near Red Star Middle School." Zhou Weiguo clenched the bed sheet, his eyes burning with anger, "Jianjun, you have to help me! Those scumbags from the work-study school..."
"Those from the work-study school dared to touch our brothers. Who gave them the courage?" Behind Li Yuanchao, Zhao Dayong, who was short and strong like a small tank, punched the bedside table, causing the enamel pot to clang.
Three days later, in the evening, Banggeng and his men were dividing the spoils in the classroom of the work-study school - they had just "taken over" the cafeteria of Red Star Middle School yesterday. Wu Dacheng was counting the food coupons when he suddenly heard a loud noise as the iron door of the factory was kicked open.
More than 20 young men in military green rubber shoes filed in. The leader, Li Yuanchao, held a military belt in his hand, and the metal buckle shone coldly in the setting sun.
"Who is Jia Geng?" Li Yuanchao's voice sounded like he was training new soldiers.
Banggeng stood up with his eyes narrowed, and the blade of the switchblade in his hand "clicked" and said: "Your grandfather is here."
The armed belt suddenly came over like a venomous snake, and with a "snap" sound, a bloody mark was left on Bang Geng's face. Li Yuanchao sneered: "I heard you are quite arrogant? Do you know whose family you hit?"
Before Banggeng could react, more figures suddenly appeared from all directions of the classroom. These children from the military compound had extremely high tactical literacy. Some blocked the door, some occupied the window, and in a blink of an eye, they surrounded Banggeng's people.
"Fuck you!" Liu Chong had just raised the brick when Zhao Dayong knocked him down with a sweeping kick. The army kids were quick and fierce, hitting the joints. The gangsters from the work-study school were not to be outdone, and they had been fighting for years, so they could endure and resist.
Bang Geng was kicked in the stomach by Li Yuanchao again and knelt on the ground retching. He was horrified to find that the other side even fought like a military exercise - three people in a group, attacking and defending in coordination, and all his people were knocked down in five minutes.
"With just this little ability, you dare to claim to be the king?" Li Yuanchao lifted Banggeng's chin with his belt, "Zhou Weiguo is my childhood friend, I protect him." The metal buckle gently tapped Banggeng's swollen face, "Now you know you've hit a brick wall?"
"Why are you so arrogant? Aren't you just relying on your numbers to launch a surprise attack? I don't accept it!"
"Didn't you rely on your numbers to launch a surprise attack last time? If you don't accept it, I'll beat you until you do." Li Yuanchao waved his armed belt and whipped Banggeng's body and head continuously. Although Banggeng was wailing and rolling around, he was too tough to beg for mercy.
"Okay, you're still a decent guy. Since you're not convinced, let's make an appointment. Meet at the foot of the old city wall at 34pm on Sunday."
Banggeng curled up on the ground and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva: "How many people can I bring?"
Li Yuanchao sneered: "It's up to you! But..." He suddenly stepped on Banggeng's hand and said, "If you lose again, your Dongfeng Combat Team will be disbanded on the spot! When you see people from our compound in the future, avoid them!"
After the soldiers left, Liu Chong dared to crawl over and hold the stick: "Brother Dao, we... we really want to fight with them?"
Bang Geng shook off his hand, stood up shakily, his eyes flashing with ferocity, "Go and call up all the people in the work-study school who can fight! Tell them to find friends, and as long as they show up, each person will be given fifty cents. If they can beat these people from the military compound, I'll give them another dollar. Whoever can beat Li Yuanchao and his leaders, I'll double the money. A big reward will bring brave men. I don't believe we can't beat them. I can beat them with money."
At noon three days later, a hundred or so people had gathered at the foot of the old city wall. The soldiers were all wearing green military clothes and many of them had military belts on their waists. Li Yuanchao was demonstrating tactics with several soldiers from the compound when he suddenly heard a commotion.
I saw Bang Geng leading a group of people. After careful counting, there were more than two hundred people. The first twenty or so were clearly not teenagers. They looked to be around twenty years old. These young people followed behind Bang Geng, giving him a great sense of security.
Banggeng was holding a cigarette in his mouth, squinting his eyes as he looked at the troops in the military compound opposite him. The twenty or so young men behind him were particularly eye-catching - they were all notorious troublemakers in the area, sneaky and cunning on weekdays, but good at fighting.
"Brother Dao, everyone is here." Liu Chong came over and whispered, "As you said, I'll pay half of the deposit first. But..." He glanced at the crowd behind him, "These people are hard to manage, don't..."
"What are you afraid of?" Banggeng spat out his cigarette butt, took out a dozen big unity bills from his pocket and shook them, "Money makes the world go round!" He turned around and jumped onto a broken wall, shouting at the top of his voice: "Brothers! Whoever knocks down a man in military uniform today will get an extra fifty cents! If you can knock down Li Yuanchao--" He deliberately dragged out the tone, took out a ten-yuan bill and held it high, "This money is his!"
The crowd was in an uproar. The young men in their twenties were all shocked—they only earned a little over ten yuan a month doing odd jobs.
Li Yuanchao's side also started to stir. Zhao Dayong spat: "Damn, this guy is playing dirty tricks!"
"What are you afraid of?" Li Yuanchao straightened his belt, "It's just a mob." But he was also worried - the number of people on the other side was more than twice theirs.
Bang Geng saw the right moment, picked up half a brick and threw it at them: "Fuck them!"
More than 200 people rushed to the army children like a tide. The 20 or so young workers rushed to the front, swinging steel pipes and wooden sticks to hit anyone they saw. Although Li Yuanchao's men were well-trained, they could not withstand the opponent's large numbers and were soon dispersed.
"Catch the leader first!" Li Yuanchao led a few good fighters to rush to Banggeng, but was blocked by three young workers. One of the men with a fat face grinned and said, "Ten yuan is mine!" He picked up a shovel and hit him.
In the melee, Bang Geng saw Zhao Dayong being beaten to the ground by five or six thugs, and Zhou Weiguo had already squatted in the corner with his head in his hands. He walked towards the lone Li Yuanchao with a grim smile, the iron rod in his hand flashing coldly.
"Aren't you crazy?" Banggen hit Li Yuanchao on the back with an iron rod, "Is the military compound so great?"
Li Yuanchao groaned and hit Bang Geng in the ribs with his backhand elbow. The two wrestled and rolled into the stinking ditch nearby. Bang Geng got mad and grabbed the broken glass in the ditch and stabbed him in the face. Li Yuanchao barely avoided it, but his belt was pulled off by Bang Geng.