Wearing shabby fur coats, groups of poor herders roared and hugged the gorgeous and tall villa area. If we put aside the national opposition caused by Kebien, it would be a riot revolution between poor people and vampires!

However! Ke Bi Neng missed a little! On the grassland, the biggest contradiction in Guihua City is not the ethnic conflict between the Han and Xianbei people. It is more practical. The poor Xianbei tribe and the rich Han people, and the uneven wealth of the Xianbei tribe! In other words, the money issue.

So the first group of people who suffered were the Nanmen who came in and were run by the Xianbei tribe in the commercial street.

The shops were kicked away, and the Xianbei people in rags rushed in viciously, snatching good things when they saw good things, drinking wine when they saw good things, eating delicious food when they saw people, and beating when they saw people. They were forced to the corner. A tribal noble of the Helan family yelled with a fat belly and grinning.

"I'm also a Xianbei person! Didn't you come to the city to rob the Han people?"

"Go to die! The Han people's lackey!"

Huanshi was robbing him, and listening to him screaming, several poor Xianbei people who had been jealous and jealous, grinned and took the knife and slashed directly.

Before a Han man was killed, the Xianbei tribe who had received news in advance and decided to wait and see neutrally, they kept it out first.

This counterattack was a lively conference. The poor Xianbei people all over the street were full of "revolutionary" enthusiasm, but this scene was not what Ke Bineng wanted. He was full of anxiety. Standing in the crowd, he was yelling anxiously.

"Don't worry about these shops! Let's go to the north of the city first! Capture the Han Dog King Tiangao, the entire Guihua City is yours! Come with me! Come with my Shanyu!"

However, when the cat saw the fishy smell, could it still move? Now Kebi's control over the Xianbei tribes is no longer as good as before. He shouted and crowded forward, but only a small number of people followed him forward. More poor and scared Xianbei people were just busy snatching money from the shop, shipped it to their own immediately, and then sent it out of the city.

It is said that it is the consciousness of a small peasant, but isn’t this the consciousness of a small peasant?

Moreover, it can be regarded as a major obstacle in the commercial street of the cotton textile factory. On the road leading to the higher residential areas in the northwest, Kebineng encountered the second obstacle.

"Wine! So much wine!"

There were many alcoholics in cold areas, just like the Soviet Union. During the great Patriotic War, vodka had to be used as a military necessity. During the great Stalingrad defense, it was said that the vodka dropped by airdrops fell into the German-occupied area. Soviet soldiers continued to take back this area. The Xianbei people in this era had the same desire for wine. The fanaticism of drinking was difficult to understand by those who were not drunkards.

In fact, Wang Hou couldn't understand it, but this did not delay him knowing that the best-selling product in Guihua City was wine! Open the door of the wine shop near the industrial park, and then put the wine jar directly on the street, and the shopkeepers of the Han people or Xianbei people who do business would run away.

Sure enough, when I saw these fine wines that I had gathered at my fingertips, the 20,000 to 30,000 people who finally got through were unable to walk again. Groups of Xianbei soldiers rushed over in surprise as if they were crazy. Many Xianbei people who were already making trouble and were slapped the wine jar and started drinking.

Ke Bi was almost pissed to death again, and he whipped it one by one.

"Get up to Ben Shanyu! Don't drink it! Follow Ben Shanyu to kill the Han dog! Get up! Get up!"

But what made him even more angry was that his belly was about to break, and this time it had a counterproductive effect. Many people were beaten by him and his subordinates of Tuoba's tribe. They actually turned around and beat him with the help of alcohol. Some of them were still not hit. They just slipped away with the jar of wine and disappeared into an alley. The army evaporated a lot.

"Chhanyu! The law does not blame the masses! Besides, letting everyone have enough energy to have a drink and then fuck his surname Wang?"

Even after Ke Bineng's side, Zheng Lou Hu Lieda, the leader of Zheng Lou's tribe, couldn't help but persuade him. However, Ke Bineng's eyes were red and he whipped it hard with anger.

"What do you know? If the king's surname is run away, all the previous efforts will be wasted! At that time, you will have to face endless revenge from the Han people in Liaodong! His surname is Wang, he is a villain, he is not the fat master of the Han people!"

Organize the elite cavalry now! Go to the small building where the Han people live! Be sure to catch the Wang surname!"

A bloody cut was drawn from his face, and Zheng Lou Hu Lieda retreated in disappointment. After swinging him away, Ke Bi Neng took the whip again and even pulled out the knife, whipping and forcing the Xianbei people who were immersed in the wine country.

After dragging it for half an hour, more than 10,000 people were slightly drunk, and finally Ke Bi Neng caught up with his butt.

Fortunately, the high-end villa area is not far away.

But after two hours of snatching it out, the villa area was no longer the villa area two hours ago. Six villas that were leaning against the extension were regarded as the main position. Originally, there were iron railings to isolate them between the small buildings. Now, under Wang Hou's order, all families and ethnic groups moved out the large furniture in their homes. The road between the six small buildings was nearly three meters high and was blocked tightly.

However, not all the roads were blocked. They were facing the gate that rushed into the villa area. The entrances of the two villas suddenly opened. Behind the iron railings, the road was densely filled with people.

Who said that the Han people were not united and experienced the initial panic. Under Wang Hou's order, all the guys, servants, and all the men who could pick up weapons were equipped. Liaodong couldn't help but armor. The armor and weapons that the families bought and stored were even equipped with more than 2,000 units, holding long and short weapons, staring at the outside with covetous eyes.

In Wang Hou's words, anyway, even if the barbarians come to kill us, Daheitian can't escape! Then fight with them! Kill one is enough! Kill two and earn one!

With this feeling, thousands of Han people in Guihua City were soaring to the sky with blood and full of momentum, glaring outward.

Wang Hou himself also took out the blood of the Han people and stood in front, but! He was not so stupid. In front of him and around him, there were four particularly strange crossbows. There were actually a stove under the crossbow, and the childish coking coal was burning!

It was also under the light of the fire, Wang Hou's face was clear. When he saw him for the first time, Ke Bien couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The next second, he roared with murderous aura again.

"Crash! Kill the dog!"

However, when the king was against the king, Wang Hou did not focus on him. He patted the strange crossbows with eight bows hanging up and down his feet. Wang Hou muttered in fear.

"It depends on you whether you die or live!"

However, even if he is unsure, he still has to pretend. He looked back at Sun Shangxiang, who was not confident in his back, and Zhuge Ying, who held a sword in both hands, shared life and death with Wang Hou. He suddenly laughed and suddenly pulled out his battle knife at the crowded Xianbei people, roared and roared!

"Open the fire! Shoot me like a little maid!"
Chapter completed!