Hou Kaijiang, Fan Shaofeng, Jin Wenxiong, and the other cameramen blushed a little as they looked at the pile of fish bones in front of them.

They were practically insiders, so they knew Wen Mingsong and Bi Rou quite well and knew what they had done. But did they feel unworthy of such treatment?

Jiang Si looked at them and said, "You don't need to look at me like that."

Wen Mingsong and Bi Rou looked over.

He was robust, tall, and silent.

Jiang Si explained: "For the country and the people, one should be willing to sacrifice one's life."

Jiang Si saw the golden light of merit in them, which they had earned with their lives.

Perhaps due to years of injuries, as well as the rigorous training and perilous missions, they all have lingering health problems that constantly remind them of their difficult yet glorious past.

Their expressions immediately changed.

They were once comrades-in-arms, sharing life and death experiences and carrying out many secret missions. After retiring from the military, they entered this line of work through a friend's introduction, but what does Jiang Si mean by saying this? Does she know something?

Jiang Si chuckled: "You were soldiers, wasn't this your duty?"

His words explained her point very well.

Hou Kaijiang, Fan Shaofeng, and Jin Wenxiong realized they had overreacted and quickly apologized, "Teacher Jiang, we're sorry."

Realizing what had happened, they felt unworthy of it: "We just did what we were supposed to do."

[A good deed? What right does Jiang Si have? Is she some kind of elixir? The soldier's blood isn't something she can use to elevate her own status!]

Am I the only one who finds Jiang Si's words strange? It seems like this ambergris is more than just a spice.

[Someone just explained that if it really is the Dragon's Saliva Grass mentioned in records, it's something that can get along with Yama, the King of Hell.]

[If it were truly that miraculous, would Jiang Si have brought it out? Wake up!]

They still believed that the blessing Jiang Si spoke of was nothing more than enjoying a lavish feast.

They were enjoying their meal, but Xiang Zhiyi wasn't so happy.

Perhaps Xiang Zhiyi had embarrassed herself that morning, because she had been holding back her anger the whole way.

Being in the thick of it, Xiao Minglang and Zhang Chengguo naturally understood the situation better. Neither of them wanted to talk much; they just wanted to finish the mission as soon as possible.

Following the GPS, they found two more supply packages.

So far, they have found three supply packages, while Jiang Si's group has not found any.

This made Xiang Zhiyi feel a little better.

They also found a place to rest on the spot. To avoid the same tragedy as in the morning, they took out a stone and smashed the protruding rock to ensure safety.

Their luck wasn't great; their supply pack only contained instant noodles, but they had no hot water and had to eat them dry on the spot.

If you add background music, it really evokes the desolate feeling of autumn leaves being swept away by the wind.

The contrast is striking, and it truly reveals a sense of bitterness.

[They're feasting on meat and fish over there, while we're just eating instant noodles here—the contrast is stark.]

[Isn't one of these people even capable of starting a fire and boiling water?]

[Zhang Chengguo said, "But even a skilled cook can't cook without rice; you can't exactly make him hunt."]

No matter how tough or tiring it is, we still have to keep operating.

Xiao Minglang found humor in the situation: "This really takes me back to my childhood. Apart from eating bear-shaped crispy noodles when I was a kid, I've never done this stuff before."

"It's alright. Marching and fighting is hard work, how can we expect to have plenty of meat and fish?" Xiang Zhiyi swallowed the instant noodles with difficulty.

It was dry and hard; it was really hard to eat.

Of course, it's still better than compressed biscuits.

[Waaah, sister, you're so magnanimous! That's how it is, it's not like we're camping.]

The group next door really does look like they're camping; it's a complete smear campaign.

I'm so upset thinking about people from the past. We can still have instant noodles now, but we didn't have any back then. We almost had to eat coarse food.

It's about cherishing the life we ​​have now.

Yes, we will always pay tribute to you.

Whether it was fans or paid trolls, they suddenly raised the bar, leaving passersby in awe.

No one's bothering you with reminiscing about past hardships and appreciating present happiness, but please don't praise one while belittling another, okay?

[Tsk tsk tsk, I could smell that sourness from three miles away. Nobody said anything at first, after all, how many people can have Jiang Si's abilities?]

[Seriously, I'm devastated by this. They're always comparing her to Jiang Si. Can't they change the subject? Your sister's acting is far superior to Jiang Si's. (I'm not a fan, and I don't mean to compare. She's healthy, has a happy family, and I'm just stating the facts. Based on the limited amount of Jiang Si's acting I've seen, it's definitely cringe-worthy, but she is undeniably beautiful and incredibly skilled.)]

[Hilarious! Your survival instinct is better than ten ambergris!]

Zhang Chengguo had encountered all sorts of difficulties in the wild. After finishing his meal, he stood still to rest and discussed their next move.

Xiao Minglang leaned closer: "Brother Zhang, we should go here later, right?" Judging from the terrain, the slope is relatively gentle, and the supplies are quite plentiful.

“So far, they haven’t taken a single supply package,” Zhang Chengguo pointed to the GPS. “Then they must have gone this way. If I’m not mistaken, they should have gone this way. This is where the most supplies are. We need to speed things up.”

He glanced at the sky: "Shall we set off now?"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Zhiyi felt dizzy, having only rested for less than half an hour.

She didn't believe Jiang Si's group could be faster than them.

If we're talking about dragging things down, Bi Rou is about the same as her.

"Don't you want to rest a little longer?" Xiang Zhiyi asked.

Zhang Chengguo shook his head. "We must get here before dark, otherwise it will be difficult to set up tents." At their current speed, they can only set off as soon as possible.

Xiao Minglang sighed inwardly: "Brother Zhang, let's rest a little longer, otherwise we really won't be able to keep going."

With two votes to one, Zhang Chengguo had no choice but to agree.

Meanwhile, Jiang Si had already set off with her people, and their speed had noticeably increased.

Bi Rou whispered to Wen Mingsong from behind, "Brother Song, don't you feel full of energy? I don't feel dizzy or out of breath right now, it's even better than taking nitroglycerin."

When Bi Rou said that, Wen Mingsong also realized it.

It seems his old injuries are gone? He is serious and dedicated to his work, often doing a single action to the fullest extent, and he avoids using a stunt double whenever possible. He has fractured his lumbar spine and thigh, and has suffered countless other minor injuries.

Thirty years old, but with the body of a fifty-year-old.

But now it seems like everything has suddenly gotten better?

"Hey, I didn't even feel it until you said it." Wen Mingsong looked at his hands and feet, wondering where the soreness from the exertion was.

Despite his small stature, Qi Yan easily kept up with his hands behind his back, like a young master on an outing.

At first, everyone thought he would be a burden, but to everyone's surprise, he made it all the way with ease, and his stamina was comparable to Jiang Si's abnormal stamina.

Qi Yan chewed on a blade of grass and said nonchalantly, "This is dragon's saliva grass. You should be grateful that you can eat it."

Um? ? ?

Bi Rou asked, "Isn't ambergris a spice?"

Qi Yan rolled her eyes at her: "For you mortals, dragon's saliva grass is a great tonic."

Wen Mingsong and Bi Rou, two mortals: ...

Bi Rou: "Aren't you an ordinary person?"

Qi Yan fell silent.

Forget it, it's impossible to explain to mortals.