Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

"Xiao Su, these forty-nine brothers are now in your hands. Take them with you and continue to gallop out there!" Ying Qian said lightly while sitting in his tent.

But there was no Su Ping or anyone else opposite him, just no one at all. Looking at the expression of the centurion commander, it seemed a little weird.

"Is it possible that I am lowering my authority by saying this?" Ying Qian touched his chin, which felt like it was being pricked by a thorn. He thought about his words and was undecided for a moment.

"Hey, if I had known, I wouldn't have asked Lao Hu to notify him to come over. This way, there would be someone to help with the advice. Or just say a few words? But this makes me look too casual. No, no!"

Ying Qian, who had been distressed for a long time because of a few words, tapped his head with his fingers and muttered to himself: "This little Su is brave in battle, just like me when I was young. He probably doesn't want the general to be a weak guy. I have to be decisive!

But what if I'm wrong? Xiao Su's ability is comparable to that of dozens of soldiers, and he seems to have a far-sighted vision. I can't let him teach the application form and run to someone else, otherwise where will I put my old face?"

Just when Ying Qian was worried about this, someone outside the tent reported something in a gentle voice, which immediately scared him.

"Captain, Sergeant Su is here."

Ying Qian immediately sat up straight, his eyes firm, his face solemn, his tone serious, and he said slowly and steadily: "Come in."

Outside the tent, Old Hu listened to the deliberately molded voice and his mouth twitched suddenly, but without saying much, he opened the entrance of the tent and went in with the young man behind him.

“Greetings, Captain.” Su Ping stood upright in the center of the tent, gun in hand. The spirit of a handsome young man coexisted with the sharpness of the soldiers.

Ying Qian waved his hand gently, pointed to one of the seats lined up on both sides, glanced at Lao Hu standing next to him, and then slowly said: "Su Ping, you are seventeen this year, right?"

"Yes." Su Ping nodded honestly after sitting down.

After staying in the camp for more than ten days, Su Ping also realized that this centurion was an easy person to get along with. After all, he was the one who asked people to call him by his nickname as soon as they met.

So he didn't think too much about it. Simple and clear words were much better than exaggerated words in the eyes of people who were not pretentious and didn't need them at all.

Ying Qian nodded slightly, "Then can I call you Xiao Su?"

"Of course, the captain is both an elder and the immediate superior of his subordinates, so it's a good title to call him that." Su Ping said with a smile.

Ying Qian hummed and was about to continue, but Lao Hu beside him coughed twice and blurted out a sentence from between his teeth, "Captain, aren't we going to discuss letting Su Ping lead the troops?"

"Ah, yes! I called Xiao Su here today just for this matter. Ahem... Xiao Su, you have been sweeping through the monster camp recently. Your achievements far exceed those of ordinary soldiers. I want to make you the leader of 50 people."

"Thank you for your approval, Captain. I will do my best to serve the country and the people!" Su Ping stood up, picked up the spear beside him, and saluted with a proper gun.

Ying Qian looked at the handsome young man, sighed, and asked leisurely: "Let me ask you another question, what do you think of me as a person?"

Su Ping's eyes flashed, and he smiled and said, "Captain Qianfu is upright, just, respectful, and humble. He has no airs. Everyone in the camp is proud of you!"

Ying Qian laughed when he heard this. "Many people say so, but Xiao Su, your evaluation is the most pertinent. Let's go for a walk outside and I'll introduce something to you."

Lao Hu was stunned for a moment, and asked quickly: "Captain, isn't this what I usually do? What are you doing..."

"What you do is yours. It's not like I don't know everything. Everyone has done this job before. You can take a rest." Ying Qian waved his hand and turned away.

Su Ping looked at Old Hu, who shook his head slightly. However, there was a lot of meaning in his eyes, which made Su Ping feel that this matter should not be simple, at least not a trivial matter.

After leaving the tent, Ying Qian walked in front with his hands behind his back. He was friendly to everyone he met, chatting about family matters and talking about how many monster heads he had beheaded that day.

This captain really doesn't look like an official. He looks like a kind old man from some unknown family in the fields. Just looking at him makes people feel happy, because there are very few people like him.

Ying Qian led Su Ping to the entrance of the camp, where firewood was piled up in large quantities. At the bottom was a three-foot-high stone platform, and high walls were built with large stone slabs around it. The walls had large and small holes and no ceiling.

All around this platform and on top, there are Qianyan soldiers standing, with their postures upright, like giant trees proudly standing in the mountains, born to never fall.

When the many soldiers standing guard below the stage saw the centurion, they stood up and saluted with their guns, but no one took a step forward and left.

The two soldiers standing on the wall of the platform also looked in that direction, but they had no guns in their hands, and their hands did not move, they just saluted.

Ying Qian waved his hand, then took Su Ping to the wall, put his hand on the wall, his eyes full of emotion, and spoke slowly.

"Xiao Su, this is the beacon tower of our camp. It was destroyed when I was the captain of a thousand men. It was a catastrophic event that broke the center of the camp!"

Su Ping listened quietly without saying anything.

