672: Chapter 651: 672: Chapter 651: Swish, swash…
From the Yakuza’s side, dozens of guns imdiately rushed out.
Brother Long and Xiao Er, among others, showed no fear.
They exchanged glances, and over a hundred n imdiately retreated and once again vanished into the darkness.
Fujiwara Ichiro was sowhat lost for words.
These bastards had deliberately destroyed all the streetlights nearby and cut the power inside the buildings.
Now, they could only rely on their own few flashlights for illumination.
“Damn it, they’ve run away!” shouted the Yakuza n.
“Don’t chase!” Fujiwara Ichiro said coldly, “Wait until daylight, then let’s see where they can run!”
Just when Fujiwara Ichiro was about to order a rest, suddenly, a group of dark figures charged out, and the streetlights around the Yakuza’s position all turned on as they drew near.
“Kill them!” Brother Long charged forward, tightly gripping a 1.2-ter-long machete, completely frenzied.
“Kill them!” Xiao Er also charged from the side, and the two sides’ n quickly clashed.
The Yakuza n were weary and exhausted.
After all, they had traveled a great distance and it was now the middle of the night, when people are sleepiest.
“Damn it, we’ve been ambushed!” yelled the Yakuza n.
“Kill them!” Fujiwara Ichiro shed his coat and imdiately rushed forward with an East Asia Blade in hand.
One side was preditated, the other was reluctantly engaging in battle.
The two forces collided violently as the Heavenly Reversal Gang ferociously swept over the Yakuza, catching them completely off-guard.
Having just been shrouded in darkness, thoughts of sleep just beginning to erge, they were suddenly blasted with light.
It turned out these guys hadn’t destroyed the streetlights but had modified them all and taken control, even replacing the bulbs with high-wattage ones.
When the lights ca on, everyone was stunned, and their eyes went temporarily blind.
“Kill!” In an instant, the Heavenly Reversal Gang cut down more than twenty mbers of the Japanese Imperial Army.
The Yakuza n soon recovered from their initial confusion.
They were calm, composed, and Fujiwara Ichiro’s bravery also influenced them to so degree.
The Yakuza n swiftly organized an effective counterattack.
They gathered together, drew their East Asia Blades from under their clothes, and waving their large blades, they charged out madly.
The Yakuza was, after all, an international organization with its own selection and training of little brothers.
These n were not the small-ti hoodlums on the streets claiming to be Yakuza; they were the core mbers of the group, adept at fighting and killing, obedient to commands, and accustod to blood and cruelty and all sorts of adverse environnts.
“Show our Samurai Spirit!” shouted the Yakuza little brothers.
They imdiately charged out, swinging large blades in their hands.
The two sides collided fiercely, like hot and cold air eting, sparking a flurry of clashes.
The eting of hot and cold air typically results in rain or snow.
But when these two groups clashed, what fell was not rain or snow but blood, human blood, a ss of flesh and blood.
Throughout history, there have been instances of the few overcoming the many, but such cases are rare.
This ti was no exception to the rule.
Over two hundred Yakuza n faced off against more than a hundred from the Heavenly Reversal Gang.
Both sides were elites; the scene was rarely seen, and not one injured person wasn’t left dead in the streets.
Each was a warrior; they all brought forth their vigor and showed the tough spirit within.
Yet reality was reality.
Under the Yakuza’s frenzied attacks, the ranks of the Heavenly Reversal Gang slowly diminished, slowly dying, groups of n falling.
Brother Long and Xiao Er both grew anxious.
From over a hundred, their numbers had fallen to less than a hundred, and over thirty of their fallen Heavenly Reversal Gang brothers lay on the ground.
It was such a desolate sight.
“Brothers, hold on!
Roar!” bellowed Brother Long.
“Roar, roar, roar…” Their montum surged.
Leading the charge, Brother Long pierced into the enemy crowd like a sharp arrowhead, the dragon among them, his dominance and pride shining through.
He demonstrated his strength to his little brothers, showing them that if the big brother wasn’t afraid to die, what did they have to fear?
As expected, his little brothers’ spirits soared, and the Yakuza side felt the pressure.
Fujiwara Ichiro spotted Brother Long and sliced down one of the Heavenly Reversal Gang’s little brothers, then moved toward Brother Long, planning to finish him with a surprise attack.
“Catch the king first to capture all his n,” the saying went, so Fujiwara Ichiro decisively closed the distance, raising his East Asia Blade high behind Brother Long.
“Brother Long, watch out!” A keen-eyed little brother imdiately lunged toward Brother Long, swinging his machete toward Fujiwara Ichiro.
