In front of the Sanyuan Pavilion, there was a crowd of people and silence.

At this moment, people understand that when the matter comes to the time to lift the cards, the medical hall is closed, and it is impossible for Miaoyinmen not to send someone forward, as for who is coming, whether it is a fight with Lord Xiao, whether it is a peace, a victory or a defeat, no one can predict.

It was full of people, idlers, gangsters, and angry people, but for some reason, the situation that should have been a big fuss did not appear, and thousands of pairs of eyes were fixed in the direction of the infirmary, and no one would speak.

"What the hell is going on?"

Among so many people, Han Cheng is the most nervous one; Five Wolf Mountain is already short of manpower, and he is the only one of the Lin people present, if something happens to Mr., Han Cheng doesn't know how to deal with him, how to live.

"What a fart, sir, if something happens, who can live. ”

After half a fragrant time, Han Cheng put aside his distracting thoughts, ordered his subordinates to circle an empty space around him, and shouted: "The official family investigates the case, and no one else retreats, and the offender will be punished with the same crime!"

Several regular servants were so frightened that they followed Wu Zhong and looked around, their waists and legs trembling, and they couldn't take a step. They had already seen that the leaders of the Seven Sects were coming from all directions at this time, plus those who heard the news, there were no less than 10,000 people at the scene.

In fact, the people present at this time were still small characters, and they were not involved in the Seven Sects, but for ordinary errand officers, it was not something they could face if they picked up any random ones here, let alone those behind the scenes.

Counting the wild people sent by the Five Wolf Mountain, the official family is only six hundred when they are full, if this is a trouble. Not even a bit of scum can be left. Strength and prestige, the poor servants are used to seeing people and offering smiling faces. was suddenly helped onto the stage, not only could he not show off his might. It's even shorter than usual.

"No!"

The young savages didn't care about that, and the five hundred men shouted in unison, holding the unaccustomed ring ruler in their hands to drive the crowd around, like wolves chasing rabbits. In the special training of Wuwolf Mountain, Thirteen Lang and Zhong Dahai repeatedly instilled a concept to the soldiers: no matter who the opponent is, the momentum must be strong, and the opponent must be looked at with a domineering attitude, so that he can't turn over.

Regardless of the strength, I ate spiritual opium for two months. Even a pig can train a three-point tiger statue, not to mention that these barbarian people have a fierce temperament, and they are an elite army carefully selected from 100,000 people.

According to the predetermined strategy, this law enforcement was based on iron and blood, and there was no need to consider any humane mercy; the military order was like a mountain, and the 500 precept rulers waved wildly, crackling like whipping a group of disobedient pigs, and the miserable howls were stacked on top of each other, and the crowd was suddenly in chaos.

"Shit, fuck off!"

The pillars mingled in the crowd. The ring ruler slashed the head and face and slammed it on the head, completely as a horizontal knife swing. The disgusted crowd retreated slowly, and the wolf warrior picked up two long-legged blades and swept left and right, and a ghost cried wolf.

No matter how ruthless the snow thieves are, they can't enter the city. Not to mention wearing the official skin and making a grand official prestige, Zhu Zi knew in his heart that he might only have one chance today in his life, so he couldn't enjoy it.

"You're looking for death," a strong man from an unknown gang was slapped on his head. Immediately became ferocious and scolded.

"That's right!"

The pillar stretched out its large, fan-like hands. grabbed his neck, twisted his waist with his backarm, and exerted his whole body. Lift it above your head. That's just the most ordinary gang, relying on his height and strength and background, bullying ordinary people on weekdays, and even playing prestige on the heads of officials, how can he compare with the wolf warriors.

"Roar!"

Werewolves are werewolves, and they always like to roar like wolves when facing enemies, but fortunately, there is a string in the head of the pillar, and they don't howl like usual.

"Peng!"

Snowflakes and blood splashed everywhere, and the strong man was poured into the ground like a stone, his bones were broken, his body struggled and writhed in a pool of blood, and his whole face was crumpled.

"Ho!"

The brutal scene made the people around them collectively gasp, and they looked at the extremely murderous fake official with shocked eyes, and their expressions were terrified.

Many of the people present are gangsters of various sects, and they all have human lives on their hands, so their courage will naturally not be bad. However, there are two sides to the matter, and there is a difference between killing people and killing people; bullying and killing, in the final analysis, are just hooligans and ruffians, and they are majestic on weekdays, and when they meet a real iron-blooded military hero, it is like a watermelon knife encountering a military stab, and the roles of the two sides are completely reversed.

As for those people, if you say something that should not be said, the people are the people, and as long as you can get by, who is willing to take your life. They are not even as good as watermelon knives, and they are more powerful than the others when they make trouble, and they really see blood and die, and they all have weak legs.

If you have the courage to look at who you are facing, look at that guy, his body is as strong as a bear, and he lifted the big man weighing more than 200 pounds and rammed it to the ground, as if he had not done his best;

"The adults have an order, those who resist the law enforcement will be killed!"

The pillar can be singled out, and the brain will naturally not be like a companion, showing ferocity and not forgetting to put on a tiger skin for himself, and yelling: "Don't retreat!"

"Stand down!"

