The First Order

Qinghe Group is located in the hinterland of the Central Plains. However, unlike other consortia that control several or even dozens of barriers, Qinghe Group always has only one control area. According to the number of the barrier alliance, it should be barrier 66.

But in recent years, the people of Qinghe Group did not call it Barrier 66, but Luocheng.

Over time, others began to call that barrier called Luocheng.

As special as 178 fortress.

When the Barrier Alliance was first established, the Qinghe Group showed a strong side. They have a fixed organization, a solid organizational structure, and many technologies that have been retained before the disaster. Of course, not all they retained.

At the beginning, other consortiums remained vigilant to Qinghe Group, but after a long time, everyone found that Qinghe Group seemed not very interested in expanding their territory.

Moreover, in the previous struggles for resources in the Central Plains, the Qinghe Group could not be seen. They were just stubbornly looking for something.

But what's even more strange is that the surname of the person in charge of the Qinghe Group today is Xu. The old Xu family has a single biography. It is said that the ancestors sold sanitary napkins. Later, a technical genius called Promise came out.

However, it seems that the boss of Qinghe has no descendants, so the Xu family took charge of the Qinghe Group, but they always insisted that they were only small shareholders. When the heirs of the large shareholders were found, they abdicated.

This matter has been passed on as a joke before. Who would abdicate to this virtuous world?

Today, the Qinghe Group has become a very special presence in the Central Plains. It is located between the Wang, Chen, and Kong consortiums. The Wangs occupy the northwestern position of the Central Plains and are connected to the northwest; the Kongs are located in the northeast and are connected to the sea. And Kanto; Zhou is located above the confluence of the three rivers, radiating south.

There are more than ten remaining consortiums, but these three are indeed the strongest.

But the Qinghe Group is special not because of its special geographical location, but because of its way of life. Los Angeles has the largest higher education institution in the entire Barrier Alliance and is the closest to the pre-catastrophe teaching model.

Since the establishment of the university, other consortia have served their own technology, and all have very utilitarian main directions. The research of all disciplines is to one day enhance the strength of the consortium. The children of other consortia cannot enter their universities to study.

What's different about Qinghe University is that anyone can take the exam, and it teaches a variety of things. Even art classes are set up on this wasteland.

When this course was set up, many consortia were joking that there is no place for artistic survival today?

Moreover, when other consortia acquired pre-disaster civilized heritage, they focused on laboratory data and some scientific and technological achievements, and Qinghe Group collected everything, and even sent people to find it themselves. They seemed to be particularly interested in calligraphy, painting, and antiques. It is a treasure of mankind.

Such a consortium is like an alien on the wasteland. There is no second consortium in the world like them.

At this time, Qinghe University had just finished classes. On the lush campus, students happily walked out of the classroom with schoolbags. Some people rushed to the teaching building where the next class was going. Others had no courses and simply went to participate in club activities.

A girl with a peaked cap walked out of the school with a schoolbag on her back, standing alone.

At this moment, someone behind her shouted, "Yang Xiaojin!"

Yang Xiaojin looked back calmly: "Is something wrong?"

There are many people in the other party. The speaker is a tall college student, wearing a white shirt. He smiles very sunny. He smiled at Yang Xiaojin: "We have a friendship at night. We invite you to come and join us. You are alone in time, aren't you comfortable with the pace of life in Los Angeles?"

Yang Xiaojin shook his head: "I just came to learn knowledge, not interested in friendship."

Some people behind the boy were whispering, and some seemed to whisper to the boy: "Don't be hypocritical, hurry and speak."

The boy seemed to hesitate for a long time and suddenly said: "Yang Xiaojin, I like you, can you give me a chance? I can..."

However, this was interrupted by Yang Xiaojin: "I have someone I like."

The boy froze at once, didn't know what to say, and retreated.

Yang Xiaojin shook his head and said, "Look, your feelings are not so profound. Today I rejected you, and tomorrow you will fall in love with others again. Your so-called liking is just a speculative temptation. Once blocked, it will Retreat immediately."

Suddenly someone whispered next to him, "This is a bit too much."

The boy struggled: "Who do you like, the student council chairman? Or..."

Yang Xiaojin shook his head again: "He is not in Luocheng. You think that the president of the student union is excellent because you have not had the opportunity to see the outside world. The person I like is never a flower in the greenhouse."

However, Yang Xiaojin is not sure whether he is still alive. The crimson javelin penetrated the other person's body in front of her eyes. The mob organization promised to avenge her, but only if she had to do ten things for the mob.

In the past two months, she kept asking her aunt if she had any news from the other party, but they all got a negative answer.

The aunt arranged her to go to Qinghe University for further study and to know the details of the Qinghe Group, but Yang Xiaojin was never an ordinary student. She had killed people, and she had accompanied someone to build a certain place in the wilderness. Hope until that hope is broken.

But it doesn't matter, she believes that the other party will survive, and sooner or later she will find the other party.

Yang Xiaojin turned away, she walked along Kaiyuan Avenue all the way back to her den in Luocheng, and then at home kept dismantling her sniper rifle and wiping.

After repeating it several times, I personally pressed gunpowder for all kinds of bullets. If the students in the school saw this scene, I would be stunned. This is not a toy that a little girl should have.

Until then, Yang Xiaojin's mood slowly calmed down. In fact, under the calm appearance, a warm heart was hidden.

She went to the kitchen to prepare a meal for herself, then crushed the remaining green onions and pressed out the juice.

Yang Xiaojin took a thin writing brush, then took out a thousand paper crane from his pocket and took it apart. He dipped the onion juice in the brush and wrote a few lines on the white paper. Then he folded the thousand paper cranes again.

I saw the thousand paper cranes spread their wings, as if they were suddenly alive, and flew away towards the west.

After the other party received the Thousand Paper Cranes, they only had to bake it on the fire, and the writing inside would immediately appear.