The Trinity Institute's convoy set up camp in town for the night before leaving the next morning.
From Ren Xiaosu's point of view, he was more than willing to stay in town for another six months until he unlocked all the weapons in the palace before leaving.
But reality was cruel. There was not an unlimited number of patients in a town. Unless Ren Xiaosu went out to kill people with a saber, he would basically be able to treat all the patients that needed to be treated.
Therefore, Wang Jing only planned to stay in town for a day before heading to the Kong Clan to have a meeting with his peers.
Ren Xiaosu did not want to leave. He insisted that there were still people in town who had slipped through the cracks and needed their treatment.
Wang Jing lamented that this was the first time he had seen someone describe a patient as a "fish that slipped through the cracks" in his decades as a doctor.
However, based on Ren Xiaosu's fanatical attitude when treating patients, he felt it was understandable.
When they set off again this time, the others were clearly much friendlier to Ren Xiaosu. After all, during yesterday's consultation, Ren Xiaosu had done almost half of the work by himself.
Everyone had thought it would be extremely tiring yesterday. But in the end, it became a lot more leisurely in the afternoon.
Who would give a cold shoulder to a colleague who was willing to work? Everyone was more willing to give him compliments so that Ren Xiaosu could do more work.
At this moment, Liang Ce was sitting in the backseat of Ren Xiaosu's car. He sighed like a big boy who had never seen the world before. "These seats are all made of real leather, and even the windows have been switched to electronic controls. The seats can also be adjusted electronically! That's amazing! "
Ren Xiaosu thought to himself, 'Isn't that so?' When Wang Shengzhi asked him to kill someone like Kong Erdong, anyone else would have probably offered Wang Shengzhi a sky-high reward. But since Ren Xiaosu did not want anything, the other party would definitely give him the best possible treatment.
"There's something I don't quite understand." Ren Xiaosu started trying to get information out of Liang Ce. "Don't y 'all know that the Kong Clan and the Pyro Company are at war? Why do you still want to go to the Kong Clan at this time?"
Liang Ce said with a sigh, "I know, but Old Master Wang Jing insists on going. Every time he goes, it's at this time, so no one can do anything about it. Before this, I wasn't on the list, but the people who were better than me weren't willing to go, so it was my turn to fill in. I guess this was also the reason why Meng Nan wasn't happy. But I don't think it's that dangerous. Stronghold 31 is the hinterland of the Kong Clan. "
Ren Xiaosu was stunned: "What does this have to do with Meng Nan?"
"Oh, a lot of people know that. Meng Nan likes that guy. He's from the Wang Clan. His family is rich, and his grades are always the first in school." Liang Ce bitterly said, "If I were a girl, I would also like such a guy."
Yang Xiaojin glanced at Liang Ce through the rearview mirror as she drove. "If you hadn't listened to Ren Xiaosu's evil idea yesterday, there might still be some hope on this road."
This time, Liang Ce felt even more bitter …
Liang Ce sighed and said, "I feel like I'm suffering from depression."
"You're not depressed." Ren Xiaosu looked at the map as he answered, "You're really pitiful."
Liang Ce was speechless.
…
Ren Xiaosu looked at the map. He felt that Liang Ce, Wang Jing, and the others might not have realized the dangers along the way. Although Stronghold 31 was in the hinterland of the Kong Clan, the Kong Clan troops at the front line had been routed, so there would definitely be deserters and wounded who would leave the group.
Ren Xiaosu had experienced many wars, so he knew very well that if these deserters and wounded did not want to be court-martialed by the Kong Clan, they would have to flee south to a place where the Kong Clan could not reach them.
With the war in the North breaking out, it would not only be the deserters who would migrate south, but also a large number of refugees and stronghold residents.
After all, the entire history of human migration was basically related to war.
While Ren Xiaosu and the others were on their way to the Kong Clan, the unknown tribe in the North finally crossed the vast grasslands and stood at the border between the grasslands and the Central Plains.
A man who was nearly two meters tall stood at the border with a giant axe and said to Black Robe next to him, "The advance troops have arrived at the predetermined location, but Black Robe, your plan has deviated quite a bit. How can I trust that your follow-up plans will also succeed? Our tribe's expeditionary army is not heading south to die, but for the fertile land in the South. "
This man was burly and had brown hair. He looked completely different from the Central Plains people.
It was early spring, and the weather in the North was still relatively cold. However, this man did not seem to notice that his chest was bare. The hair on his chest was thick, and he looked like a brown bear walking upright.
According to their plan, they would have engaged the nomads in close combat and then used their expeditionary army's powerful physical advantage to conquer the grasslands.
Following that, they would have seized the nomads' cattle and sheep to supply the army. Then they would have enslaved the nomads to build a forward operating base for them so that the main force of the expeditionary army could advance unimpeded.
But now, the nomads had only seen them once before they ran away. It was a little unexpected. They ran so fast that they did not even catch a glimpse of their shadows.
The brown bear-like man said, "And Black Robe, you've never mentioned that there are people here who can control wolves. Even if my advance troops encountered those wolves, they might not be able to gain an advantage."
As he spoke, this man did not seem to care about the nomads at all. He had retreated that day because the wolves had appeared too suddenly.
On the side, Black Robe looked at the Central Plains without saying a word. He seemed to be thinking about something.
After a while, he stroked the golden silk lining on his cuffs and laughed hoarsely. "The nomads are nothing to be afraid of. When the main force of the expeditionary army arrives, the wolves will not be a threat to the expeditionary army. If they really come to provoke us, all of you can peel off the wolf skins and make them into boots. "
"What about the Central Plains?" Someone asked, "I see that the Central Plains is vast and resourceful. You've also said that their technology is much more advanced than ours."
"But the people of the Central Plains are not united." Black Robe said with a smile, "You might not know this, but when I left the Central Plains, I felt that a war was about to break out. Some time ago, I crossed the mountains and secretly observed the situation. Sure enough, the Pyro Company and the Kong Clan have started fighting, while the Wang Clan is eyeing them covetously. That's why we've arrived at the right time. Normal firearms are no threat to all of you. Heavy machine guns and the like can be taken care of with a little trick. "
"Besides," Black Robe continued, "when our advance troops take advantage of the chaos to take over their border towns, their weapons will also become our weapons. The vast territory of the Central Plains will actually be left to our expeditionary army."
As he spoke, Black Robe pointed at the Central Plains. As his sleeves fluttered, the gray skin underneath was revealed.
The bear-like man turned around and walked over to the advance troops. "There's no need to flatter me here. When the battle starts, you'll have to take care of yourself first. With that small frame of yours, you'll be easily beaten to death."
The group of Northerners burst into laughter. Meanwhile, Black Robe's expression flickered under his robe.
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