Qiu Peng finally squeezed through two streets and came to the wide square in front of Luoyue Temple.

The moment he just passed the corner, Qiu Peng was shocked by the "spectacular image" in front of him.

On the huge square, which is said to be the largest square in Lingyun Pavilion, and even in the entire martial arts, it is also ranked among the top three, the lights are brilliant, and the fighting cries of tens of thousands of people are mixed together, as if the sky is about to collapse. In the background, around the square, several high-rise buildings are blazing with fire. Thick plumes of smoke shot into the night sky, and the smell of burning was everywhere. The sky shimmered with a strange dark red.

It's not organized, it's a complete battle.

In the center of the entire square are dozens of southern tribesmen wearing fresh dance clothes, and around them are hundreds of men from the southern tribes, protecting them, and on the outer layer, there are the southern tribesmen and féi city people who have been cut into one iǎ block and one iǎ block.

All of them were like crazy. Someone is chopping, someone is crying, someone is screaming, someone is running away. There are countless people who were trampled to death like stones in the panicked crowd.

Qiu Peng raised his eyes and saw that there were about 2,000 gangsters in a corner of the square, using spears to resist the moving crowd and maintain a neat formation. In the middle of the team, Song Siming's banner was erected.

Qiu Peng was overjoyed in his heart and squeezed in that direction.

It took a lot of effort to cross the crowd, walk through the distance of more than ten zhang, and come to the front of the team.

Often it is not a few steps in the middle, and the people around him have changed from people from Féi City to people from the southern tribes, and they are about to be besieged, but fortunately, Qiu Peng has suffered a general blow, and he has used his strength to push the people around him away, and in a blink of an eye, he will rush over.

The gang in the front row was armed with spears, but instead of pointing their guns outward, they held their guns flat against the crowd that was constantly rushing here.

Originally, those southern tribesmen were still a little frightened when they looked at the bright knives and guns, and they all stood far away at first, but after a long time, they found that these gangs were just pointing their guns at them, and they began to be bold.

At first, it was just a few more courageous, pretending to be pushed from behind, involuntarily, coming to push the gangs, and then found that these gangs didn't fight back, and the courage gradually grew, and they rushed up, constantly pushing with their hands and stepping on them, although those gangs supported themselves hard and didn't let the formation take shape, but after a long time, they gradually began to be unable to support it.

When Qiu Peng came closer, he first grabbed a few guys who took the initiative to attack him and threw them out, and the others didn't dare to enter when they saw Qiu Peng so fierce.

But those gangsters didn't let Qiu Peng in. was in the middle of the turmoil, and Song Qing, who was in the middle of the team, saw him in a blink of an eye, and saw that he had said something to Song Siming, so he immediately walked over and waved his hand to let Qiu Peng come over.

Walking in front of Song Siming, he saw more than a dozen leaders gathered around him, all of whom looked wolf. Song Siming was even more slender. Seeing Qiu Peng, he reluctantly squeezed out a smile, nodded and said, "It turned out to be Lord Li." ”

Qiu Peng nodded and couldn't wait to ask, "What the hell is going on?"

Song Siming sighed heavily, snorted, and did not speak. Qiu Peng knew that he was in a bad mood, so he didn't care, and thought, it's no wonder, Song Siming's responsibility can no longer be run away. If it is not handled properly, the dismissal is still an iǎ matter, and I am afraid that there will be worries about my life.

Song Qing felt uncomfortable on the side, and said: "The specific situation is not very clear. We got the report and rushed over, and that's already the case. It seems that someone said that it was provoked by a group of mercenaries. They jumped on the altar of the god and teased the barbarians who danced the god dance. ”

The sacrificial assembly is very sacred and solemn in the eyes of the southern tribes, according to their understanding, only by serving God sincerely and seeking God's protection every year can there be a good life in this year.

And the few NVs who dance the sacrificial god dance are all selected by thousands of people, and the conditions are very harsh. If you are in NV, you must be under the age of 18, and you must be good-looking, slim, and more importantly, you must dance well. It is a very honorable thing to be selected to participate in the festival of worshipping the gods, and the young NV who is chosen will also be called the Holy NV during this period, and will be treated with special respect.

