Resurrection Empire

Chapter 1441: Chapter 543: My Turf, My Rules (3)

On the other side of the partition zone where there was a leak, the pirate survivors with their last ounces of luck gradually suffocated to death. The rest of the pirates continued to await judgment from fate with trepidation. Due to damage to smart devices, only manual repairs could be done, so the sealing effect wasn’t great, and air kept leaking. The hissing sound was nerve-wracking.

Some pirate ships even had their main structures completely collapse, with only a few extremely lucky individuals staying in their respective sealed cabins, isolated from the world, waiting for rescue.

This situation offered a chance to survive, but waiting in the dark while enduring dwindling oxygen and increasingly difficult breathing, completely placing hopes of survival on others, was not easy.

However, the rescue operations for the Red Peak Army were indeed very challenging.

After all, the Red Peak Warriors were trained primarily in causing destruction and damage.

In the minds of the warriors, a soldier’s duty is only to cause destruction and kill. Killing sounds simple, but it’s tricky as one must also avoid being killed.

The Red Peak Warriors executed their killing tasks not bluntly, but with precision, executing even the most complex tactical ideas in an orderly manner.

But when it came to saving people, these meticulous guys immediately reverted to being clumsy guys.

Ren Zhong once considered adding extra skills to the Red Blade Clan’s soldiers, like disaster rescue. After all, according to his worldview, a soldier’s enemy is not just weapon-wielding enemy nations. Anything threatening the lives of their people is an enemy, and must be opposed, including both human-made and natural disasters.

Unfortunately, his vision had not yet been realized. For the Red Blade Clan, currently at a disadvantage and in urgent need of establishing their status through a real battle, simply improving the soldiers’ combat capabilities required all efforts, and there was no way to also train them in rescue capabilities.

Just as destruction is always easier than construction, saving people is far harder than killing.

So, over these five days, the Red Peak Warriors spent two days carefully exploring, systematically arranging the pirates with the best conditions, the least rescue difficulty, and the warships still in good shape that voluntarily came forward.

Some warships still worth repairing were gradually sent to nearby repair-type war fortresses for quick repairs to restore basic mobility.

Meanwhile, the engineering war fortresses used those two days to transform a large number of single-person fighters into multifunctional rescue flying devices.

Previously born for war, accustomed only to slaughter, the Red Peak Army pilots hastily crammed in the virtual network for two days to learn the skills of using rescue flying devices.

As the third day had just begun, acting as representative for the war prisoners, a certain absolutely lucky, or exceptionally adept at survival Five Elder Clan pirate group leader finally received an audience with Ren Zhong.

"Kui Sheng greets Earl, sir."

A middle-aged man almost prostrated on the ground in a full kowtow.

Sitting on the throne before him was Ren Zhong.

At the moment, Ren Zhong looked slightly fatigued.

Many thought he was basking in victory over these two days, but in reality, as soon as he left the Fold Jump Battleship and returned to the Command Flagship, he joined the virtual system nonstop to personally oversee the design and construction of the multifunctional rescue flying devices.

Presently, within the Red Blade Clan, three people were most adept at production management. One was Ju Qingmeng, who was currently sleeping. Another was Jin Simin, presiding over matters on Red Blade Star. The third was the all-rounder Ren Zhong himself. Since he was with the fleet, he took up the responsibility.

The completion of the entire modification plan within two days owed much to his hands-on management throughout.

At that moment, the last batch of single-person fighters undergoing transformation had just been sent onto the production line, granting him a moment of respite to remember it was time to see the war prisoners.

Thus, he witnessed the scene before him.

Kui Sheng, the Steering Man of an ancient power with thousands of years of history in the Shattered Star Ring, showed no semblance of the dignity expected from a figure of inherited power, offering a full formal greeting without hesitation to Ren Zhong.

Ren Zhong’s mouth twitched slightly, feeling speechless.

Under his insistence, the Red Blade Clan had long abandoned the outdated custom of lower ranks needing to bow before higher ranks, so he was momentarily struck with goosebumps at being greeted in such a manner.

"Commander Kui, please stand and come forward." Ren Zhong gestured with a hand.

Hearing this, Kui Sheng straightened his back, but his knees remained welded to the floor, shuffling on his knees closer to Ren Zhong.

Ren Zhong: ...

"I told you to stand and speak, what is this about walking on your knees?"

Kui Sheng was taken aback, "Isn’t it always like this in the Empire? It’s the same within us."

Ren Zhong waved a hand, "From now on, it won’t be like this anymore. On my turf, I make the rules."