Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Three months later, Liyue Harbor still stood tall in the world. The city walls had not been breached, and it had not even been touched by monsters.

It's very strange. The western camp was defeated three months ago, so why can Liyue Harbor still hold its ground now?

Later historians have an explanation for this, an explanation that sounds very reasonable but always makes people doubt it. It is an explanation that scholars came up with after looking through the specific amounts of military expenditures at that time and various records of the battlefield at that time, and considering many aspects and angles.

As everyone knows, Ning Guang, the Lord Tianquan at that time, sent people to create and imitate many Guizhong machines. Their power was only not as great as those of the immortals, but they were still much better than the city defense crossbow. They could shoot through a rock dragon lizard from a hundred feet away and still have enough power to fight and kill the enemy.

It is conceivable how the retreating western camp fought against the monsters with the support of so many replicas.

Among the numerous materials, one rather special piece of textual carrier stands out because it is not from any official or folk record, but an autobiography written by a soldier who served on the battlefield so long ago that his name was lost.

The first sentence of the Autobiography of an Unknown Soldier is very strange.

I may die at any time, so I leave behind this autobiography in the hope that one day a book written by me will also become a big hit.

The reason why he was considered strange was that this soldier was a crossbowman operating a replica of the Guizhong machine, standing on the city wall, shooting at the monsters from a distance. How come the first sentence of his autobiography was that he was worried that he would die at any time?

People in later generations are baffled. They can only assume that the author, who did not write his name in his autobiography, did not leave a biography of his life, and rarely mentioned anything other than the war, was very afraid of death.

……

On the battlefield that day, the nameless soldier controlled the Guizhong machine and kept shooting at the group of monsters. He didn't need to aim at all. He could shoot wherever he wanted. It was very refreshing and enjoyable.

There are a total of 3,000 such large machines on the city walls. Because the resources and manpower required to imitate such weapons are too high, the simpler and mass-produced city defense crossbows became the best choice in later manufacturing.

A few hours later, the unknown soldier was replaced, and his replica aircraft was also sent away for maintenance. He would come back to take over the shift after the break.

At such times, the exhausted unknown soldier would have the chance to think and be thankful for his good luck in the past and for being assigned to this unit that did not have to charge into battle.

On the day when he enlisted in the army, he was not really willing to do so. It was just that his father had always placed high hopes on him and did not want him to sink into desolation in the world. He was just a mediocre person who could not study, practice martial arts, or work. He could only earn some odd jobs in the workshop to make a living and lived in a daze.

To be honest, if his father hadn't preached those moral principles every day, like young people should be more energetic, should try more, dare to fight harder, shouldn't stay in places where people in their 40s and 50s just muddle through, and should get married early to avoid being too lonely, he might still stay there, not wanting to change, too lazy to change.

In order to prevent his worried father from being disappointed in his son at such an old age, or perhaps because he still had a trace of unwillingness in his heart, he enlisted in the army when the company was about to collapse. He just happened to be assigned to this job which did not require any effort but only stressed his mind, and he was already very satisfied.

Asking him to carry a gun and charge, running several miles every day, would be more painful than killing him. Moreover, although this man was not afraid of death, he was actually afraid of pain. When he was a child, he was often looked down upon by his neighbors because of this. They laughed at him for being born in the wrong place and having a fist in vain.

The time when he was about to become an adult was the happiest time for him, because he was full of ambition and wrote two books in a row. He was so absorbed in the days and nights of writing that he could never forget them. Unfortunately, after the publication of these two books, they fell into oblivion and did not make any splash. No one read them at all.

Therefore, the young man lost his ambition and aspirations, and no matter how many times he picked up the pen, he could not write anything worthy of attention. He was just twenty years old, and he no longer hoped to write books to support himself and his family. He went to help out in a workshop, doing repetitive and boring work day after day.

Have you ever asked yourself, are you willing?

In the end, I could only smile bitterly. What else could I do?

Yes, he was not good at studying, not good at martial arts, and had no brains for business. While his peers were indulging in women, he didn't have a single unusual friend around him, and he didn't even have many normal friends. He had accomplished nothing, and his eating and drinking were a waste of the world's resources.

It's not a family problem. He wanted to study, practice martial arts, and even wrote books when he didn't make any money. He used his family's money to make a living. That was enough. He disappointed his family and made them run around for him.

When you get older, you shouldn't be willful. Moreover, he had been instilled with the idea that he should shoulder the responsibilities of his family since he was a child. As a result, he gave up writing books, which was his most desired thing when he was young, and went to work.

Perhaps it was because his heart was full of joy but it did not attract everyone's attention, so he felt a little unwilling. He tossed and turned in the tent all day and couldn't sleep. He felt itchy at the joints of the thumb and index finger of his right hand, as if something was missing there.

