Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

The Doctor surprisingly talks a lot.

The "stragglers" ignored them most of the time and returned to their own tents with no less than ten handwritten letters on the table.

The words used were not familiar to Nanke, but surprisingly he could understand them. The top box without exception said "Dear Sir Skirmisher".

"Skicker" read each letter one by one.

My son is sick.

My wife is sick.

Dad is sick.

……

The reason and tone are like imitating someone, and they are surprisingly consistent - a relative is sick and wants to take leave to go home to visit relatives.

"Oh," "Skicker" threw the letter back on the table, crossed his arms and leaned back, "a bunch of garbage who are greedy for life and afraid of death."

Then he began to close his eyes and rest his mind.

It was quite quiet outside the tent, with only a few soldiers patrolling back and forth. It should be a rest time for the fools.

"Guobeng?" Nanke couldn't get out of his body, so he had to try to call his attention, "Guobeng, can you hear me?"

The "skirmishers" showed no response.

The feeling of being in the body of a skirmisher is not much different from that of a human body. Nanke tried to control his limbs with his own consciousness, but to no avail.

Unlike Asase Hibiki's dream, this time, she was completely trapped and couldn't even intervene with a finger.

Is this dream something that actually happened in the past?

Since she is in Xing Bing's body, where is Xing Bing himself?

This situation is really too passive.

As soon as the short rest time passed, the "skirmisher" was like an empty shell moving according to a predetermined trajectory, holding the pile of letters and getting up and walking out.

The well-trained subordinates have already lined up in front of the tent, eagerly waiting for the appearance of their superiors.

The "skirmisher" raised his lips and raised the letter towards them: "Who wrote the application? Come forward."

Probably because his smile was too gentle and harmless, about ten people walked out of the queue one after another, their expressions implying excitement.

The remaining people had a vague look of disdain on their faces.

The "skirmishers" had keen senses, and Nanke could clearly hear one of them whispering to his companions: "If you say you're going to take leave, you're going to take leave. Do you think the abyss investigation is just for an outing..."

"Don't say that, Mr. Skirmisher is the youngest among the executive officers, and he is also very soft-hearted..."

The "skirmishers" turned a deaf ear, and the smile on their faces did not even move: "From today on, you will be the advance team of the inspection team."

"Lord Skirmisher!" The faces of the fools standing at the front suddenly changed, and they couldn't help but take a step forward, "Aren't you going to allow us to go home to visit relatives?"

The Zhidong man was tall and oppressive. In comparison, the "skirmisher" who was less than his chest height was considered petite.

"Your head is raised too high." The "skirmisher" looked flatly at the opponent's chest and narrowed his eyes in danger.

The fools were stunned.

The "skirmisher" kicked the opponent's kneecap mercilessly, and there was a clear sound of bones breaking. The fools knelt down, put their hands on the ground, and let out incoherent trembling screams.

The fools behind were horrified, and they quickly knelt down on one knee and bowed their heads deeply.

"Let's set out in five minutes." The "skirmisher" snorted coldly, threw the letter in his hand at the fools in front of him, and turned around.

For others, the "stragglers" did not deal with it.

But here is the abyss. Being included in the advance team is more terrifying than letting them die.

The "skirmisher" personally led the team, left the safe area, and followed the river deep into the Wanren Mountains. In the middle of the team behind him, the doctor and several researchers were strictly escorted all the way.

The densely packed tree roots in the sky have no end in sight, and the entire world is as silent as a desolate planet with no trace of life. There is only the sound of countless pairs of military boots stepping on the rocks.

The target is a huge withered tree in the distance that reaches the sky and the ground.

Hanging upside down from the sky, the thick trunk stretches straight to the earth. Near the top of the forested mountains, branches spread out with an astonishing area, piercing the mountains and trapping rivers.

A small section of dead branches is a chasm, and between countless obstacles are groups of abyss monsters.

The advance team behind the "skirmishers" immediately suffered losses.

A fool holding a firegun was bitten from the head to the waist by a huge beast-land hound. His screams only lasted for a moment before he was swallowed into his stomach. The misfired bullets fell into the relatively tight team. The heavy guard raised his shield to block it. Next, another soldier was dragged away by another monster not far away.

The "skirmishers" take the lead and fight at the front to clear the way.

The surging elemental power stirred up and output within the body, turning into a mighty thunder that struck down all around without hesitation.

The advance team, whose pressure was slightly relieved, took the opportunity to shuttle among the monsters and plant bombs. Seeing that the front and rear arrangements were almost complete, the "skirmishers" appeared with divine rings behind them, staggering the claws of the monsters they were fighting, and nimbly dodging upwards.

There was a series of earth-shaking explosions, but the distance was still too close. The heat wave directly rolled up the "skirmishers" in mid-air and hit the dead branches high up.

The "skirmisher" took advantage of the situation and grabbed the cracked bark, turned over and jumped, hiding behind the thick branches.

The surroundings were shaking. He looked at the crisscrossing branches above him, waited for two seconds, then turned his head to support the branches on the side and looked down.

The field of vision was filled with branches burning with flames, the shadows of monsters, and the figures of fools, all obscured by the diffuse black smoke.

After waiting for a while, a cold signal with a sharp sound exploded into a small firework among the branches.

The "skirmishers" followed the sound and looked for them.

There is no elemental power in the abyss environment. The fierce fighting has drained more than half of the power from the body. When he landed, the "skirmisher" staggered unexpectedly.

The fighting was so intense that a piece of muscle in his leg was cut out at some point.

The white internal structure was nakedly exposed to the air, and several broken tubes dangled with the steps, dripping with light milky white viscous body fluids.

The "skirmisher"'s expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't know the pain, and his walking posture did not change much. He walked towards the doctor who was picking through the monster corpses with the researchers.

It's not that it doesn't hurt.

Nanke was in his body, and every injury suffered by the "skirmisher" was clearly transmitted to her.

The right half of the body was scorched by the explosion flames, even the outer layer of skin on the cheek was burned away. The white bones were clearly visible, and black ash adhered to the texture. The unknown monster bit through the left shoulder blade, which was too close to the dead body on the back of the neck. Point, severe pain.

If Nanke was in his own body, he must have fainted from the pain.

But the "skirmisher's" body has no self-protection mechanism for fainting.

After walking a few steps, a fool ran up holding a silver-white military coat and draped it on the shoulders of the stragglers.

The heavy long hem dragged to the ground, completely covering the injuries that exposed the inhuman features. The fine black fur collar also covered most of the dirty and beautiful face.

"Thank you, Seat Six." The doctor instructed a researcher to slice the monster's tissue into a prepared test tube, and then looked at the soldier with a well-mannered smile, "You seem to be in good condition. You can still do it again." Go deeper?"

"casual."

Skirmisher's voice was indifferent.

People were coming and going behind him, and the Fools were hurriedly arranging battle preparations and dealing with the dead and wounded. The doctor faced the stragglers and kept the curvature of the corner of his mouth for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand to the side.

"Then please. As a thank you, I just found something very nice, which may suit your liking."