How Am I Still Alive?

Chapter 1140 Intermediary Station

".I reflect, I shouldn't have been impulsive."

After spending some time, Lu Ping'an invited the red-eyed Guan back.

In fact, if Lu Pingan had not followed, he might have been able to chase the defeated fishmen all the way to their lair.

On the way back by Lu Ping'an, when he regained his senses, he felt a little embarrassed and took the initiative to self-examine.

Lu Pingan just glanced at him silently and said nothing.

What is the use of this review? Will we continue it next time?

But Lu Ping'an didn't say anything. If you haven't suffered from others' suffering and hatred, it's better not to persuade others to be tolerant, loving and calm, otherwise it will be a disaster.

".I shouldn't have rushed out. I am the 'captain' of the Redemption. My control role from above is far greater than fighting as an individual below."

".I should stay calm. It's good for me and my companions. I can't let my emotions control me."

Guan Xinxian himself, on the other hand, calmed down, analyzed his own problems, and spoke eloquently.

But as soon as he saw those fish heads, the same fish species in his memory and the "blood-red eyes", his reason went offline. In fact, once he thought about it, he couldn't help it.

"Kill more and get used to it. Kill until you vomit, and you won't be able to kill him casually."

But he, who would have been scolded by Lu Ping'an, got a weird suggestion: don't say it, think about it, it's really possible.

Seeing Senior Brother Guan's thoughtful look, Lu Pingan patted him on the shoulder and took the first step.

When we got back to the boat, the smell of barbecue and fish soup was already on the boat. Eating fishmen was a bit too much, but fishmen's riding beasts, fighting beasts, etc. were often tamed by them for a long time, and the taste was generally good.

Lu Ping'an got on the boat, ran directly to the big pot, ordered a bowl of soup for himself, and gave it a try.

"Yeah, delicious."

While eating, he also looked at the side of the deck. Several people were sobbing on the side of the deck. This was the new recruits adapting to the battlefield.

The scene in another corner made Lu Pingping frown. It was two people surrounding a corpse. Most of the wounded were rescued in time, but those whose heads were directly blown off by javelins died on the spot.

War is not a child's play, and battle losses are inevitable, but when the "war dead" appeared among Lu Ping'an's team, he could only shake his head.

"Follow the rules and your pension will be full."

After checking the status of the soldiers, Lu Ping'an was basically satisfied.

The veterans were doing whatever they were supposed to do. Maomao finished his meal, watched the boat stop, and took Xiaomu directly to play games.

The recruits are generally mentally stable. After all, if they didn't even have this awareness, they would still be in the courtyard with the "trainees".

".But this still doesn't work."

This small-scale battle ended quickly as always. The enemies around Fuluo Island were indeed not very strong.

But this was just a little exploration and training, and three battles of this size occurred along the way, which also vaguely revealed the reality that we were outnumbered and the enemy was outnumbered.

In Lu Ping'an's view, the most obvious issue on his side is manpower.

When they first encountered each other, there were thousands of murlocs, and there were only a hundred on our side. The gap between the two sides seemed obvious, but once they started fighting, they realized that it was completely different.

The basic combat power of these murlocs is not even comparable to that of ordinary humans. Even priests and headmen with extraordinary abilities do not exceed level 2 in strength, and any senior warrior can deal with them.

This level of intensity is suitable for new recruits to adapt to the battlefield, but obviously, it is unavoidable to have bad luck, slow reaction, bad mentality, and death.

"The number of people in my team is too small."

Recalling the ships of other human forces that passed by, the large number of sailors of local ethnic groups on board had already shown that there is still a solution to the problem on Lu Ping'an's side.

The "explorer mechanism" on the earth side makes tickets precious and expensive, but also destined that the number of them will always be limited, and high-end elite soldiers must be the main force.

Lu Ping An's "smuggling" can slightly exceed this limit, but when the opponent is a world, these human resources are still not enough.

"Why are there so many fish-men? Are they also from the outside world?"

"Let's use the 'Transportation Channel'. Not only does it cost a lot of money and it takes a long way around, but the most troublesome thing is that this thing basically has a high 'failure rate'. If the space transmission fails, it will be over."

"This is just one aspect. The main thing is how many years have passed since then. How many new tribes have been born here by most of the Outland Murlocs."

The only aboriginal people in this world are the Changshou tribe, but these days, Lu Ping'an himself can't even tell how many strange ethnic groups he has encountered.

Touching his chin, Lu Pingan knew that he might also need to recruit a group of sailors.

"Let's take a look first and ask about the situation when we get back."

On the seventh day of the journey, after experiencing three more small-scale encounters, Lu Pingan and his party arrived at Pingnan City, the nearest border city to Fuluo City.

This place is much smaller than Fuluo City. After all, there is no direct portal to the "above", but as a transfer station, there are more aliens and aliens in it.

Among them, it is obvious that not all the murlocs will rush up to you when they see you. The "employment price" of those murlocs who are wearing clothes and even obviously have a job is even lower than that of the long-handed people.

"Sir, do you need tour guide service? I have all the local product information here, as well as supply channels."

As soon as we landed, we were greeted by a swarm of "tour guides".

Although the human side has been here for less than 30 years and has been heavily involved for less than five years, it has essentially become a local powerhouse. When there are enough interests in this world, there is no need to doubt the enthusiasm of those loose forces and companies. of.

Lu Ping'an, on the other hand, only walked around twice before returning directly to his ship.

The name here says it is a city, but it is more like a large refugee camp where foreign races gather. There are only a few "work areas" and most areas are crowded with foreign races.

Lu Ping'an asked the local garrison and found out that this place was originally a large outpost. Since it was on the main route, there were often battle groups regularly encircling and suppressing it, so it was relatively safe (the wild primitive fishman tribe was not a threat). ), and naturally attracted many foreign races.

The only purebred locals are the Long-Hand Clan, but outsiders have been coming for so many years, especially since the ethnic groups under the command of "Eight Claws" are numerous and mixed, which naturally creates too many foreign races and foreign races in this world.

Among them, some of the fish people and the original family members who got rid of the "Eight Claw Faith" also gained sense and became one of the residents of the new world. Of course, there is no harmony among the various races, and the competition for survival resources has always been the source of conflicts.

Because there are human settlements here, the relatively safe reality has attracted a large number of foreigners to settle here, eventually forming this chaotic city like a refugee camp.

Lu Ping'an chatted with the local stationed personnel, and all he got were not very good descriptions and complaints.

Looking at the chaotic "steel frame slum", Lu Ping'an had no intention of going in. After thinking about it, he returned directly to his ship, took some supplies, and planned to go to the next stop.

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