The head of the guards of the prefectural government hurried forward with his men. After a round of negotiations and insults, the trucks in front of them moved slightly and then stopped again. There were too many people and too many cars, and the huge street was blocked. How could it be cleared in a short time?

There were also large groups of idle men under the eaves, making noise and clapping their hands and laughing. They mingled in the street, adding to the congestion.

Sima Zhuifeng roared in frustration, but his prestige was of little use at this time. He would not let his guards kill people with knives on the street. Besides, even if he killed those who blocked the road, he could not move the trucks and goods!

The trucks blocking the street ahead had not been dealt with yet, and a large group of men with dark skin, black turbans wrapped around their foreheads, and colorful feathers in their temples came up carrying colorful packages and large and small backpacks, blocking Sima Zhuifeng's way to retreat.

Sima Zhuifeng originally wanted to order people to take a detour, but now he had no way to take a detour back to the prefectural government.

He looked angrily at the men with dark skin and speaking incomprehensible slang, frowning, but he had no good way to deal with them.

These people are naturalized natives of Yizhou. Their ancestors were the remnants of the Shiwan wilderness. When Yizhou was opened up, their tribe was conquered by the Jin Dynasty. They then stayed on the land of Yizhou, multiplied and thrived, and formed their own independent community.

These naturalized natives established their own villages and towns and never interacted with the foreign people of Jizhou and Dajin.

They are in close contact with the survivors in the Ten Thousand Wilds. They can safely enter and exit the deep mountains of the Ten Thousand Wilds and collect all kinds of rare medicinal herbs.

There were often groups of naturalized natives coming to the city of Qizhou to sell the various herbs they collected and purchase various daily necessities. Even the Chu family claimed to have a monopoly on the sale of raw herbs in Qizhou, but many of the Chu family's rare goods were purchased from these naturalized natives at a high price.

These natives are tough and ferocious. They will draw their swords at the slightest disagreement. Moreover, they are extremely clique-like. If one of them is provoked, the entire village or town will join forces to attack you. If one of their villages or towns is provoked, they will gather people from a dozen villages or towns in the surrounding area to stir up trouble.

When Sima Zhuifeng was in Qizhou, the first thing that bothered him was the local tyrant Chu family, and the second thing that bothered him was the natives who would cause trouble every now and then. He had been in office in Qizhou for several years, and there were nearly a hundred murders caused by these natives. He had simply been cleaning up the mess for these natives in the past few years!

Seeing groups of natives carrying all kinds of mountain products blocking the way back, Sima Zhuifeng, who was so hot that he rolled his eyes in anger.

He shouted sternly, "Today is not the first day of the lunar month, nor is it a market day. What are these...country bumpkins doing in the city? Ah? They come in such large numbers, what do they want to do?"

The commander of the prefectural guards, who had run to the front to clear the way but returned in vain, ran back with eager eyes and gave Sima Zhuifeng a helpless smile: "Sir, it was all caused by those foreign fleets."

The joint fleet of the thirty-two powerful families of the Great Jin Dynasty has docked, and their large groups of troops are continuously pouring into the city of Jizhou. The road leading to the commercial dock of the city of Jizhou has been completely occupied by them.

These powerful families acted in an extremely overbearing manner. They occupied the official roads and did not require others to walk. Several small caravans in the city of Qizhou wanted to leave the city to go to the dock, but they were beaten back by Li's private army as soon as they left the city gate.

Many local caravans in Qizhou were stuck inside the city and couldn't leave. They crowded into the streets, naturally blocking the road.

The caravan could not leave the city, so the laborers and menial servants who were working in Qizhou City dispersed. They gathered under the eaves on both sides of the street and chatted happily. The shirtless strong men Sima Zhuifeng saw were all laborers and menial servants.

As for these natives, they heard that "a huge foreign merchant caravan" had arrived in Jizhou, so they immediately and enthusiastically greeted the folks from all over the country, and came to Jizhou city with the precious mountain products that they had stored up and were reluctant to sell.

These natives are not stupid, because the Chu family has a monopoly on the sale of raw herbs in Qizhou, and many of their rare herbs cannot be sold at high prices. However, the foreign caravans are not local tyrants like the Chu family. They can at least earn several times the profit by sending these mountain products to the caravans.

But these natives did not understand the true identity of the so-called "caravan" and arrived in Jizhou with great interest. However, they could not find the person in charge of the huge team outside the city for a while. Li Zheng, Zhao Xing and others were attending the Longmen Banquet at Jishan Academy.

The natives who couldn't find a shipping channel decided to take drastic measures, and a large group of people poured into the city of Qizhou.

All in all, today's Yizhou City is very lively. All kinds of idle people show up one after another, making the entire Yizhou City crowded. The daily life of Yizhou City is in complete chaos.

"Absolutely!" Sima Zhuifeng was so angry that his eyes turned green. He remembered the insult he had just suffered in the Jishan Academy. He hated the thirty-two foreign wealthy families and Zhou Liuyun who colluded with these wealthy families to come to Jizhou to the core.

There was a sudden commotion at the entrance of an alley ahead, followed by a shrill howl. A burly man eight feet tall, covered in blood, rushed out of the alley. He was holding an iron rod and banging around, roaring at the top of his lungs: "Call the police, call the police! Someone is rebelling! Rebellion!"

The big man had just rushed out of the alley when a cold light came from behind him and split him into two pieces from the top of his head to his butt!

The cold light was so fierce that after the big man was split into two pieces, his body still staggered forward for more than ten steps, running straight to the middle of the street and crashing into a truck, then he was separated into two pieces with a "whoosh".

Sima Zhuifeng was stunned. Killing someone in the street?

Killing people in front of him, the governor of Qizhou?

Moreover, the method of killing was so cruel and brutal. Such a tall and burly man was actually split into two pieces by just one sword?

Also, what was that big guy yelling?

'Report to the authorities'?

'rebel'?

A chill rushed from Sima Zhuifeng's feet to his head. He stood up suddenly, strode out of the carriage and stood on the shaft: "Who is that guy?"

The leader of the guards at the prefectural governor's mansion drew his sword, looked at the chaotic street ahead and said sternly, "The leader of the state, Iron-armed Sun Tiehan! This fellow is gifted, and although he doesn't practice martial arts, his arms have tens of thousands of pounds of divine power. I have always wanted to recruit him to work for the prefect!"

"Ha, killing people in the street!" Sima Zhuifeng burst into laughter after hearing what his subordinates said: "Anyone else wants to rebel? Hmm? Who are they? Stand up for me!"

Sima Zhuifeng, with a flushed face and bare chest, spread out his hands and stared at the alley entrance where Sun Tiehan rushed out.

The street suddenly became dead silent, and an inexplicable strange atmosphere enveloped the entire street.

Many porters on both sides of the street slowly stood up and looked at Sima Zhuifeng with stern expressions.

The natives who were carrying packages of mountain products put down their packages one after another and pulled out one six-foot eight-sided sword forged with fine steel after another from the huge packages.

With a loud roar, the natives kicked the mountain goods packages away and formed a military formation behind Sima Zhuifeng's carriage. They held the hilts of their swords tightly with both hands, and their steps and postures were rigorous, just like a well-trained elite army!

With a "chi chi" sound, a sturdy man wearing heavy armor and over nine feet tall, carrying an eight-foot-long special eight-sided sword, slowly walked out from the alley entrance.

"Trojan Horse Governor? I've heard of your great name for a long time!" The sturdy man in heavy armor chuckled coldly.