Chapter 1417
Chapter 1417 - 1412: Chaotic Frontline
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Even though Lu Ping’an had once assessed the intensity of the battlefield on the frontline and even watched numerous live broadcasts, when he actually arrived at the edge of the battlefield, he still couldn’t bear it...
"So many lives are slipping away..."
There were no wails, no screams. As he entered the outskirts of the military camp, low cries were faintly heard, and all the passing gazes were numb.
Is losing an arm considered a disability? Then what about those with only half their bodies left, still crawling on the ground? When those upward-staring eyes fixated on Lu Ping’an, even he was somewhat shocked.
The reaching hand stopped at one point as countless lives were passing away, wailing. If they glimpsed a "miracle," everyone would beg for this limited miracle... But the most lethal fear was perhaps that this was just false comfort, a more deadly reprieve.
Here, the ground was littered with injured, but there was a lack of even basic treatment. Even if Lu Ping’an managed to save a wound by delaying it, who would follow up with the necessary treatment? Even a wound accounting for one-sixth of an injury is still fatal in this world.
Even if one survived that, the next "delayed wound" would be just as lethal.
At this moment, Lu Ping’an confirmed that the prerequisite for the usefulness of his delayed payment was the supplement of reliable medical logistics.
In this world, in a local area that lacked sufficient healing power, cannon fodder was originally thrown to attract enemy fire... In the eyes of some, they were much cheaper than the enemy’s ammunition. If they could deplete the abilities of the Extraordinaries from the other side, it would be even more worthwhile.
"Why are there no doctors?" Lu Ping’an had been walking around the camp for more than ten minutes, but he had not seen a single doctor in a white coat, not even a nursing staff member.
"There were a few... They ran out of medicine just a few days after the fighting began, and the medicine is worth much more than these cannon fodder."
Lu Ping’an’s inquiry received a brutally honest response.
Professionals among the Healers? That was impossible. The use of extraordinary power had its limits; such a level of consumption would probably render even a Rule-level Healer inoperative in less than two days.
Lu Ping’an casually asked a few questions and found that most of the frontline fillers were actually volunteers... As cruel as it sounded, the money one could earn in exchange for three months of service per head could allow them to realize a life they had only dreamed of.
"It’s better than starving to death without value in some corner."
Slaves, mercenaries, civilians wielding wooden spears, disaster victims, Avengers, and many more who had no other choices took this path.
Lu Ping’an closed his eyes, but his Eye of Truth told him that at least thousands of lives were struggling to hang on within several kilometers... These were actually the lucky ones, able to live and get off the battlefield and deemed worthless to continue filling the front lines.
And some of them clearly had lost the ability to move back to safer areas.
"This is already a mercy..."
At first, when Lu Ping’an heard this, he was a bit surprised, but when he truly understood the situation on the ground, he found it seemed to be true.
War was not a matter of one or two years... Even that accelerated ten-year bloodbath was not everything; in the long history of this planet, a history without war was exceedingly rare.
The prolonged bloodshed had long eroded the humanity of both sides in the conflict, and the ability to withdraw the wounded was already considered "benevolent governance" by the Easterners once they started to control the battle lines.
Lu Ping’an flipped a finger, and a "Tree of Redemption" slowly rose.
It had just appeared when it lit up the night sky, with countless fireflies continuously falling down.
"...Redemption."
Under Lu Ping’an’s will, the tree twisted violently as if resisting something or perhaps wailing.
But the next moment, that sky full of fireflies gained a tinge of blood.
And the wounded who touched those flowers suddenly looked much better... The next moment, numerous wounded began to frantically fight for them, some even biting those in their way with the only mouth they could move.
Lu Ping’an sighed. He didn’t know if this was a good thing.
Lu Ping’an’s "Life Programming" turned this Lamp Tree into a "colander of life," and these "Fruits" provided a certain degree of medical treatment and a self-healing effect.
This was Lu Ping’an’s "mercy," even though he himself felt it was hypocritical... Faced with the extinction of countless lives, there was too little an individual could do. Spread thin, this "medicine" was hardly enough to even alleviate pain for fatal injuries.
"...Perhaps the rear needs more medical factories, maybe I could include medical supplies in my investment projects..."
The next moment, he shook his head, as he estimated that even if the drugs were produced, they would most likely be out of reach for the "losers" right in front of him.
Wanting to make it as cheap as cabbages? Not to mention the difficulty, can these losers here even afford cabbages?
When a world is lagging in all aspects, it becomes incredibly tough to change anything.
This is just a corner of the brutal Plane battlefield, even old stagers hardly bother to mention it... It’s just that Lu has always been doing business in the rear, deliberately avoiding the cruelty of the frontline.
"That’s not necessarily true, the battlefield here is the most special, the most bloody frontline..."
Lu Ping’an, of course, knew this place was quite unique, after all, he had come.
"Hahaha, you’re ’Peace Road’? Heroes do emerge from youths throughout the ages, have you eaten? Want to join for a bit?"
Having just walked into the tent, Lu Ping’an was greeted with a warm welcome.
In front of a roasted platter of beast meat, a Giant man clad in beast hides was hungrily feasting.
Upon the first meeting, he invited Lu Ping’an to join in eating...
"I ate on my way here... Then I won’t be polite."
With just a glance, Lu Ping’an abandoned any thought of politeness; he tore off a piece of roast meat, still bearing traces of blood.
"...Delicious."
[Consuming Wonton Dragon (Lower Gold) Barbecue, Physique has received a slight amplification...]
𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
After checking the explanation, Lu Ping’an nodded with satisfaction, worthy of being an eighth-tier Gourmet, even someone of his degree could gain a noticeable enhancement.
Of course, if one’s Power wasn’t up to par, this thing would be deadly poison.
"I’ll be at ease now that you’re here. Let me tell you, those losers on the other side are a real pain, not only hard to kill but also poisonous..."
The "Strongest Right Arm in History" Shi Xiaoyou... Although the name and title were both cringe-inducing, the standard combination of an eighth-tier Gourmet and chef, along with a few well-matched Battle-professions, was definitely the most despair-inducing weapon on the battlefield.
Where such a being was present, was naturally the most intense battlefront... but he had been fighting here for over four months and really couldn’t take it anymore.
"Alright, this thing is a token, a local Conductor’s communicator, it’s about time..."
And at this moment, Shi Xiaoyou quickly concluded the handover...
"You listen to the Conductor’s orders if you feel like it, or ignore them if not."
"The one big and three small on the opposite side are a bit overwhelming, watch out for its tail, it’s venomous..."
"You can take charge of the command if you want, doesn’t matter if it falls apart, just take good care of yourself."
If all the above nonsense can also be counted as a handover, then his efficiency was quite high. In a flash, he finished off the meat and made off with the package.
"...Uh, it can’t be that bad, right?"
"He’s afraid you’ll drag him onto the battlefield, and also afraid the other side might attack at this moment..."
A very realistic reason, if the enemy attacked now, he might get dragged onto the battlefield too.
Lu Ping’an heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately, the other side had a bit of a conscience and left him a work record for the handover.
"Hold the position, keep communication open, fight if you can, run if you can’t."
This seems to be Lu Ping’an’s job content from now on.
"Huh? There’s more content..."
Yet the Eye of Truth saw invisible letters formed by "Contamination".
"The three big and one small on the other side, that red little guy is stubborn, don’t foolishly fight her to the death. The other three are pretty smart, remember not to attack actively at midnight, they get edgy..."
Okay then, so much for team synergy.
— End of Chapter 1417 —