One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the men in southern Xinjiang, who were already angry, suddenly seemed to have found an emotional outlet when someone took the lead, and they also roared and threw their water bags and other objects towards the young man in white...

The scene was chaotic, noisy and chaotic, and conflict seemed inevitable.

In the past three months, these people have lived a life that is not as good as pigs and dogs, and it is impossible to say that there is no grievance and anger, and it only takes a small opportunity for them to vent this anger and grievance. Luo Xia's cross-era roar and declaration happened to be this opportunity. Coupled with the perennial living near the chaotic barren rocky plains, the folk customs of southern Xinjiang have always been quite strong.

He probably didn't even realize what this would do later.

So when the young man in white and the surrounding sergeants wanted to come over to stop it, it was too late, and under the shouting and killing of thousands or even nearly 10,000 people, the momentum had already become one, and even the predators who were used to seeing life and death had no idea for a while in the face of these civilians who suddenly twisted into a rope to vent their anger.

You can't kill them together, tens of thousands of people, who dares to give this order? And it's hard to get the first to die is yourself.

The roar of 10,000 people was so loud that the vicious threat of the young man in white or the fierce shouts of the officers became a floating cloud under the roar of the civilians who were getting more and more excited.

We are civilians, we are not slaves! Our shouts for human rights have even set the entire barracks in a state of agitation.

Speaking of which, the vast majority of the fighters are only civilian-born, and in the face of such shouts, how many people are willing to kill them sincerely?

However, looking at the scene that was getting more and more out of control, Luo Xia, who came back to his senses, broke out in a cold sweat and was afraid. If it weren't for the cooperation of the short boy and others around him, he would be miserable today, and it would be unreasonable not to be killed alive!

In the end, Luo Xia is just an alternative young man in peacetime with a little madness, and he hasn't taken the opportunity to raise his arms and take advantage of everyone's strength to raise his worth. The most important thing is that there are all kinds of powerful professions in this world, and if you have courage and no strength, you can only be bombarded into slag.

At this moment, when everyone was still immersed in the pleasure of venting anger and the ensuing desire for destruction, Luo Xia, who was still sober, pulled the short boy who cooperated with him very righteously, and directly lowered his body into the crowd.

Although the vicious gaze from the white-clothed evil boy behind him made him feel like a man, Luo Xia couldn't care so much, it was a big deal to turn around and wear the torn clothes on his body backwards, and then change his hairstyle, and pull the clumpy hair from the left to the other, anyway, everyone has a gray face, and even the original yellow and white skin can't be distinguished.

He didn't believe that the other party could find him with dust on his face in the vast crowd!

Besides, if the other party really finds him, it's a big deal that the fish dies and the net is broken, and it just ends this cannon fodder life with today and no tomorrow as soon as possible.

Luo Xia's face was gloomy, and he was thinking hatefully in his mind as he wandered through the crowd. In just one day's experience, the original reversed, extreme and fierce side of his personality gradually emerged.

The outcome of the matter did not go in the worst direction, this insurrection, which was not considered a riot, involved too many people, and a big war was imminent, if it was not handled properly, not only would the cannon fodder battalion be gone, but it would also greatly affect the morale of the legion. Therefore, even if the commander of the Angry Hammer Legion came forward in person, he could only follow the principle of not holding the public accountable and forcibly suppressed this matter.

But the frenzied battle can become a front-line army, the commander of the 50,000 regular army, is naturally a ruthless man, and he is a carrot and a big stick on the spot, while raising the food of the coolie battalion, he asked his soldiers to pull out a few thorns on the spot, and a few knives were split into pieces, causing the scene to be silent, and the terrible force that even the ground was split by the strength of the knife, and then a row of heads hanging on the door beam of the big camp, also deeply shocked all the troublemakers.

This made Luo Xia and the short boy Luoyang, who were hiding from a distance to watch again, churn their stomachs for a while, and at the same time they were half frightened, secretly glad that they ran fast, otherwise, it would be the two of them who turned into pieces of minced meat at this moment.

