Chapter 47: The Guide Party



When Chen Jing took the map from Ali, the big brother of the Freedom Corps was already dying. It was not because Chen Jing was taking care of him specifically, but it was just an accident.

One o'clock. Having just finished defeating Lih's creation, the omnics saw the billowing smoke and dust, thinking nothing of it, nor checking to see what it was. They subconsciously pressed forward with full firepower, pouring thousands of rounds into the area where the Freedom Legion was located within five minutes. In the end, only a handful reached the second-level turrets, where they were pinned down by the Silver Knights.

The entire process was a complete and utter crushing defeat. These bandits, whose equipment and training were appalling, were beaten to the point of being unable to care for themselves before they could even declare, "This mountain is mine." Although Chen Jing organized a search and rescue team afterward, medical equipment was not available, so Ali only survived briefly before dying again a few hours later.

In the end, the map in Chen Jing's hand, which was actually useless, was exchanged by Ali for a promise to protect the refugees in his camp.

As mentioned earlier, these people were not a bunch of unruly people at the beginning. In fact, most of them were forced to do so, and they had families with them. The people that Ali entrusted to Chen Jing were the ones who had no food to eat because of their deaths, and they were still waiting for Ali and his men to return.

Considering that he did not stop the bombing of the intelligent machines just now, Chen Jing was still willing to help them. After all, it was a win-win situation. They completed the will, and Chen Jing gained a bunch of humans.

While omnics are powerful, Chen Jing is quite excited about humanoids created through human genes. For example, a bitch like Fenrir or an elf like the Silver Knight, both have similar human appearances and their own cuteness, but are actually unrelated to humans: one is a god, the other an omnic. And, most importantly, the number of humans remaining is also a crucial indicator of the admiral's performance.

If you work effectively, you will feel more confident when applying for supplies in the future.

Chen Jing's face lit up with a smile at the thought of the potential supplies he could obtain. After all, the danger level of this world was very clear, and this wasn't a game; one couldn't just assume that dangerous targets wouldn't move. In fact, for example, the strongest being, Lih'Aqui, loved to pick fights everywhere. You never knew when they might run into him, and by then, aside from Azathoth and the other gods, Chen Jing wouldn't have anyone who could stand up to him.

It’s not that Chen Jing is passively avoiding fighting. The fact that Agui can become the king among the powerful people in Lihe represents extraordinary strength, the orderliness of resisting rule-based weapons and the unmatched powerful army.

There is no doubt that those with the ceiling of combat effectiveness do not like to be happy fat houses at home. They are warlike and highly mobile, and whoever meets them will be unlucky.

But Chen Jing's current position was precarious. From the star map, he was a salient, wedged between the neatly arranged borders of Lih. While this was merely a minor transit, a minor disruption at best, it could still be considered an invasion. There was no telling if one of the powerful Lih forces, bored and full of themselves, would come and strike back, completely destroying Chen Jing's fortunes. They'd done this countless times in the past. The Marshal's acquaintance with Agui meant they'd fought many battles, each time with Agui at the rear, making loud noises while the Marshal ran ahead, making loud noises.

Chen Jing wasn't a reckless man, but he wasn't cunning either. He felt that taking in a group of elderly, weak, and disabled people would be a task that a few quacks could handle; going on his own was too much trouble. Doing everything himself was unnecessary and undesirable.

Chen Jing discovered that there was something more important now - he had to investigate what the "sentry post" organization was.

This is no small matter. All human cities on this planet are more or less related to this organization, and they also represent the most advanced level of this planet.

Chen Jing, who will use this place as his base, must understand their attitude towards himself. A fire in the backyard is not a good thing. What's more, Chen Jing is now alone in the enemy's territory, and a wrong step may lead to a complete failure.

Although Chen Jing also wanted to pull a few warships over to clean the ground and then rebuild the new order he needed from the ruins, this kind of thing would require a relatively long operation cycle and be complicated to operate. If possible, who doesn't like to keep things simple? Moreover, the human inventory is unavoidable.

Admiral's life is tough. Chen Jing couldn't help but sigh, completely unaware of the sheer exaggeration of his own uniqueness. A rookie admiral with a slew of level six and seven subordinates, capable of engaging in positional warfare with a full-fledged Li He, only worrying about hitting a combat ceiling. And then there's the battleship that's given away right from the start. There's only one reason he's still lamenting this setup—he's a pioneering admiral.

Chen Jing, wearing Shamils, slowly walked towards the distant city. He didn't intend to bring a whole army to investigate the outpost, as that would only alert the enemy. It would be better for him to sneak in and investigate. Then, he could sneak into the outpost without anyone noticing. That way, he wouldn't become a peerless assassin.

In my imagination, it is like this.

But Shamils ​​gave Chen Jing a situation he had not expected: the city was in civil strife.

The two factions of warlords exchanged barrages of crappy weapons, then exchanged greetings with their families, occasionally punctuated by fireworks (the result of poorly operated heavy weapons). This was a baffling sequence.

Lih's creations are gathering forces right at your doorstep. Aren't you nervous? Aren't you afraid? Why did it come to this?

Seeing that they had lost their minds from the fight, Chen Jing didn't intend to get involved in this mess, so he had to let them go first and take a look at the situation himself.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw a team like a guard of honor waiting for him. Chen Jing narrowed his eyes. It seemed that this matter was related to his men.

A sturdy man in power armor walked over. "Excuse me, who are you? Where's Courier 007? The one with the quack."

Chen Jing was stunned. He then realized something strange. He hadn't seen Messenger 007 much earlier. This was not normal. Could it be that he had been ridiculed by this person and uninstalled the program?

Chen Jing introduced himself: "I am the admiral of this area, Chen Jing. Courier 007 is my subordinate. According to your rank, you can call me general." The last part was just showing off.

Kosen was stunned. "Wow." Shocked. He'd already felt her boss wasn't ordinary when he'd met Courier 007 before, but he'd never expected her to be such a normal person. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but he couldn't show it. He just smiled automatically, "Really? That's impressive." He had no idea what Chen Jing's role was within the empire, so he could only sigh.

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