Five hundred people shouted in unison, and the sound shook the long street.

The crowd surged backwards with a thud and retreated much faster than they had come, and hundreds of gangsters who had not received clear instructions were left behind, staring around in a daze, hoping to get instructions as soon as possible. However, those who can give them instructions are at a loss at the moment, and they are hesitant to know what to do.

This incident was too sudden, and the Seven Sects knew that the official family had the intention of provoking Miaoyinmen, but they didn't know or imagine that Mr. Xiao made such a big move, and he didn't care about his face at all and broke into the door and closed the hall. So much so that the people present now are still only some low-level minions, and they can't make a decision on the spot.

From the bottom of their hearts, no matter which of the Seven Sects thought that Lin Ruhai had the strength to contend with Miaoyinmen head-on, just as Thirteen Lang had predicted, when the conflict first broke out, their instinctive reaction was to help Sanyuan Pavilion first, not to let it be beaten to death with a stick. This kind of thing can't be said openly, Miaoyinmen has a lot of scruples about the Seven Sects, and the Seven Sects are afraid of it from time to time. Everyone knows that the other party is not easy to mess with, and it is okay to make it bad secretly. But don't get it out of your way.

In other words, the level of the people present at the Seven Sects must not be too high. Do things in a measured way, leaving a way out for both parties.

The judgment is right, the strategy is not wrong, but the execution is out of shape. Before the news of the closure of the museum was reported, the leaders present at the scene followed the instructions to obstruct the troublemakers and prevent them from intimidating the officials. Who would have thought that when the matter was a foregone conclusion, the people gradually stabilized, but the city lord's side suddenly turned his face and took the opportunity to make a big move. Re-establish royal prestige.

"What the hell is going on!" the crowd retreated, all with anger written on their faces. A lean man who had been beaten had a grim look in his eyes, and he wished that the leader would quickly order the maniac to drown those fanatics with a sea of people.

There were people all around him who asked their leader for instructions, but the poor leader was also anxious at this time, vacillating between retreating or rushing forward, and what instructions could be given.

"How do you know, get out!"

The people who can be leaders are somewhat knowledgeable, and they vaguely understand it in their hearts. If this situation is allowed to develop, I am afraid that the residents of the city will realize one thing again: Flurry City still belongs to the Lin Dynasty after all!

This is orthodoxy, an idea that should be deeply rooted in everyone's soul; Most people have forgotten who they are and who they belong to. But once this thought is resurrected, the imperial thinking will be raised. If you want to press it down again, it's not something that can be done overnight.

If you rush up. Isn't it inconsistent with the orders of the higher-ups? None of the gangsters understand that it may be okay to violate the laws of the land. Once you violate the gang rules, you will not be given the opportunity to be arraigned.

In the final analysis, the pattern is still insufficient, gangs are gangs, and they cannot compare with the army, let alone the state; the so-called leaders are just puppet thugs, who have no right to deal with them on the spot, and they are not allowed to display their knowledge.

With such a thought, the leaders of each sect all had the attitude that more things were better than less, and simply mixed in with the crowd and pretended not to be visible, allowing the situation to become a mess.

"Stand down!"

There were quite a few people who refused to retreat, both gangers and ordinary people, and seeing that the order was not carried out, the pillar's eyes glowed red, and Han Cheng's palms were sweating, and his expression was struggling.

The drive is not strong enough, but if he really orders to kill, he is afraid.

In a stalemate, the door of the medical hall opened silently, and Shisanlang walked out of the medical hall slowly, and the two men in black followed closely behind him with their arms hanging and their faces pale without the slightest blood.

"It's out!"

It can be regarded as looking forward to the main backbone, Han Cheng called the ancestor in his heart, and hurriedly ran forward to salute: "My lord"

"What's going on?"

Thirteen Lang frowned slightly, looked at thousands of faces of different colors, and those pairs of eyes with different expressions, and asked, "Why is it so messy?"

Han Cheng's face was flushed, and he was actually sweating on the cold day, and he said: "The people's feelings have changed, and their subordinates are driving them away."

"Won't you give back? ”

"Yes"

"Resisting the law and disrespecting is a capital crime, you are a royal guard, and you don't even understand this?"

"Subordinate"

"If you don't want to return, then you don't have to return. ”

Thirteen Lang looked around indifferently, waved his hand lightly, and said, "Qingdao, except for women and children, kill them all!"

"No!"

Before Han Cheng could speak, the pillar was the first to roar, throwing away the ring ruler that he had long been tired of, and drawing his knife with his backhand and slashing in the air.

The first human head flew into the air, followed by five hundred shouts, and swords swept around like five hundred mad tigers.

The howl suddenly became sharper, and the crowd was no longer as slow and leisurely as it had just been, and it was crowded and retreating in all directions like the ebbing tide. Behind him were five hundred wild people who had become angry, slashing their heads and faces wildly.

A genuine errand officer turned pale and quietly pulled Wu Zhong's sleeve: "Second master, what should we do?"

"What should I do? Forget who you are? Law enforcement!"

Second Master Wu raised his leg and kicked him aside, pulled out his knife and yelled: "Damn, I saw that they were not pleasing to the eye, cut it!"

(To be continued......)