The mercenary did this, which was a violation of their taboo, which made the southern tribesmen feel that the whole tribe had been insulted by the strictest zhòng, and naturally the people were angry.

Song Siming snorted and said, "This time, I want to see how the old man is!"

He was talking about Fu Shan, the president of the mercenary union. Although both of them are biased towards the second son, due to the conflicts between the mercenaries and the Féi City Army, the two of them have each other's heart problems.

Qiu Peng raised his eyes and looked around, but saw Feng Lin standing in the back row of the leader's team, he didn't pay attention just now, seeing Qiu Peng's gaze, Feng Lin nodded slightly, but did not speak.

Song Siming's face was cold, but his actions were very violent. Constantly walking around, like a beast trapped in a cage.

Qiu Peng asked Song Qing in a voice, "How is the situation now?"

Song Qing said: "It's not good. The brothers we sent to patrol the area have lost contact. Now there are less than 3,000 people on hand. How's it going out there?"

Qiu Peng smiled bitterly, in this únlun, no one can effectively grasp the overall intelligence, and now it is Song Qing who comes to ask Qiu Peng about the situation.

Qiu Peng briefly recounted what he had seen and heard along the way, and finally added: "If the situation cannot be quickly controlled, it may spread to the whole city very quickly." At that time, it will not be easy to control. In addition, many people took advantage of the fire to rob, and some people pushed bō to add fuel to the fire, and the situation is not optimistic. ”

Song Qing listened with a worried face, but Song Siming stomped his feet even more irritably.

Qiu Peng said: "Brother Song needs to act early, and he will not be able to do it too late. ”

Song Siming snorted and said, "I don't know this, I don't know this! The death order given to me by the headquarters is that no matter what happens, the tip of the gun must not be pointed at the southern barbarians." You say, you can't hurt people, how can this situation be calmed?"

Speaking of this, a sentence burst out from between Song Siming's hateful teeth: "Damn Southern Barbarian!"

Only then did Qiu Peng know why these gangs were so "cultivated" and why Song Siming was so troubled. Song Qing said: "We sent people four times, respectively to the cabinet to ask for instructions, and to the headquarters to ask for instructions, but to no avail. The only brother who came back, even the mén of the cabinet did not enter. Said that the guards closed mén and did not let it. Because there was a lot of únlun outside, I was afraid that someone would take the opportunity to rebel, so I went into the cabinet. As for the adults at the headquarters, it is said that they have all been invited to drink, and there is not even a single person in charge. I don't know if it's true or not. ”

Qiu Peng was worried about Siyu and Lin Xue and others, and he didn't know what happened to them, and his heart was anxious.

At this time, there was a commotion outside, but it was those southern tribesmen who saw that they could not break through the formation of the gang by pushing and shoving, and began to throw bricks and stones, and many of the gang members were already injured.

The commander at the front was busy ordering the upper shield array. The large shields of Qi iōng height were connected to form a shield wall, and although there were still a lot of bricks and stones flying over, it was much better.

At this time, the middle of the square saw more and more únlun, Qiu Peng was anxious, and saw that there was a high-rise building not far away, which seemed to be a restaurant, and there were many people standing on the top of the building at this moment.

Immediately, two people reached out and pushed Qiu Peng's mouth, wanting to take advantage of his unsteady standing to push him down. Qiu Peng stretched out his hand to send it away, and both of them groaned, rolled off the tile, and fell into the crowd below. Even if you don't break in a piece of únlun, I'm afraid you will be trampled to death.

Qiu Peng regretted it slightly, and he couldn't take care of it, so he turned his head to look around, and countless people were surging below, where could they tell the difference?

Qiu Peng closed his eyes and used his spiritual sense to find Siyu. However, the spiritual sense spread outward, only to find that the people around him were in a state similar to fanaticism, affecting each other, the energy of the jīng divine body was much stronger than usual, and Qiu Peng's spiritual sense was actually infected and became a little únlun.

Qiu Peng was startled and hurriedly withdrew his spiritual sense, in fact, in such a large number of people, even spiritual consciousness could not distinguish a certain person.

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