At the same time, this also made Luo Xia completely curious about the cultivation system of this world, the nameless soldiers under the Berserk Battle, the sword strength that burst out of his hands can actually cut the ground, it is really incredible, and I don't know what kind of grade the other party belongs to in this world.

Demon simmer, what kind of existence is it?

However, thinking about whether to cultivate or not was too far away for Luo Xia, and it was still a question of whether his little life could survive for three days.

But at the same time, some uneasiness in his heart became stronger. Previously, it was understandable that the Angry Hammer Legion had given up the favorable terrain and gone deep into the desert to fight a duel, but at this moment, looking around, Luo Xia had not seen the large war equipment he had seen in Shiwang Fort, nor did he see enough elites such as demon breeders.

It stands to reason that the Angry Hammer Legion, as one of the four major legions in Southern Xinjiang, should have a large number of professionals. There is not enough information, he cannot analyze the causes, but anomalous phenomena often mean that something bad will happen.

The worst thing is that he is just cannon fodder at the moment, and he doesn't even have anyone to communicate with.

"Dumb brother, thank you so much just now, otherwise today, my little body would have been explained there." After returning to the camp of the pioneer camp, the young man named Luoyang patted his chest with palpitations, and thanked Luo Xia sincerely with a face.

It is said that it is a camp, but how good can it be for slaves to live on death row? Broken tents, broken earth houses, and some earthen walls, just enclosing the school field in a corner of the camp is considered a camp. Luo Xia, Luoyang and Uncle Wang, who was tired and half dead, casually found a corner of a broken earth house that could block the wind, even if it was a dormitory for three people, as for worrying about the rain, there was no need at all... This is in the desert.

"Where, if it weren't for your cooperation today, brother, I would have died a miserable death, so we can help each other at most." Luo Xia is naturally not a completely heartless guy, and after being polite to Luoyang, he expressed his worries about being held accountable.

In the end, in Uncle Zhao's confused eyes, the two of them hid to the side and summed up, but they could only change the transformation type. The method is also simple, the hair that has long been knotted into a clump of hair at Luo Xia's suggestion, he himself has made an explosive head, and Luoyang has pulled it into a moxie gan hedgehog head, plus a thickened and blackened plaster, and then wears clothes like rags. It's simply non-mainstream plus pork to the extreme.

After a half-playful and half-serious toss, the sky was already dark, and the two people, who were not like people and ghosts, laughed at each other, and then also had a few sympathetic appreciation.

It's just that this guy named Luoyang is obviously a strange person who has escaped from low-level fun, and when the two are hiding in the corner of the wall and communicating, they are asking some strange questions about 'human rights, freedom, equality' and so on.

This made Luo Xia annoyed at the same time, and at the same time, he could only take out some doctrines and dogmas in the east and west, and flickered around. At this moment, he obviously knows what his actions today will bring to the world.

But overall, it's a joy to be able to meet a new friend when life or death are unknown. It's just that Luo Xia didn't feel satisfied because of this, on the contrary, looking at the gray face of the setting sun, he could still see that he was a little handsome and delicate.

Well? Delicate?

So he also found an opportunity unusually dirty, and after secretly touching Luoyang's chest, he spit out fiercely: "What's the matter, it is said that if you just cross over to the crisis, you will definitely reward a little sister who is in life and death and will never betray her attributes." Why did I do it for a long time, not to mention the little sister who warmed the bed, I didn't even see a woman's hair! ”

Fortunately, this dirty thought has no way of knowing, otherwise you have to fight him to the death. It can only be said that in the previous life, after the nature was suppressed by reality for too long, it broke out with the new life, and it was a kind of second-goods spirit that people couldn't look at directly.

Originally, this should have been a night without words, but Luo Xia almost didn't sleep all night.

Insomnia naturally stems from the experience of the day, which makes him very excited, always feeling that he has done something amazing, and he has an unstoppable feeling of excitement for such a colorful stimulus.