Siyu nodded, and then reluctantly left.

Qiu Peng lay on the sofa, and fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long it took, Qiu Peng was suddenly awakened by the sound of a gong.

A burst of gongs and drums came from the street, accompanied by a person's shouting: "The southern barbarians are coming, they are coming, everyone is going to help." ”

Then, I heard a commotion. The streets were noisy, and the shouts of different volumes fluctuated in the distance. The sound is far and near, a únlun.

Qiu Peng was shocked and hurriedly stood up. At this time, it was completely dark, a table lamp was on in the hall, and there was a sound of footsteps, and it was Piao Piao and Lele who heard the noise and ran out in a panic.

While panting, he covered his mouth with his hand and looked at Qiu Peng with a panicked look.

"What's going on?" all three asked at the same time. Then it was relatively uneasy.

Qiu Peng said: "I'll go out and have a look." Seeing Piao Piao and Linglong's scared looks, knowing that the two of them were alone at home, they were naturally very scared when they were in such a state of war.

Qiu Peng comforted: "Don't be afraid. It's going to be fine. I'll be back soon. ”

The two men nodded. Qiu Peng hurriedly left home and went to the street.

Tonight is the night of the full moon, and the silver moonlight sprinkles down, painting the dark night méng with a mysterious è color.

The figures on the street were in a hurry, looking at many figures coming and going from far and near, and they were all panicked. I don't know what they're doing.

In the distance, boiling shouts came and went, and the whole city seemed to be boiling a pot. Farther away, several flames rose high, reflecting the red night sky.

From time to time, groups of people with torches, poles, kitchen knives and other weapons walked by.

Qiu Peng grabbed one of them and asked, "What's going on?"

I heard that the southern barbarians rebelled and killed many of our Féi brothers. Hurry up and help!" After the man finished speaking, he forcefully broke away from Qiu Peng's hand and left in a hurry.

Qiu Peng couldn't hear the point, and the place where the fire broke out and the place where the most únlun was held seemed to be the place where the godly meeting was held tonight.

At this moment, a man ran over panting and with blood on his face. It's the opposite direction that most people go.

Qiu Peng grabbed him and asked, "What's the matter?"

The guy gasped twice, covered the wound on his head, and was shocked, and then said: "Worship the gods, the fight has started, natives and barbarians. There are tens of thousands of people. It sucks. Many people were killed. Many were trampled to death. Luckily, I was on the edge of the square and ran out. ”

Qiu Peng thought of Siyu who went to participate in the Worship of God Conference, but he was also anxious, and he didn't want to ask again, let go of the person, and turned his head and ran towards the venue of the Worship God Conference.

The further south you go, the more people there are.

Most people were hurrying towards Luoyue Temple Square, and there were many people standing on the street watching the wind.

A few streets further on, the situation in únlun is even more severe.

It has begun to approach the southern tribal settlements. Occasionally, one or two of the dwellings along the street belong to the southern tribesmen. Therefore, under the light of torches and moonlight, a large number of people could be seen fighting each other, throwing bricks and tiles at each other, and Qiu Peng did not realize it, and walked through the cracks in the crowd.

It doesn't matter if it's the people of Féi or the southern tribes. I don't care about the bricks flying overhead. At this time, he rushed over.

Crossing another street, there was no one on the next street, but the ground was full of heads, tiles, and even a few shoes. The whole street of black steeds. There were only three or four old and weak fù孺 standing at the mouth of the mén mouth iǎ heartily watching. Probably because of the shift of the battle line, this place became the rear, attracting young men to other places.

At this time, Qiu Peng saw more than a dozen people dressed in mercenary costumes, holding knives and guns, each carrying a big burden. Very few of the citizens who fought had regular weapons, and many of them just picked up a flat pole, a kitchen knife, or even a pole or a face pin, or an iron pot, and rushed out.

Therefore, seeing that these dozen people were all holding spears and swords, it was extremely abrupt at this time.

I saw that the dozen or so people came to a mén and shouted: "Long live the people of Féi City!

As he spoke, he kicked the big mén away and rushed in, and a dozen people cheered and shouted, accompanied by the pleading and screaming in the courtyard, and after a while, I saw these dozen people rushing out again, and the burden on each of them seemed to be a little heavier.

The dozen or so people took a few steps forward, and saw a large family in front of them, which looked quite imposing. There stood an old man at the mouth of the mén, with his teeth falling out, his hair all white, and he looked a little sluggish. He was looking at them with some confusion.

The mercenary at the head waved the long sword in his hand, and said, "Kill all the southern barbarians!" and rushed towards the old man. The old man hurriedly said, "I am from Féi City, not a Southern Barbarian. The leader of the lead was stunned, and looked up at the big mén, which had a lantern hanging on it, but there was no evil amulet. The southern tribes believe in the gods, so there must be items to ward off evil spirits in front of the mén, and the natives of the city of Féi like to hang lanterns in front of the mén. This is exactly the sign that you can score points by merit.

When the leader saw that there was a lantern in Mén's mouth, and sure enough, it was a native of Féi City, so he waved his long sword again and shouted in a louder voice: "Long live the Southern Barbarians!"

Qiu Peng sighed, everywhere, and continued to run forward without stopping. The whole city has gone crazy. It was a good opportunity for those ruffians to take advantage of the fire and rob.

It was easy to run to a crossroads, and saw that in the middle of the crossroads, a chengguan team was guarding there with clear banners.

Qiu Peng breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the situation was still under control.

Song Siming set up a lot of fixed sentry posts near the southern tribal settlements. For the current situation, it will definitely be able to play a great role in stabilizing the situation.

Qiu Peng walked to the crossroads, but was startled. It turned out that the street that was horizontal, less than ten zhang away from the guarding chengguan iǎ team, was crowded with people from únlun. It's ten times more than the place just now. The thirty-man chengguan team stood in the middle of the crossroads. And on either side of them, at both ends of the long street, it was crowded, and all of them were people. It looked like there were about a thousand people on each side. On the left, one look at the costume, you know that it is a native of the city of Féi. The one on the right, the short ù short sleeve, and the lù out arm, are all from the southern tribesmen. The two sides are gritting their teeth and facing each other.

It turned out that this crossroads was the boundary between the southern tribes and the local Féi people. Under the dotted torches, the flat poles are lined up, and the kitchen knives are numerous, and it seems that it is the time when the conflict is about to break out.

The chengguan team squeezed into the open space between the two teams, helpless like a lamb on the way, and as if an ant about to be swept away by the torrent.

At this time, I don't know who shouted: "Kill all the southern barbarians!" The entire long street immediately resounded with an earth-shattering shout. The two sides rushed face to face like water.

Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters

The poor féi city iǎ team was sandwiched between two teams of angry crowds, and they were about to be swallowed up by the angry crowd, and there was not even a bit of scum left to step on.

The angry man is getting closer and closer, and you can already see the beastly eyes twinkling in those bloodthirsty eyes.

The hands of the chengguan with knives and guns began to tremble, not knowing whether it was fear or the tremor of the ground beneath their feet.

With a "dang" sound, the knife in the hand of a chengguan fell to the ground. This voice seemed to wake up all the chengguan, and everyone shouted in unison, scattering in all directions, as if they were rats that were coming to disaster, fleeing for their lives at the last moment when they were flooded.

This scene, Qiu Peng, who watched it, was dumbfounded. Further on, there are more and more people, and the battle becomes more and more intense. It was almost impossible to find an open space to settle down again, and there were boiling crowds everywhere. Even the rooftops on both sides of the long street were full of people, constantly throwing bricks and tiles downward.

(To be continued, please visit wèn for the latest chapter.)