Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 1031 Conflict Escalation

"You bastard!" Asanogawa was furious and punched Kobayashi Tanaka in the face. "I'm going to kill you!"

Kobayashi Tanaka staggered back, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but he had a creepy smile on his face.

He suddenly jumped up and grabbed Asanogawa's left hand - the hand holding the gun.

"You--" Asanogawa's pupils shrank sharply.

"boom!"

The crisp sound of gunfire exploded in the night sky.

Kobayashi Tanaka's white shirt was instantly stained red with blood. He staggered back two steps, and his face turned as pale as paper in an instant.

"Oh my God! They shot! Mr. Kobayashi!" Screams of terror broke out in the crowd.

Kobayashi Tanaka bent down with all his strength and picked up the fallen trumpet with trembling hands. Blood dripped down his shirt, forming a glaring red on the ground.

"Everyone..." His voice was weak and trembling, but still clearly spread throughout the square, "The people of Pu Yu... want to kill me... They want to stop me from telling the truth..."

"No!" Asanogawa took a step back in horror. At this moment he finally understood Kobayashi Tanaka's intention.

"Help! They want to kill people to silence them! They are beasts!" Angry roars came one after another.

Kobayashi Tanaka staggered on the railing and continued shouting in a hoarse voice: "They...are afraid that I will reveal how they threatened Mr. Fujita...Afraid that I will tell their crimes..."

Blood continued to flow out of his wound, but his eyes were unusually clear, and there was even a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it! They're shooting! We can't let them succeed! Go up! Save them!"

The crowd was in a frenzy. The angry people rushed towards the platform like a tsunami, and any resistance seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

The Public Security Bureau's defenses collapsed under the huge impact.

The shields in the hands of the soldiers were overturned by the angry people, and the crowd rushed towards the platform in an unstoppable manner like a flood that broke through a dam.

“Quick! Call the medical team!” Asanogawa roared, “We must not let him die! He knows the truth!”

Several medical staff immediately rushed to the platform and frantically tried to stop the bleeding of Kobayashi Tanaka. But Kobayashi Tanaka used his last bit of strength to raise the bloodstained trumpet to his lips again: "Look... they are starting... to attack the unarmed civilians..."

Before he could finish his words, he fell into a coma.

Asano gnashed his teeth and turned to Changhui Yuta: "We can't go on like this! Use tough measures to suppress these mobs!"

Chang Huiyongtai's eyes flashed, and he immediately ordered into the intercom: "Everyone listen up! Give up restraint! Use necessary force! Repeat, you are allowed to use necessary force!"

The soldiers of the Public Security Bureau seemed to have been waiting for this order for a long time. Their eyes suddenly became fierce, and they raised their batons and began to swing at the people mercilessly.

"Bang!" With a dull sound, a young demonstrator was hit on the head by a baton and blood gushed out immediately.

"They're beating people! You beasts! Fight back!" Angry roars broke out in the crowd.

I don't know who threw the first stone, followed by more bricks and sticks. Some people in plain clothes suddenly rushed out of the crowd and began to organize the people to fight back. Their actions were obviously trained and coordinated, and they were obviously prepared in advance.

"Down with the thugs! Avenge Mr. Kobayashi! Rescue the hero Fujita!"

The blood was particularly glaring in the moonlight. The sound of batons hitting sticks, screams and angry roars intertwined into a creepy symphony.

"Stop! Everyone stop!" Fujita Ying shouted at the top of his lungs, but no one paid any attention to him. Once the seeds of violence are sown, they can never be taken back.

Changhui Yuta's expression became more and more ugly: "These instigators... are clearly professionally trained! They are organized and premeditated!"

Asano Gawa stared at the skilled "plainclothes" on the battlefield, with cold sweat running down his forehead: "These people... are from the Mitsui family! They have been lying in ambush in the crowd, waiting for this moment!"

The sirens of ambulances pierced the night sky, and more and more people fell in a pool of blood. This carefully planned demonstration completely turned into a bloody violent conflict at this moment.

"Catch those leaders!" A security chief waved his baton and led a dozen soldiers into the crowd. His target was a few "plainclothes officers" who were constantly inciting the crowd.

"Brothers, don't be afraid!" The leading "plainclothes" shouted and quickly directed the people around him, "Pick up all the stones and sticks on the roadside! Form a human wall to protect the people behind!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen agile young men rushed out of the crowd and picked up the weapons on the roadside in unison. They worked in perfect harmony, forming groups of three and fanning out to protect the ordinary people behind them.

"Bang!" A baton hit the leader, but the other party blocked it deftly with a wooden stick. The man swept back with his hand, forcing the team leader to retreat again and again.

"Come on!" the squad leader roared, signaling his men to surround them.

But those "plainclothes" were obviously professionally trained. They dodged and dodged in the shadows of street lamps, and their sticks and stones were fierce.

A soldier just raised his baton when he was hit on the wrist by a flying stone and the baton fell to the ground.

"Charge!" someone shouted.

The two sides immediately engaged in a melee. The batons and wooden sticks collided, making a crisp "crackling" sound. Someone was knocked to the ground, but was immediately pulled up by his companions.

Blood splattered in the moonlight and screams rang out one after another.

A "plainclothes officer" was surrounded by three soldiers. He rolled on the ground to avoid the sweep of the baton, and at the same time grabbed the gravel on the ground and threw it at the nearest soldier.

The soldier was unable to dodge and was hit in the face by the stone, and blood immediately gushed out.

"Protect the masses! Down with the thugs!" Shouts and cries of killing rang out one after another.

The squad leader seized the opportunity and swung his baton directly at the back of the leader's head.

But the other party seemed to have eyes behind him, and suddenly turned sideways, grabbed his wrist and twisted it. The captain felt pain, the baton slipped out of his hand, and he was thrown over the shoulder and fell heavily to the ground.

“These people… are professionally trained spies!” The team leader lay on the ground, his eyes full of shock.

In the chaos, a soldier accidentally hit an old man with his baton. Suddenly someone shouted: "They even hit the elderly!" This sound was like adding fuel to the fire, and more people joined the battle, and the scene was completely out of control.

People and horses were thrown to the ground, shouts of killing shook the sky. Under the light of street lamps, weapons were brandished and figures were tumbling everywhere.

The ground was stained red with blood, but no one retreated and the battle became more intense.