Chapter 1158: Chapter 1158

1158: Chapter 1144: Transfer Station 1158: Chapter 1144: Transfer Station “…..I acknowledge my mistake; I shouldn’t have acted impulsively.”

It took some time, but Lu Ping’an managed to bring a frenzied Guan back.

In fact, if Lu Ping’an hadn’t followed him, Guan might have chased the retreating Fishmen all the way to their old nest.

On the way back with Lu Ping’an, a now rational Guan felt somewhat embarrassed and took the initiative to reflect on his actions.

Lu Ping’an just gave him a silent glance and then said nothing.

What good would this reflection do if he just repeated the same behavior next time?

Yet, Lu Ping’an didn’t say anything, for without having suffered others’ pain and hatred, one shouldn’t urge others to be tolerant, to love, to remain calm, or they might invite the wrath of the heavens.

I shouldn’t have rushed out; as the ‘Captain’ of the Redemption, my role in control from above far outweighs the benefits of engaging in combat as an individual below…..”

“…I should have remained calm; it would have been better for both me and my companions.

I cannot let my emotions control me…”

It was Guan Xinxian himself who, once calmed down, analyzed his issues and spoke sensibly about them.

But as soon as he saw those Fish Heads and “Bloodshot Eye,” identical to those in his memory, his rationality would go offline; in fact, just thinking about it made him struggle to restrain himself.

“Kill more, and you’ll get used to it.

Once you kill until you feel like vomiting, you probably won’t lose your head as easily.”

What was supposed to be a reprimand from Lu Ping’an turned into a bizarre suggestion…..

and strange as it sounded, it seemed it might actually work.

Seeing Brother Guan in thoughtful contemplation, Lu Ping’an patted his shoulder and moved on ahead.

By the time he returned to the ship, it was already filled with the aroma of grilled meat and fish soup…..

Eating Fishmen was a bit much, but their mounts and War Beasts were often well-trained and generally tasted good.

Lu Ping’an boarded the ship, sprinted straight to the cauldron, and helped himself to a bowl of soup to taste.

As he ate, he noticed that on one side of the deck, a few people were sobbing.

The rookies were adapting to the battleground.

In another corner, however, Lu Ping’an couldn’t help frowning; two people were dealing with a corpse…..

Most of the wounded had received timely help, but a head blown away by a javelin meant instant death.

War is no child’s play, and casualties are inevitable, but when the “fallen” appeared among Lu Ping’an’s Team, all he could do was shake his head.

“Follow procedure; maximize the compensation…..”

After checking on the status of the warriors, Lu Ping’an was mostly pleased.

The veterans were doing what they should, Meow had feasted well after the battle, and seeing that the ship had anchored, promptly dragged Xiao Mu to play games and have fun.

The spirit of the rookies was also generally stable; after all, if they didn’t even have that level of awareness, they would still be with those “trainees” within the Courtyard.

“….Still, this isn’t good enough.”

This small-scale battle ended swiftly, as usual.

The enemies around Floating Island weren’t very strong.

But the mere fact that three battles of this caliber had occurred while merely scouting and training around the vicinity hinted at the stark reality of being outnumbered by the enemy.

To Lu Ping’an, what stood out as the most glaring issue on his side was the problem of manpower.

The first time we encountered them, there were more than a thousand Fishmen crowded together, while on our side, we didn’t even number a hundred.

The disparity seemed obvious, but once the fight started, it became clear that it was a whole different matter.

These Fishmen’s basic combat power couldn’t even match that of ordinary humans, and even those with extraordinary abilities, like the Priests and Hedrinas, would not surpass the 2-tier; any senior warrior could deal with them.

Such intensity was suitable for the rookies to adapt to the battlefield, but obviously, if they were unlucky, slow to react, or had a poor mentality… death was still unavoidable.

“My team’s numbers are too few…”

Recalling the ships of other human forces that passed by, their large number of local ethnic sailors already suggested a solution to the problems facing Lu Ping’an’s team.

The “Explorer Mechanism” from Earth made tickets precious and expensive, which also meant that the numbers would always be limited, with high-end elite troops inevitably being the main force.

Lu Ping’an’s “smuggling” could slightly bypass this constraint, but when facing a whole world, these human resources were still not enough…

“Why are there so many Fishmen, are they also from the Outer Domain?”

“They used the ‘Transmission Exotic Channel’, I guess.

Not only does it consume a lot, but it also requires a detour.

The most troublesome part is that it has a very high ‘failure rate’.

If the space transmission fails, it’s all over.”

“That’s just one aspect.

The main thing is that it’s been so many years, most of the Outer Fish People have birthed quite a few New Tribes here.”

By rights, the Indigenous People of this world should only include the Long Hand Clan, but in these days, Lu Ping’an himself couldn’t clearly say how many strange ethnic groups he had met.

Stroking his chin, Lu Ping’an realized that his side probably also needed to recruit a group of sailors.

“Let’s see, I’ll ask about the situation when I get back…”

On the seventh day of the journey, after experiencing three minor skirmishes, Lu Ping’an’s group finally arrived at Pingnan City, the closest border city to Floating City.

This place was much smaller than Floating City, as there was no direct teleportation gate leading “upwards”, but as a transfer station, it housed even more of the Exotic Races and outer species.

Among them, it was clear, not all Fishmen would come charging at you squawking.

Those wearing clothes and obviously working had an “employment price” even lower than the Long Hand Clan’s.

“Master, do you need tour guide services?

I have all the local product information here, as well as channels for supplies.”

No sooner had they disembarked than a swarm of “tour guides” flocked to them.

Although it’s been less than thirty years since humans arrived, with a large-scale involvement of less than five years, they had essentially become the local powerhouses…

When this world offered enough interests, the enthusiasm of the disparate powers and companies was not to be doubted.

Lu Ping’an just wandered around briefly before heading back to his ship.

The place called a city here was more like a large refugee camp gathered by Exotic Species, with very few “workspaces”, most areas were crowded with Exotic Races.

Lu Ping’an spoke with the local guards and only then did he learn that this place was originally a large surveillance post.

Due to its location on the main sea route and regular rounding up by warrior teams, it was relatively safe (the wild indigenous Fishman Tribes were not considered a threat), which naturally attracted many of the Exotic Species.

Purely indigenous people were only the Long Hand Clan, but the outsiders had been here for so many years, especially those under the Octopus’ banner; the multitude and variety of ethnic groups had naturally given rise to too many Exotic Races and outsiders in this world.

Among them, some Fishmen and former Family Clan members who had abandoned their “Octopus beliefs” had gained wisdom and had become one of the new residents of the new world… Of course, the various species were not harmonious towards each other, as the struggle for survival resources was always a source of conflict.

The presence of human forces made this place relatively safe, thus attracting a large number of outsiders to settle here, eventually forming this chaotic city-like refugee camp.

Lu Ping’an had a chat with the local guards and received mostly negative descriptions and complaints.

Looking at the cluttered “steel shantytown,” Lu Ping’an had no intention of going in.

After contemplating for a while, he directly returned to his ship, resupplied a bit, and planned to head to the next stop.