The First Order

The convoy of the Trinity Society camped in the market town that night, and left the next morning.

From Ren Xiaosu's original intention, he was more willing to live in the market town for another six months until he unlocked all the weapons of the palace before leaving.

But the reality is cruel, and the patients in a market town are not infinite. Unless Ren Xiaosu goes out and takes a knife to cut people, the treatment should basically be finished.

Therefore, Wang Jing's plan only arranged for a day in the market town, and then went to the Kong's to meet with colleagues.

Ren Xiaosu did not want to leave. He insisted that there were still fish in the market town that needed their treatment.

Wang Jing expressed with emotion that he was the first time in his decades of medical experience that someone else used the term "leak fish" to describe patients...

However, referring to Ren Xiaosu's fanatic attitude when healed and saved, he felt that he could understand...

This time when I started again, the attitude of other people was obviously more kind to Ren Xiaosu. After all, at the consultation yesterday, Ren Xiaosu almost did half the work alone.

Everyone thought that it would be very hard yesterday, but the result began to be free from the afternoon.

Who would be cold-browed at this kind of colleague who is willing to work? Everyone is more willing to send praises and let Ren Xiaosu do more work.

At this time, Liang Ce was sitting in the back row of Ren Xiaosu's car, sighing like a big boy who had never seen the world: "This seat is made of leather, and even the windows have become electric. The chair can also be adjusted electrically! It’s amazing!"

Ren Xiaosu said it was not bad, Wang Shengzhi asked him to kill a person like Kong Erdong, for someone else was afraid that he would directly pay Wang Shengzhi a high price, but Ren Xiaosu did not want anything, of course the other party had to treat everything well Match.

"I have something that I don't quite understand," Ren Xiaosu began to talk to Liang Ce: "Don't you know that Kong's and Tinder are fighting, why go to Kong's at this time?"

Liang Ce said with emotion: "I know, but Mr. Wang Jing insists on going. Every time I go, this time, everyone has no way. Before that, I didn't make the list, but people who are better than me are not willing to go. It’s my turn to make up. I guess this is why Meng Nan is not very happy. But I think it should not be so dangerous. The barrier 31 we are going to is the Hinterland.”

Ren Xiaosu froze for a moment: "What does this have to do with Meng Nan."

"Oh, many people know that Meng Nan likes that person, the other party is Wang's children who have money at home, and when they go to school, they have the first results," Liang Ce said bitterly: "I would like this to girls. Boys."

While driving, Yang Xiaojin glanced at the rear row of Liang Ce through the rearview mirror: "If you didn't listen to Ren Xiaosu's crooked idea yesterday, maybe you might have some hope along the way."

This time, Liang Ce felt even more bitter...

Liang Ce sighed: "I feel like I'm a little bit depressed."

"You are not depressed," Ren Xiaosu replied while looking at the map: "You are really miserable."

Liang Ce: "..."

...

Ren Xiaosu looked at the map. He felt that Liang Ce and Wang Jing and others might not have realized the danger along the way. Although the No. 31 barrier was in the hinterland of Kong, but the front line of Kong's troops were defeated, and there would be deserters who left the team.

Ren Xiaosu has also experienced many wars, so it is clear that if these deserters want to not be taken to the military court by Kong, they must flee south to the place where Kong can't reach them.

The Northern War has begun. I am afraid that not only the deserters but also a large number of refugees and barriers moved south.

After all, the entire history of human migration is basically related to war.

On Ren Xiaosu’s way to the Kong Family, the unknown ethnic group in the north finally crossed the vast grassland and stood at the junction of the grassland and the Central Plains.

A man with a height of nearly two meters, holding a giant axe border, said to the black robe beside him: "The advance troops have arrived at the predetermined position, but there have been a lot of deviations in your plan in black robe. How can I believe your follow-up plan? Can it succeed? Our Clan Expeditionary Army went south not to die, but to the fertile land in the south."

This person has a burly body and brown hair, which looks very different from the Central Plains.

It was early spring, and the weather in the north was still relatively cold, but the man was bare-chested and barely aware of it. The hair on his chest was thick, like a brown bear walking upright.

According to their plan, they would meet with the prairiemen short soldiers, and then rely on the strong physical advantage of their expeditionary legion to conquer the prairie.

Immediately afterwards, they could snatch the prairiemen's cattle and sheep to serve as a supply for the army, and then enslave the prairiemen to establish a forward base for them, so that the main force of the expeditionary legion behind them would be unimpeded.

But now the prairie people just saw them and ran away, which was a bit unexpected. They ran so fast that they didn't even see the shadow.

The brown bear-like man said: "And you never mentioned the black robe. There are even people who drive the wolf pack. The wolf pack, even if my advance troops meet, may not be able to take advantage."

During the conversation, the man didn't seem to take the prairie man into his eyes. The retreat that day was completely sudden.

The black robe on the side looked at Zhongyuan without saying a word, as if thinking about something.

After a while, he stroked the gold trim on his cuffs and smiled hoarsely: "The prairie people are not afraid, and when the main force of the Expeditionary Legion arrives, how can the wolves be taken into account by the Expeditionary Legion. If they are really provoking, you can pull off the wolf skin and wear them as boots."

"What about the Central Plains," one person asked: "I watched the Central Plains as a place with great resources. You also said that their technology is more advanced than ours."

"But the Central Plains people are not united," Black Robe smiled. "You may not know, when I left the Central Plains, I felt that there would be a war here. Some time ago, I secretly observed through the mountains and across the mountains. Sure enough, Tinder clashed with Kong's. The Wangs are staring at them next to each other, so the timing of our visit is just right. Ordinary firearms pose no threat to you, and things like heavy machine guns can be solved by a small amount of effort."

"And," continued the black robe: "until our advance troops take advantage of their chaos, their weapons will become our weapons. This vast territory of the Central Plains is actually reserved for our expeditionary legion. of."

In the middle of the talk, the black robe fingers the central plain, and the robe sleeve vibrates, revealing the gray skin under his robe sleeve.

The bear-like man turned and walked to the advance troops: "You don't need to paint me a cake here. When you fight, you can look at yourself first. Your small body is casually killed."

A group of northerners laughed, and the expression of the black robe shrouded in the robe.

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There is a chapter that will be late, it is recommended to read it tomorrow morning