Firepower is king

A melee, extremely brutal.

In this melee, even the absolute master of guns has to fight with his fists. Including the highlight, there are countless sharpshooters here, and the ratio of snipers is surprisingly high, but the result is still not the same, old Beat people honestly and get beaten at the same time.

Gao Guang didn't know how many punches he had received, and he was already dizzy. Don't say that you can kill everyone with good skills here. It's all nonsense, because people are crowded and bumped into each other. As long as they don't fall, they will be kicked up. He punched his fists randomly.

However, although these people fought hard, they were still very restrained. Although the scale was rapidly and infinitely expanding, at least no one used any joint skills to break people's arms.

So far, no lives have been lost, but if things continue like this, it will happen sooner or later.

But there is one very important thing that no one cares about right now.

Why did this fight break out?

Gao Guang was dizzy and dizzy. He was punched in the face and felt dizzy. He took a step back and leaned against someone. Then he reached out dizzy and stabbed forward. He didn't know why. I feel like everything my fingers touch is wet.

"Ah! My eyes!"

With a scream, the strong man opposite Gao Guang covered his eyes, stumbling and being pushed around by the two people.

This scream made the melee suddenly seem to be still for a moment.

God is my witness, the highlight was really not intentional.

But he couldn't be in a daze at this time. Gao Guang lowered his head suddenly, and a bottle full of wine flew over his head and hit Dawson's face with a bang.

Dawson showed his bravery. He was hit by a wine bottle on the head, but he subconsciously reached out to catch the fallen bottle, then grabbed the bottle and hit an opponent next to him hard. head on.

There was a muffled sound, and another person fell, and this time he was bleeding directly.

"They touched the guy!"

"They used weapons!"

At this time, Gao Guang didn't know what was going on. He was 80% excited and 20% nervous, but he subconsciously yelled: "Ci'ao! You're copying me!"

The melee escalated again, with people now using whatever weapons were at their disposal, but just then reinforcements from the Fire Group finally burst into the bar.

"Boss!"

With the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong, the men of the armored group quickly fell to the ground under attack from inside and outside.

There was no place to stay in such a big bar. People were lying everywhere, but those who could stand were all members of the War Group.

Anyone who refused to lie down had to be beaten down, otherwise the fight would not end.

Dawson wiped the blood from his forehead, and then he panted: "Shet! We..."

There must be more than thirty people in the War Group standing, but there are at least more than a hundred people lying on the ground, including people from both sides. If the people from the Armored Group stop coming, then the War Group will win this fight.

But before Dawson could say anything, there were shouts and the sounds of fighting with thunder and bangs coming from outside.

Now the fight started outside, and when everyone was about to rush out to help, they saw at least a hundred people crowded and rushing.

Bad thing.

The people who stayed outside from the War Group were beaten down in just a moment. Now that a large number of reinforcements from the Armored Group have arrived, the fight can no longer be stopped.

No one wants to lose. They all have people who can fight. The key is that they all dare to fight. Baghdad is not a lawless place, but these PMCs are really lawless madmen.

Mike stood up from the ground. He shook off the blood on his hands, glanced at the enemy troops that were about to rush in a daze, and then looked at the people in the room and on the floor. He finally swallowed and said: " It’s really better than a team fight.”

Dawson pointed at the approaching opponent and roared: "Brothers! Fight!"

Dawson refused to give up. Even now, he still wanted to fight.

Gao Guang didn't feel any pain on his body. He was actually not a fearful person, and even though he had a gun in his waist, he had no urge to draw it out.

A real tough guy, he just hits people with his fists and pokes in the eyes are really accidental.

People inside the room rushed toward the door of the bar, and people outside rushed toward the door of the bar. The battle continued endlessly, and there seemed to be no end in sight.

At this moment, a group of people rushed over from outside the bar and inserted themselves into the flank of the armored group. Although they were few in number, they were caught by surprise, and then the armored group was divided into two sections. So Gao Guang, who was all ready to be beaten, miraculously continued to stand behind the bar door.

There was a man lying on the ground and said with difficulty: "Brothers, they are using a guy."

Who shouted this? People over there?

Don't worry about the person over there. Gao Guang wants to beat him to death. Doesn't shouting like this now add fuel to the fire?

Sure enough, as soon as these words were shouted, the people who had just joined the battle group immediately began to look for anyone who could be used as a weapon.

The high-gloss ones couldn't squeeze through. A group of muscular men blocked a doorway and were fighting selflessly. The high-gloss ones with thin arms and legs couldn't squeeze through.

Gao Guang glanced outside in a daze, and then he discovered that under the scorching sun, the sand-yellow Humvee had blocked the entire street. Countless machine guns were mounted on the vehicle, but the people in the vehicle got out of the vehicle. They started punching each other with their fists right next to the car.

If someone got excited and took a shot at the crowd, the scene would be so beautiful that I dare not even think about it.