This move had the effect of rescuing Zhao by besieging Wei.
If Fujiwara Ichiro continued his attack on Brother Long, then the little brother could easily end Fujiwara Ichiro’s life.
However, obviously, Fujiwara Ichiro wasn’t about to risk his own life so easily.
He decisively turned his body and withdrew his East Asia Blade, simultaneously raising it high and chopping down on the little brother’s head.
Pfft…
Fresh blood and brain matter splattered simultaneously, just like a waterlon cut open.
Brother Long was instantly shocked, roaring, “Fujiwara Ichiro, fuck your sister!”
Brother Long clenched his teeth and charged at Fujiwara Ichiro with furious speed, exchanging more than a dozen moves.
Brother Long was completely provoked by the scene he had just witnessed; his eyes were bloodshot, like a maddened, enraged bull.
Click…
Their weapons collided viciously, sparking nurous sparks that were chilling to witness.
Fujiwara Ichiro laughed coldly, “You all deserve to die, you all deserve to die, go to hell!”
“Who’s dying isn’t certain yet, co and take my brothers’ lives!” Fujiwara Ichiro imdiately gritted his teeth.
While the fierce fight was taking place here, Liu San and others on the road encountered an ambush.
The Yakuza forces attacking North Kyushu had received Fujiwara Ichiro’s orders to slow down their sneak attack, as it was clear from the ambushes on the road that their landing on Kyushu Island had been detected.
So instead of letting them sneak attack North Kyushu, it was better to have them ambush halfway and hit the reinforcent troops.
This move was indeed effective, and the Yakuza forces ambushed Liu San and his n on the road.
Liu San and his n never anticipated an ambush mid-way and hence walked right into the Yakuza’s line of fire, getting beaten down and suffering a miserable defeat.
Over three hundred people were reduced to around two hundred, while the Yakuza only lost about thirty n.
“Fuck, how am I going to explain this to Zhi Xiao!” Liu San was extrely angry, gritting his teeth, dirty and disheveled, leading the remaining two hundred plus n to hide in the jungle.
Their trucks were destroyed by the Yakuza, and nearly a hundred bodies of their little brothers were lost.
The support troops were decimated as if they were stray dogs that had lost their ho.
“Brother San, we need to rush to support Fukuoka, otherwise if Fukuoka falls, we are going to be in a terrible situation!” the little brothers said one after another.
“Do you think I don’t want to!” spat Liu San, “Right now, the Yakuza are searching for us everywhere.
If we encounter them, we’ll face another storm of bullets.
Damn it, with the Yakuza’s firepower so strong, what can we do?”
“Alas, the Japanese have guns, and we lack these things!” the little brothers felt helpless.
“No matter what, we must break through the encirclent and support Fukuoka!” Liu San bit his teeth.
This gang warfare was as fierce as a real war, throwing everyone into disarray; they all sighed heavily.
Liu San stood up and said, “Brothers, follow and charge!”
“Yes!” In the jungle, the rustling of footsteps quickly faded away, leaving behind a scene of chaos.
In Fukuoka, the battle still raged on, but both sides fought bloodily and cruelly, holding on to each other for dear life.
The Heavenly Reversal Gang fighters didn’t hold back at all, attacking as frantically as ever.
The Yakuza had reservations; after all, they had families to think of, and when risking their lives, they needed to consider their loved ones and their parents.
Fujiwara Ichiro was covered in blood, with his white shirt now stained a bright red.
Brother Long was hardly better off, having taken a knife to the back and chest.
The heavy loss of blood made Brother Long feel faint.
“Hmph, you can’t hold out any longer!” Fujiwara Ichiro laughed heartily.
“Bullshit, your Grandpa Long will live to a hundred years old!” Brother Long bit down on his teeth, looking at the corpses of his little brothers around him, and the people writhing in pain on the ground with serious injuries.
Tears blurred Brother Long’s vision, but it wasn’t the ti to cry.
He wiped away his tears and said coldly, “All Yakuza must die!”
“Ha ha, then show so real skills!” Fujiwara Ichiro laughed heartily.
Brother Long gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and said, “Co on, this move will finish you off!”
“Chinese always talk big, totally lacking the sincerity of the Japanese!” Fujiwara Ichiro smirked coldly, “Do you know why Japan, as impoverished as China after World War II, developed into such an economic powerhouse today while China remains so poor?
It’s because your citizens lack integrity and the drive for advancent!”
“Bullshit!” Brother Long snorted coldly, raising the machete in his hand and swiftly slashing it forward as if it were a streak of white light.
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