Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Chapter 197: Multiple Pathfinders

The breeze is blowing and the sun is shining in the sky.

The Qianyan Army is ready to go and once again sets out on the journey to exterminate the monsters.

Su Ping could not help hearing Yanchuan's chatter along the way. After all, one was a leader and the other was a scout, and they had to meet each other every time they went back and forth.

When the situation was not urgent, Iwakawa's report was like the endless flow of water from a great river, and it contained many descriptions, making people's heads swell.

However, when the other party really did something, he would report it briefly and truthfully, and was very careful and comprehensive. There was nothing he could do about it, so he had to bear it helplessly.

"Hey, boss, why are you so anxious? Did anyone make you unhappy? Tell me and I'll help you teach him a lesson." Iwakawa appeared again and promised, patting his chest.

Su Ping looked at the person in front of him, his eyes full of this person, without saying a word, everything was clear.

The people around were looking at this funny guy and laughing secretly. They knew that this person was the one in front of them, who could make the leader who was so decisive on the battlefield so helpless.

Only Ning Lian was serious, as was his usual demeanor. He stood behind the crowd, looking elsewhere from time to time before looking away.

In the morning, they destroyed two monster camps, and the bag of "military merit" was finally not empty. Then the fifty people turned and continued to head north.

They did not stop to rest all the way until they were a few dozen steps away from the shallow river where the riverbed was wide but the water was only up to the knees. Only then did the Qianyan Army stop to rest.

Iwakawa, who was always busy, looked at the river over there and couldn't help smacking his lips and said, "Where there is a river, there are fish. No matter how big or small, there should be enough to make a pot of soup. I'll go catch a few, no... a dozen?"

Su Ping waved his hand, indicating that he could go if he wanted.

Yanchuan refused to give in and kept asking, "Boss, do you agree? I also want to improve the food for the brothers, what do you think..."

"You can do whatever you want in your free time." Su Ping had no choice but to speak.

Iwakawa answered "OK", then took off his marching boots, removed his white cloth leggings, pulled his military uniform trouser legs up to his thighs and tied them, then he shouldered his rifle and ran over.

That speed, that posture, that look, it's really disgusting to watch.

A sturdy man joked, "It's a disgrace to the image of the Qianyan Army!"

The people around nodded in unison, maintaining the same opinion about the guy who was wandering around with a drink last night.

Su Ping glanced at the figure standing in the river spearing fish, and suddenly realized something was wrong. They didn't bring a pot with them, so how could they cook fish soup?

When he was hesitating whether to call back Yanchuan, he saw a soldier named Qianyan using the power of rock element to create a stone stove and stone pot amidst the flickering rock light.

Then the man turned to face the river, put his hand to his mouth, and shouted loudly: "Brother Yan, the stove is ready. When you bring back the fish, it will be all done!"

Iwakawa did not reply, but raised his thumb high with his empty left hand, then moved his spear and stabbed two "blind" fish.

Everything was so casual, but I caught two fish with one rod.

Ning Lian walked up to Su Ping and said calmly, "He has learned fishing skills since elementary school, otherwise he wouldn't be so skilled."

Su Ping explained: "I have only known him for less than half a year, so I don't know what he was like when he was a child."

"Really?" Ning Lian stroked his chin and said seriously, "I thought you two were childhood friends. You seem to be in cahoots with each other and are willing to fight and be beaten."

Su Ping spread his hands, saying that this was all thanks to Iwakawa. After all, that guy's personality meant that he should be able to get along with anyone as long as he didn't meet someone with a guilty conscience.

A hard-working figure was working in the river. When he caught a fish with a fork, he would throw it onto the riverbank. He grasped the right moment when he drew his gun and raised his fork, so he never missed a target and reaped a lot of rewards.

At this moment, a team of about thirty people slowly approached from the other side of the river where Su Ping's men had stopped to rest. They were also armed with guns and wearing armor, and looked very heroic.

The thirty men on that side saw that their colleagues were resting there first, so the leader walked out of the team, holding his empty hands without the spear, and shouted with a fist: "We are soldiers under the command of Captain Hao Tang. May I ask the brothers on the other side of the river, which captain are you under?"

Su Ping stuck his spear into the ground, walked out of the team, clasped his fists and shouted, "We are under the command of Captain Ying Qian!"

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, he went to settle the soldiers behind him. Judging from their appearance, someone seemed to be injured, but not seriously.

Su Ping asked again whether the medicine they brought with them was enough and whether they needed to send some over.

The man waved his hands and said that you were too polite, that they had enough medicine and there was no need to worry.

Seeing that he didn't need help, Su Ping sat down on the spot and waited for lunch to arrive. Some of the people in the team were cooks in the camp, but since they were strong, they came out to practice their courage.

People came from the opposite river bank, and the number of figures in the river increased from one to three, but their fishing skills were obviously not as good as Iwakawa's, and it took them several shots to hit a fish.

