Chapter 19

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Hit, hit, hit, beat them hard for me!"

"So what if they are Huang Fei Hong's disciples? We, the Shahe Gang, will still beat them up!"

"……"

Under the leadership of the gang leader, the members of the Shahe Gang instantly engaged in a fierce battle with the young men of the militia led by Rong the Butcher. The entire street suddenly became a chaotic scene of chickens flying and dogs jumping.

At this time, the gang members were not as restrained as those in later generations, who tried to avoid fatal blows to vital areas. Instead, they fought without any restraint, and even if someone died, the gang leader would step in to resolve the issue.

For a moment, the bustling street leading to the port and wharf area was in chaos, with the sounds of fighting and killing echoing through the air. Axes and long sticks were swung together, benches and fists danced, and cries of pain filled the air.

The roadside stalls were scattered by the two sides in the brawl, and the vendors, panic-stricken, fled far away, daring to be angry but not to speak. Passersby on the street also suffered, either being knocked down by a sudden punch or injured by a wooden stick or axe, lying on the ground and rolling in agony.

Seeing the situation, the shops on both sides of the street immediately closed to avoid trouble. Those who couldn't close in time hid behind the counters and chairs, trembling with fear.

In such a chaotic situation, there were naturally those who enjoyed the spectacle. They gathered in groups at both ends of the street, their faces full of excitement, pointing and commenting, cheering for both sides in the melee.

Those with a bit of spare money even sat in the window seats of the teahouse, holding a cup of fragrant hot tea, occasionally enjoying a few pastries, and watching the scene with great interest.

Rong the Butcher and the dozen or so young men of the militia were instantly caught up in the chaos, fighting with the numerous members of the Shahe Gang. Relying on their courage and a more reckless fighting style, they fought on par with the Shahe Gang members for a while.

Liang Kuan, the young man, was also quite loyal. Seeing that he had caused such a large-scale brawl, he joined the fight without a word, swinging his fists. Lin Sha tried to stop him but failed.

"Damn it!"

Lin Sha couldn't help but curse under his breath. He bent down to pick up a wooden stick that some unlucky person had dropped, and with a powerful kick, he charged into the crowd like a galloping horse.

"Scram!"

The wooden stick extended like a snake, blocking a chopping knife from the side. His other hand turned into a fist, and with a whistling wind, it struck the opponent's nose, causing the man to bleed profusely and fall to the ground, covering his face and screaming in pain.

Sensing a force coming from behind, he leaned forward, touching the ground with the wooden stick to avoid the sudden blow from behind. His right leg shot back like a spring, hitting the attacker's chest with a thud. The sound of a scream and several bone cracks filled the air, but Lin Sha paid no attention and continued forward.

Two more Shahe Gang members, their faces twisted in ferocity, rushed at him with weapons. Lin Sha didn't wait for them to act; he suddenly lunged forward, bent down, and swept his right leg along the ground. Two crisp bone-breaking sounds echoed as the two men fell to the ground, clutching their injured legs and howling in pain.

Lin Sha, like a legendary hero of ancient times, charged into the chaos with unmatched bravery and invincibility. No matter how reckless the Shahe Gang members were, they were all taken down by him in one move.

His left hand, wielding the wooden stick like a dragon, easily deflected any dangerous attacks from front or back. His right hand, whether in the form of a fist, palm, claw, or peck, and his legs, whether kicking, sweeping, stomping, or tapping, moved like the wind, leaving no one standing.

His Tiger-Crane Double Form Fist and Hongmen Kung Fu were used smoothly in the melee, becoming more refined and natural. Each move was accompanied by a faint sound of air bursting, as if he were about to break through to the next level.

He fought with great enthusiasm, his internal qi and blood seeming to boil and cheer. The unfortunate Shahe Gang members he encountered along the way were left lying on the ground, moaning and groaning, unable to fight back.

Such a formidable performance not only terrified the Shahe Gang members who saw it, causing them to scatter in fear whenever Lin Sha approached, but even the young men of the militia he had rescued from the encirclement were left with their mouths agape in surprise.

"Brothers of the militia, show your true skills! Have you forgotten all the military formations you learned in the army?"

Kicking away a Shahe Gang member who was attacking a militia member, Lin Sha wiped the sweat from his face and looked around. He saw that four or five militia members had broken free and were fighting the scattered Shahe Gang members around him. Anger surged in his heart, and he roared.

What a bunch of fools!

These guys were originally from the Black Flag Army's navy and were part of a regular military unit. In the Black Flag Army, they had undergone strict training and participated in many battles at sea, all of which had been tested by blood and fire.

Even if their fighting style was outdated in this era, dealing with a bunch of ruffians shouldn't be a problem, right?

However, they had abandoned their greatest advantage and engaged in individual heroism, fighting the Shahe Gang members one-on-one, which left them in a sorry state.

After Lin Sha's reminder, the militia members around him immediately reacted, forming a combat team of two in front and three in the back, as they had been trained in the army. Their demeanor changed instantly, their eyes sharp and their bodies filled with a sense of iron and blood, causing the Shahe Gang members to retreat in fear.

Once a military formation was set up in the feudal era, even the simplest formation was not something a gang of ruffians could withstand.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The five militia members roared in unison. The simple formation they formed was in motion, with two in front responsible for defense and three in the back for attack. Their wooden sticks and benches rained down, sweeping away the surrounding Shahe Gang members like autumn leaves.

The situation was immediately reversed. Behind Lin Sha and the militia members in formation, the Shahe Gang members lay on the ground, unable to stand.

Rong the Butcher, with nearly ten militia members, was fighting the Shahe Gang, which outnumbered them by two to one. Liang Kuan was engaged in a fierce battle with the ferocious Shahe Gang leader. If he and the militia members in formation joined the fight, they would immediately gain a decisive advantage.

"Remember, when we charge over, don't use your weapons on those ruffians. Use your fists and feet, got it?" Before charging, Lin Sha solemnly warned the five militia members.

Although the five militia members didn't know the reason, they couldn't help but nod in agreement, then shouted and charged at the remaining Shahe Gang members.

"Stop!"

But at that moment, an angry roar exploded in everyone's ears...