The scene had turned into chaos, and the thugs and hoodlums absorbed by Zhang Bufen were instantly stimulated by the sight of blood, shouting as they fled, making the scene resemble a market.
"Run, someone got killed!"
"Bad news, there are dead people, dead people!"
These guys ran frantically, though they were just thugs and hoodlums. However, their negative emotions quickly affected the soldiers under Zhang Bufen's command. As the saying goes, the troops were greatly agitated, perhaps this was exactly it.
"Damn it, they are shaking the troops' morale!" the Think Tank said helplessly.
"Think Tank, this can't go on, we have to come up with a good plan!" a little brother urged anxiously.
"Let's retreat!" Another blood-soaked little brother approached and said, "The enemy is too strong, they outnumber us, and their weapons are better than ours, if we continue, we will hardly have a chance to escape!"