“That was six years ago, when a group of monsters in the westernmost part of Lisha Suburbs rioted. Countless monsters swarmed in and turned every place they passed into a wasteland.

During that great war, part of our southern camp was also affected. The beacon tower was engulfed in flames, thick smoke covered half the sky, and the battle was extremely brutal.

Finally, this great battle ended in the west-central part of Lisha Suburbs, but more than half of the Qianyan Army stationed in Lisha Suburbs were killed or wounded, their guns were broken, their armors were torn, and some brothers' bodies could not be found later, and were buried underground there, sleeping forever!

Whenever a monster riot comes, it is always so fast that people and horses cannot pass on the news quickly enough to take effective precautions in the first place, so beacon towers were created to give warnings by using the thick smoke produced by the fire.

After Ying Qian finished speaking, he withdrew his hand and slowly looked at the young man beside him. "One beacon tower lit means at least hundreds of monsters are gathering and rioting. Three beacons mean thousands of monsters are gathering and rioting. If there are more than five beacons, it means the monsters are rioting in large numbers, at least tens of thousands, enough to massacre half of a captain's troops."

Su Ping suddenly realized, "I have never heard of news about monster riots before. Could it be that..."

"That's right. Every time a big riot ends, unless it is a riot that can affect the foundation of the country, the Qianyan Army's external reports will always be that they have conducted an inspection today and are safe!" Ying Qian continued, speaking slowly.

The two looked at each other, and then their gazes fell on the beacon tower. If one day, a monster riot broke out again, they would also stand on the battlefield, fighting without regard for their own safety and risking their lives.

However, these soldiers who died on the battlefield and suppressed monsters for the people did not even leave their names behind in the end, and were even inferior to other people in Liyue Harbor.

This is not about competing to see who is more important, but those who have made contributions should be known to the public. However, if the news that more than half of the Qianyan Army stationed here were killed or injured spread, the people would be terrified.

There was a great disaster that could kill so many people in the Qianyan Army, and people are always filled with fear, thinking about what to do in the future, which will breed resentment, self-abandonment, and an extremely negative mentality.

Therefore, the Qianyan Army and the General Affairs Department always adopt the approach of making a big deal out of a small matter and a small matter out of nothing when dealing with such matters. Unless the truth is absolutely uncoverable, they will never deny the major disasters and the large number of casualties in the Qianyan Army.

This is a helpless move, but also the appropriate move at the moment.

Su Ping thought about it again and again, and then said: "It has always been like this. There is no such thing as a peaceful and prosperous age..."

Ying Qian sighed slightly, "Don't think that not remembering the fallen Thousand Rocks Army is disrespectful to these lovely people. Perhaps they want to fight so hard to get to Liyue, and they no longer need to patrol every day."

“Then every once in a while, there might be a post about someone’s Thousand Rock Army killing thousands of monsters with extraordinary bravery. Isn’t that a monster riot?” Su Ping was horrified.

Ying Qian nodded, "Yes, but not every time. The number of monster riots is actually much less than that of monster riots, but no matter which one, we need to be on high alert.

From now on, you will be the leader of a team of fifty people. There are some things that I need to let you know in advance. If there is a disaster of monster riot level, the soldiers of Qianyan Army... must die but not retreat!"

Su Ping admired silently.

Ying Qian also pondered for a long time, and continued: "This unwritten rule has been circulated in the army for a long time. As for which soldier came up with this idea, it is no longer possible to find out. Also... the leader of the 50-man team was arranged by me personally.

So the military pay is still the same 300,000 as the normal soldiers, do you mind this?"

“Of course not.” Su Ping shook his head. This was not because of anything else, but because the Qianyan Army needed to serve the country and the people. Besides, the soldiers outside were different from the soldiers in Liyue Harbor.

The Thousand Rock Army soldiers in Liyue Harbor also earn three hundred thousand each, while the Thousand Rock Army soldiers outside have another way to earn income, which is hunting monsters.

An ordinary Hilichurl costs one thousand Mora, a stronger or special one costs four thousand Mora, a Hilichurl King costs twenty thousand, and there are many other monster prices, which the Thousand Rocks Army all know well.

"By the way, Iwakawa's recent scout training has been going pretty smoothly. When he's able to take charge on his own, send him to your team. You two came here together, so you can look after each other."

"My subordinate understands."

"Go back, have a good rest, and lead the troops in the tent tomorrow!"

"Yes."

Su Ping retreated slowly, but the captain Ying Qian had not left yet. He was still standing under the beacon tower with a deep look in his eyes, full of reminiscence.

Many years ago, there was a young soldier standing here as well. He was full of vigor and awe-inspiring, a presence that made others turn around to look at him when he walked down the street.

Unknown number of years ago, there was also a Thousand Rocks Army that stood on the land of Liyue and issued an order that soldiers must die rather than retreat, and that good news must be reported but bad news must not be reported.

No one knows who he is, and many people do not know the names of those who died in the battle.

But he is a member of the Thousand Rocks Army, and they are all members of the Thousand Rocks Army. Their name shakes the sky, is well-known between heaven and earth, and stands firm!