There were also a lot of locals, and they were just watching the fun, and some were whistling, but the whistler obviously made a big mistake, that is, he could watch the fun like a monkey, but he shouldn't whistle.

The two men struggled together, and both men in military uniforms quickly separated. They pulled out the young man wearing a robe and whistling and beat him severely, and then the two continued to wrestle together.

This feeling is quite mysterious. People outside the window are fighting, and people a meter away are fighting, but they are standing in the eye of the storm with nothing to do.

Finally, the defense in front of Gao Guang was broken through. He was shirtless and silent, and Paul, who was beating fiercely, was hit in the head by a stool flying from nowhere, and then he fell on his back.

Highlight stepped on Paul's arm and pushed it up. Then he picked up the stool that knocked Paul down. As soon as he lifted it up, he found that there was only one stool leg left in his hand, so he knocked it down with a crackle.

Just then, the gun finally fired.

The gunshot was a signal, a signal of extreme danger.

The people who were fighting fiercely gave up immediately. They retreated without thinking. Then those who had guns quickly drew their guns, and those who did not have guns quickly retreated and started looking for guns.

Gao Guang pulled out his pistol in a flash, and then he almost fired, but he still didn't lose his mind. He just pointed the gun at the person opposite, but did not pull the trigger.

"Everyone stop it! Stop it!"

A man in military uniform stood on the bar counter. He had a pistol, but he raised the gun high.

"Are you all crazy? Stop it all! Otherwise I will send the military police!"

The man in military uniform was extremely angry, but he soon discovered that he seemed to have made a big mistake.

At least half of the people here were carrying guns. It didn't matter if he fired a shot to stop the melee, but the fist fight quickly turned into the largest PMC internal strife in Baghdad's history.

People outside and in the distance don’t know who fired the shot.

"Someone shot!"

Along with the shouts, those who were fighting with fists and kicks quickly separated, and then quickly raised their rifles, looking for cover one by one, looking for a favorable shooting position, while those on the street outside quickly climbed onto armored vehicles, climbed onto Humvees, and unlocked the machine guns. , hurriedly aimed at people from another company.

For a moment, the sound of the gun being pulled was loud and loud.

"I, I, I'm a Marine, I'm..."

The officer who fired the gun realized that a real battle was about to break out. After he stammered something urgent, he suddenly changed the subject and said, "You all put your guns away, stop it!"

The officer jumped off the bar and walked out quickly, shouting as he walked: "Don't be nervous, I fired the gun. Put your gun down. Don't get me wrong. This is just a fight, not a war. Don't be impulsive, you guys."

Dawson wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes. He knew he should clean up the situation, but he didn't know whether he was beaten or something. Now he just felt a headache.

My head hurts so much. How can I deal with this situation?

At this time, a well-dressed, thin middle-aged man left the armored group and walked to the door of the bar.

Dawson saw the man who dared to move. His mouth moved a few times and he wanted to speak, but he held back.

The thin middle-aged man looked at Dawson, and then he suddenly said: "Tell your people to put down their guns!"

Dawson spat bloody spit to the side. He probably did it on purpose. The spit hit the face of a person from the armored group. Then the man who couldn't move cursed angrily and with difficulty, raised his arm to wipe it. own face.

Dawson said with a provocative look on his face: "Let your people put down their guns first."

"Put the gun down!"

"Put down your guns!"

Seeing that the dispute was about to start again, the thin British man raised his hand and said: "Put down the gun, we are not barbarians! We are not cowards!"

Dawson was unconvinced. He waved his hand and said, "Brothers, put your guns away and let these sissies know what a tough guy is."

The leaders of both sides were here, so it would be easy to talk about defeating him. Dawson looked outside and said, "Send the injured brothers to the hospital. Let's go to our own hospital!"

The British pursed his lips, because the British did not have their own hospital in Baghdad. If they wanted to go, they could only go to an American hospital.

The thin British man stared at Dawson and said, "This matter is not over yet."

Dawson said disdainfully: "Come on, whatever you want, I will accompany you."

"Let's have another fight. One man from each side, one on one! Solve it in a man's way, and apologize to the loser."

Dawson said disdainfully: "One game? If you want me to say a hundred games, each side will send a hundred people, or else just do it, we will send a hundred people each and fight here to the end. Do you dare?"

"Three people, fighting three times, right here, the man is about to fight one on one, but you are afraid, you don't dare to challenge, right?"

Dawson said without hesitation: "It's right here. Tomorrow at six o'clock in the afternoon, we will be one-on-one. I'm going to beat you to the ground! Bah!"

Dawson spit out another mouthful of bloody spit, and another unlucky guy from the armored group was hit. The thin British man said with disgust and disgust on his face: "See you tomorrow, remember, apologize and compensate for the loss." For the other party's medical expenses, I will teach you how to close your mouth and knock out all your teeth."