The First Order

The number of teams from the Central Plains to the 178 barriers is not large. Although Ren Xiaosu was seriously injured and could not move in the back seat, he could roughly tell by listening to it. The team is about 20 people and six off-road vehicles form a group. There is also a car in the rear of the convoy dedicated to pulling supplies.

In the team, the principals are probably the brothers and sisters named Wang Shengzhi and Wang Shengyin, but these two people seem to have no racks, they seem to be easy-going, and the rest of the team has no pressure to face them.

As he was marching, Ren Xiaosu checked his wounds. The lacerations on his right abdomen were amazing. Fortunately, these people had sutured the wounds to himself, otherwise he wouldn’t wait for him to wake up and use the black medicine.

The stitches of the stitched wound are regular and neat, and it can be seen that the person who stitched the wound is very careful and attentive.

After listening to the content of these people, Ren Xiaosu realized that he had been brought out by the flood for more than 100 kilometers. He didn't know how he survived.

During the meal, there will be Wang Shengzhi's subordinates, who will give Ren Xiaosu hot and fast food, and Ren Xiaosu will silently eat in the car, silent.

However, everyone in the team knew that he had just been in great trouble, so it was normal to feel quiet.

After the sun went down, the team camped on time. Ren Xiaosu listened to them discussing the situation in the northwest and southwest around the bonfire. A man said: "How come there has been a war suddenly, hasn't it been decades since we have fought? I haven't paid attention to this side."

However, Wang Shengzhi laughed and said: "In the past, the transportation was inconvenient, and the families in the Central Plains had no interest in the southwest, and they didn't understand their own affairs. How can they care about things here? There is no intersection anyway."

The geographical location of the southwest is destined to become a semi-isolated zone, but it seems that because of the sudden outbreak of war, some people in the Central Plains have also set their sights on it.

"It is said that Qingying is a very powerful person," Wang Shengyin said after thinking for a while: "Although we don't know the detailed process of this war, but after the Qings and Yangs knocked out the Lis, it seems that the Yangs were also treated by Qingshen. Playing with applause, such belligerent people must be careful."

In the eyes of outsiders, this war is now as if it is controlled by Qinghuang in one hand. From the beginning to the end, it seems that Qinghuang's ambition and stratagem.

However, only those in the bureau will understand that Qingzhen has only been planning to protect himself along the way.

As Qing Zhen himself said, but it made him two more good fields, An Neng matched Qing's handsome seal.

In the torrents of that era, those who settled in the status quo would eventually die out, and no one could turn back before seeing the light on the long dark path.

Someone suddenly turned around and asked Ren Xiaosu: "Aren't you a Northwesterner, do you know how this war fought?"

Ren Xiaosu shook his head: "I don't know, I am a refugee, how do I know these things."

The speaker scratched his head: "Also, these things are too far away from you, ha ha ha, I'm asking it for nothing."

After hearing this, Wang Shengyin asked Ren Xiaosu, who was sitting in the upper half of the car for dinner, "Yes, haven't you asked what your name is?"

Ren Xiaosu paused: "My name is Ren Xiaosu, and my family has also been washed down by the flood. If you meet someone in Central Plains looking for me, please tell them that I am still alive."

This is the most talked about by Ren Xiaosu in a few days.

Ren Xiaosu originally wanted to be incognito, but these people did not understand the southwest and northwest, so Ren Xiaosu dismissed this idea, and he also hoped to find his lost family and friends. His name should be quite special, with fewer duplicate names. Liu Yuan and Wang Fugui will surely find them when they hear their names.

In fact, he now wants to find Yan Liuyuan, but it is too difficult to find people in the vast world. He has more important things to do.

During this time, Zong's pain and despair caused him, and Ren Xiaosu would have to repay them one by one.

But he has limited power alone, and Ren Xiaosu is thinking about how to use his strength.

Now the group of people in front of them seems to want to open the Northwest Trade Road, maybe this is their own opportunity.

Thinking of this, Ren Xiaosu suddenly felt that he understood Li Shentan very well. At first, he thought that Li Shentan was like a demon, but now Ren Xiaosu only understands that when you are not personally in hatred and pain, you should not persuade the People’s Congress degree.

Of course, understanding is one thing, and not being friends is another.

Ren Xiaosu suddenly asked, "Is the Central Plains War?"

Wang Shengzhi glanced at him and said, "That's where the soldiers must fight."

Ren Xiaosu was stunned for a moment. Wang Sheng knew that there was war in the Central Plains. He asked: "Isn't the Central Plains prosperous and prosperous?"

Wang Shengzhi smiled: "Because it is prosperous and prosperous, there is no conflict."

At this time, Ren Xiaosu didn't ask any more, it did not meet his current status as an ordinary refugee, but Wang Shengzhi seemed to be interested in chatting: "What do you, the refugees in the northwest do on weekdays?"

Ren Xiaosu calmly said: "Planting land, burning bricks, digging ditches to irrigate crops."

"How long does it take to burn a kiln brick?" Wang Shengyin asked suddenly.

Ren Xiaosu replied: "It takes 13 days for blue bricks, but it depends on how long it takes to add water in the middle. We haven't burned red bricks and don't know how long it takes."

Wang Shengyin nodded and asked no more. The question just seemed unintentional, but it was intentional.

However, at this moment, several troop-carrying trucks suddenly arrived in the northwest. Everyone stopped to talk and looked over there. Ren Xiaosu saw his long-knife logo on those vehicles, and his heart sank. Consortium logo.

There is at least one hundred kilometers away from the Zong clan here. Why did the other party suddenly appear here?

He moved into the car, his face hidden in the shadow of the car.

But seeing Wang Shengzhi as if they were not worried at all, they were still sitting by the campfire.

The vehicles stopped next to the camp, and three Zong’s regular army combat teams came down. The first one was tall and appeared to be an officer of Zong’s. He raised his eyebrows and asked, “Who are you? ?"

Wang Shengzhi turned the wheelchair over and smiled at the officer: "We turned out to go to the 178 barrier, are you?"

The officer did not answer Wang Shengzhi's question, but continued to ask, "What are you doing at the 178 barrier?"

"Doing business," Wang Shengzhi said briefly.

"This way, through my Zong clan, why don't you go back to Zong clan with me first, and let us know the situation before letting you go?" said the officer. The officer seemed to be unclear about the identity of the visitor, so he spoke Also polite.

But Wang Shengyin said: "Wouldn't it be a detour, let's go ours, and Zong's well water will not violate the river water."

When Zong's officer heard Wang Shengyin say this, he was no longer polite. He said to the soldiers beside him: "Bring them all back."

Then I heard the officer Zong said to Wang Shengzhi: "Everyone is sorry, no traffic is allowed here."

Ren Xiaosu suddenly wondered, did Zong want to isolate the 178 barriers in the northwest so as not to communicate with the Central Plains?

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Yesterday at the Shanghai Dota TI9 site, I witnessed the annihilation of the Chinese team. I didn’t know what to say. I just arrived home, took another day off, and resumed the normal update tomorrow.