What is missing is a pen and ink to write.

Over the past few years, although he had the urge to write a book when he was living in a muddle, he had never been as restless as he was today. He had a thousand words wrapped in his belly, and the urge to put them on paper was extremely unbearable.

When your creative ideas are flowing uncontrollably, it is most unbearable to not have the right pen and ink at hand.

So the young man tossed and turned, but the sky was still dark and there was no sign of dawn.

Unable to bear it any longer, he had to quietly leave the tent and go to the logistics department to register for paper and pen and ink. As for what he needed it for, no one asked, because it was probably for writing a suicide note. The registration clerk was only slightly surprised to see that he needed so much paper, and did not show any more strange emotions, for fear of hurting the soldier's self-esteem.

The young man didn't care about the gazes that he would normally notice. He just wanted to work late into the night, write down everything he thought of, slowly compile it into a book, and then publish it... and sell it...

Just when he thought of this, his passion was almost extinguished by himself. Fortunately, after comforting himself for a while, he used the ridiculous reason that it was just a suicide note for his family to read and that no one would care anyway, and started to write the autobiography to assist future scholars in their research.

After writing a page of paper under the kerosene lamp, the young man always felt that something was wrong. After reading it carefully, he realized that the beginning was not written. So he stopped and thought for a while, and finally wrote down the wish buried in his heart.

"I may die at any time, so I leave this autobiography behind in the hope that one day the book I write will also become a big hit."

No matter whether it is possible or not, no matter that he actually has no talent for this job, and he is not like Su Ping who uses precise words to describe things, and he cannot become Nan Zhangsheng who becomes famous with one book. Just take it as a small consolation before his death, to comfort him, a person who takes things as they come.

Then he turned off the lights and went to bed quickly because the sergeant in charge of patrolling the area noticed that he had not rested yet and came to persuade him. The young man did not want to trouble others, so he stopped creating and tossed and turned before finally falling asleep.

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From the third month onwards, the monsters became more violent, and the number of large monsters was at least twice as much as before, making the Thousand Rocks Army's battles more difficult.

Almost one in ten cavalry troops in the north survived, and the number of war horses killed was as high as 60,000. As a result, even if the cavalry still had enough strength to fight, there were no horses to ride or replace.

Throughout the history of Liyue, the cavalry had never really carried out a concentrated action. This was the first time they had faced a large-scale war without the support of gods or immortals. It was inevitable that people would be panic-stricken, but they were Liyue people after all. They were brave and resolute, and after a few months of training, their fear and anxiety would be eliminated.

Only one in ten of the 50,000 cavalry stationed there survived, and the remaining 150,000 infantry also suffered considerable losses. Of course they would ask for help from the rear, so 100,000 of the 300,000 reserve troops stationed in the port were drawn out to provide support.

The battle line in the north has temporarily stabilized.

In the west, they still relied on the various machine-gun corps and the infantry lines to hold the monsters five miles outside the harbor.

The two generals who led the troops, Mulan and General Yu Zi, led the troops in battle personally dozens of times, playing an indelible role in encouraging the morale of the troops.

Above the East China Sea, there were gradually more monsters. The monsters with strange looks that could not be described began to pounce on the ships, trying to completely overturn these huge monsters floating on the water.

Among them, there are sea beasts as big as mountains, which can easily stir up huge waves thousands of feet high, creating a subjective scene where the sky is about to collapse and no place on earth can survive.

Every time this happened, a figure with black hair and red clothes would jump off the bow, turn into purple lightning and fly towards the mountain-sized sea beasts, which was extremely awe-inspiring.

Captain Beidou faced the sea beast, holding a big sword in one hand and a thunder ball in the other, fighting with the giant beast that had the power to destroy mountains and rivers, and he was not giving in at all, just like a human-shaped ferocious beast.

The holders of the Ice God's Eye who were busy using ice to condense water to block the huge waves suddenly heard a soft scold in their ears, followed by a roar of anger.

“This is the power that will destroy the sea and mountains!”

Everyone was shocked and amazed at the power that was not something that humans should have. Even though they had heard the story of Big Sister Beidou countless times, when they saw it with their own eyes, they realized that what they had imagined was too easy.

Purple light shone in the sky, loud noises and thunder resounded across the heaven and earth...

This was a strange phenomenon caused by Beidou alone. It was the power of her fighting against the mountain and sea beasts alone with a sword. In the entire Liyue Harbor, the only one who had done the same thing and surpassed her was the commander-in-chief Su Ping.

When he stepped onto the ice, all he saw was a strange purple color. Su Yunqing, who went by the alias Su Bin, was trying hard to fill in elemental power while muttering to himself in a voice that only he could hear.

"Aunt Beidou's strength is indeed amazing."