Chapter 103 Little Shui Fights to Kill and Gets Crazy
The houses on the side of the street are all made of crushed stones. Zheng Qiu grabbed his fingers into the cracks in the stones and climbed up the walls.
After climbing about four feet, he turned his head and looked into the middle of the crowd.
The crowd is still two feet away from the safe distance that prohibits fighting. In the two-foot-wide circle, dozens of practitioners hold weapons and hang iron pot belts on their waists, and force others to retreat fiercely.
There were many unlucky people lying here and there on the ground, a big red circle was dyed on the yellow sand, and a faint fishy smell permeated the air.
"Stand back! If you dare to take a step closer, we will decapitate him!"
"Show your hands, don't draw your sword! Back off!"
"What are you looking at? Die!"
The brilliance of vigor continued to flash, and the water fetchers standing at the forefront of the crowd fell down one after another, but the crowd did not retreat, on the contrary, they tended to move closer.
These people who blocked the water fetching were the well-known treasure hunting team in the lonely city.
This is a team formed by a group of like-minded practitioners in the name of searching for treasures buried in the wilderness.
But they are not just for treasure hunting. These teams rob clean water and food, occupy good residential areas in the city, rob other practitioners, and break into the residences of ordinary people to do whatever they want.
Therefore, the treasure hunting team is also called a bandit team. The actions of these practitioners are no different from bandits.
"Ma Peng, Ear Mao, the villains of the treasure hunting team stopped everyone and couldn't get water." Zheng Qiu observed for a moment, then lowered his head and said to the two squatting in the corner.
Ma Peng shrugged his shoulders, looking very relaxed: "Don't worry, it's the same as the previous few times. In the end, these villains will fight on their own, and then we will pick up the iron pot."
The eared cat nodded and said, "Yes, they will definitely fight, Zheng Qiu, just keep watching."
Zheng Qiu looked at it for a while, then moved his hands and feet and climbed directly from the wall to the ground. His face turned pale, and he seemed very uncomfortable.
Seeing Zheng Qiu's appearance, the eared cat patted him on the back and asked, "What's wrong with you? Is it because you feel uncomfortable eating the fruit stones at noon?"
Zheng Qiu shook his head, took two deep breaths, and replied: "It's scary, it's scary, those guys are killing people inside. There are at least fifty dead, no, there may be a hundred..."
Hearing Zheng Qiu's words, Ermao and Ma Peng looked at each other, and their expressions became ugly.
Although there were fights in the past, it was after the water was fetched, and there was no fight before the water was fetched, and not so many people died before.
Today, the distribution of fresh water has not yet started, but it has already been marked like this. It seems that it has something to do with the reduction of the total amount of water.
The eared cat hesitated a bit, and persuaded: "Why don't we forget it this time. We've been beaten so hard, I'm afraid we won't be so lucky to pick up the iron pot, and it's not worth our own life."
Ma Peng thought for a while, and finally shook his head and refused: "No, this time we have to pick up water.
Last time we picked up an iron pot, which was not enough for three people to drink. If we give up this time, we will not be able to last the next time we distribute clean water. "
Hearing this, Zheng Qiu gritted his teeth and leaned towards the crowd with his back bent.
The eared cat quickly grabbed him: "Zheng Qiu, what are you doing?"
"I'm going to pick up the iron pot."
"It's too dangerous, you can't go alone."
Zheng Qiu shook off Ermao's hand and replied seriously: "It's dangerous to go together,
I have a small appetite, even if I am injured, you can share some rations with me to survive. Let me go, it's best for me to go. "
The ear cat stared at Zheng Qiu's eyes for a while, then nodded: "Okay, be careful, and run away if the situation is wrong."
Then he turned out the simple dagger hidden in his clothes and stuffed it into Zheng Qiu's hand: "Take this, and you can use it to save your life."
Zheng Qiu took the dagger, wrapped it carefully into his cuff, and sent a reassuring look to Ermao and Ma Peng, and slowly leaned towards the crowd.
"You are close to the range where fighting is prohibited, pay attention to your position!" The commander looked coldly at the treasure hunting team and reminded.
The commander's words were heard not only by the treasure hunting team, but also by those around the outer circle. The crowd suddenly burst into shouts, pressing towards the center like a tide.
After all, these treasure-hunting teams were less than a hundred people, and they only used brutal means to suppress the crowd just now, but now they are facing a sudden attack from the crowd, so how can they dare to stand in the way.
The members of the treasure hunting team turned around one after another, ran within three feet first, and took off the iron kettle belt to fetch water.
The commander beckoned, and the three big men beside the iron vat climbed onto the wooden cart, lifted the lid of the vat, and picked up a long-handled iron ladle to fetch water for the surrounding people.
The crowd then rushed forward, no matter men, women, young or old, tall or short, fat or thin, everyone untied the belt of the iron pot and held it up high to ask the big man to fetch water.
The people who were still surrounded by three feet away could not stop watching, their eyes were red, as if they were about to bleed. They drew out their weapons and slashed at the person in front of them with strange screams, as if they were going to enter the range of fetching water.
From time to time, some cultivators rose into the air and wanted to fly to the center, but they were all forced to fall to the ground by nearby attacks. A few of them were not high enough to fly and died on the spot.
Zheng Qiu suppressed the rising nausea in his stomach, touched the blood flowing from his forehead on the ground with his palm, and wiped it on himself indiscriminately.
Then he lay on the ground, rolled over the slowly cooling bodies, and crawled towards the center.
"I want to pick up water, I want to pick up water!" He repeated over and over again in his heart, so that he could focus his energy on the correct target.
The one serving of water mentioned by the commander can only fill five tin pots, so the one hundred and fifty parts of water in the vat can only fill up to seven hundred and fifty iron pots.
There are more than seven hundred and fifty people surrounding this water intake point, not to mention that each of them has a bunch of iron pots on them.
Soon, the loud shout of the commander came from the center of the crowd. The shout was like thunder in spring, and it rumbled past. It was obviously the result of Yun Gong raising the volume.
"The 150 servings of water have been distributed. Everyone gives way. Violators will be punished as rebel city lords! 150 servings of water have been distributed..."
The sound wave after wave, the crowd gradually moved out of the way, the three big men quickly climbed off the wooden cart, and the cart followed the commander to leave.
As soon as the commander left the crowd, a large piece of light rose up, the air wave exploded crazily, the shouts of fighting and the sound of weapons clashed together, and the raised yellow sand covered the sky, making people unable to see clearly things.
Zheng Qiu lifted a body that was not yet completely cooled, and slowly got under it, but his eyes looked out along the ground, waiting for the iron pot to fly out of the crowd.
Zheng Qiu was still more than four zhang away from the place where the fight was fought, and those who were fighting life and death in front of him would not notice this place.
Bang, the air wave slammed into the chest of an elderly cultivator, the old man cried out in pain, and jumped up high to relieve the force of the impact.
But before his feet left the ground, another wave of air swept to his waist.
With a click, the belt of the iron pot broke, and the iron pot flew far away, falling to the ground and rolling.
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