The river was clear and the bottom was visible at a glance. Iwakawa glanced at the shore and felt that he had caught enough fish. He grabbed the two fish he had just caught with his fork, and carried them to the other side of the shore.

"Brothers, I've counted enough. I'll give you these two!" Iwakawa put them on the river bank and waved and shouted.

"How can we do this? You worked so hard to catch the fish, and now you're just giving it to us like this." One of them waded through the water and was about to push the fish back.

Iwakawa hurriedly stopped him, saying, "But pushing this fish in the river will be troublesome. If the fish falls off again, it can still swim a long way even if it has only one breath left."

"Then take it back. We really can't take it." The Qianyan soldier scratched his head and said honestly.

Iwakawa grinned and said, "We, the Qianyan Army, never take a single needle or thread from the masses. Why are you being polite to even our own people now? Just take what is given to you. I'm going back."

After saying that, Iwakawa waded across the river quickly and brought back three or four fish from the shore on his side. Seeing this, the people gathered around the stove also hurried to help, running to the shore to get the fish or fetch water.

There were fish, pots and stoves, but the only thing missing was a fire. Iwakawa knew that there was no one with the Eye of the God of Fire on his side, so he asked, "How about borrowing one from the other side?"

Of course, he was asking Su Ping.

"Use this." Su Ping took out a fire starter and threw it over. The other party caught it steadily with his empty hands and smiled at him.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you brought this thing?" Iwakawa squatted down, and when he blew, flames came out, first lighting the dead leaves and grass in the stove, and when the fire was stronger, it made crackling sounds.

While the fire was burning, Iwakawa couldn't stop talking, muttering to himself: "Light a small fire first, and then burn a big fire. A single spark can start a prairie fire, hey..."

"Brother Yan, we've brought back the fish, and we also dug up some wild vegetables nearby. Do you think we should put them in?" A Qianyan soldier who looked no more than twenty years old stood next to the young man, holding wild vegetables in his hands.

Iwakawa chuckled, "Wild vegetable and fish soup is filling and good for your health. Let's make it together. I guarantee it will be delicious."

The sturdy man said worriedly: "Do you need to check the food? What if you eat something you shouldn't..."

"The cook said it's all right, why are you talking so much about food? Do you think someone who cooks knows the ingredients?" Iwakawa turned his head and pouted, then turned to look at the young man next to him and asked, "Are these dishes all right?"

After all, he didn't know all the wild vegetables in the world, so he really couldn't tell whether these ones had any problems or not.

Professional matters should be left to professionals. This is an eternal truth. For example, he is good at exploration and observation, while Su Ping is good at fighting.

The sturdy man snorted, "You don't understand it yourself, and you're still blaming me?"

"At least I caught twenty fish for us. Besides, everyone has their own expertise. If things go wrong, someone might die. Do you dare to eat them?" Iwakawa said logically.

The burly man was speechless and had to squat beside the stove, looking left and right, pretending to be busy with something, in order to avoid the young man who kept asking questions.

Su Ping crossed his arms and said with a smile: "Didn't you say there would be more than a dozen? Why did you catch so many?"

"I'm in a good mood and my hands are warm, so I might as well catch a few more and eat them to my heart's content so that I can kill the enemy in the afternoon." Iwakawa said leisurely, looking at the experienced Qianyan Army, winking and saying, "You say, isn't this true?"

Ning Lian had no expression on his face and said calmly, "That's true, but it's best not to eat too much, otherwise it will also cause trouble."

In front of the other soldiers' terrified eyes, Yanchuan patted his chest and said, "Don't worry about me. We are not children anymore. Who can get a stomachache? Why don't you tell me who you are most worried about? I will definitely keep an eye on him."

Ning Lian pointed without hesitation at the man who had spoken earlier. He was standing next to the stove and talking a lot. Although he was older than him, he looked like a lively guy and seemed unable to sit still all day long.

In this situation, if it were an ordinary person, he would have coughed and said nothing, but who is Yanchuan? He is a well-known shameless person. He immediately looked in the direction of the finger and started to analyze the situation.

"Tsk tsk tsk, so that's how it is. You're most worried about Su Ping, right? Hey, don't worry. Although my brother is young, he has strong self-control. He won't do anything that other kids would do. Don't worry."

Su Ping shook his head helplessly, with an inexplicable meaning in his smile. It seemed as if he had returned to many years ago, when he was in a private school full of the sound of reading, and was arguing with three fellow students.

Ning Lian's face remained calm as he said bluntly, "I'm talking about you. You should pay more attention."

"So it was me. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be fine. But I didn't expect you to care about me so much. I'm really sorry for the trouble."

Yanchuan was grinning, Su Ping didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and the others looked bewildered, as if the world was turning upside down. Then they mourned in silence and muttered to themselves.

Ning Lian didn't say much. He just reached out and patted the young man on the shoulder, leaving only one sentence that made Su Ping look thoughtful, the others sighed, and Yanchuan's mood did not change.

"When you get back, find me at the corner of the camp."