Fried rice balls arrive at the snow mountain base

As the guide, Kuwano was asked to board the main warship along with the other two guides to ensure their safety.

Mu An was not among them. He and Wu Huansheng were always inseparable. Even when asked, he would say: There is no safer place than with General Wu Huansheng.

The other two guides were all the base could currently call upon. One had silver hair, natural wrinkles around his eyes, and a still upright posture, and looked kind and approachable. The other looked younger than Sangye, with a baby face and a more petite figure, but with a determined expression.

The sentries who remained at the base bore heavy responsibilities and could not leave their posts without permission, so not many people came to see them off.

Except for Wu Jianing, who was being held in the arms of the robot nanny, she waved vigorously at Wu Huansheng and his wife, having grown accustomed to separation. Even the strongest child looked rather pitiful at that moment.

Another person that Kuwano didn't expect was also standing not far away.

Jiang Sili.

As a key figure in overseeing the riots and guarding the base, he could not go to the snow-capped mountains with the main force.

He was as tall and elegant as ever, but his expression was desolate. He stared intently at a certain spot on the ship's porthole, as if silently bidding farewell to someone.

Sangye snapped out of her daze and had already boarded the main cabin. She looked in the direction Jiang Sili was staring at; Aso Ment was subtly withdrawing his gaze from the porthole.

The guide, an elderly woman, sat opposite Aso Ment with a gentle and warm smile.

After everyone was seated, the cabin doors closed one by one, for the final ten minutes.

"What's that?" Grandma Guide asked, reminding us. "Look outside."

Sangye leaned forward slightly and looked in the direction the guide grandmother was pointing.

A streak of golden-red, fiery light flashed by, and a figure leaped a few times to the front of the main ship, stepped onto the still-open hatch, and glided in, like a nimble bird, light and swift.

The person landed on the cabin floor without making a sound, and then stood up leisurely.

Aso Ment glanced at him but said nothing.

At first, Lin Changli's arrival might have made her position somewhat awkward, but over the years she had long since stopped caring. Apart from causing trouble and making things difficult for her, Lin Changli showed no signs of interfering with her management of Black Tower Star, simply acting as a wealthy and idle person with great destructive power.

She had long since turned a blind eye to his free comings and goings, and even his occasional brazen departures from Black Tower Star in his warship.

There were plenty of seats left in the main ship's cabin, so Lin Changli chose a seat that was neither too close nor too far from Sangye, and sat down opposite her.

While the main ship was peaceful and serene, the rest of the fleet was in an uproar.

"Is that a marshal?"

"It's him! I've seen his spirit form!"

"Only a marshal could take off without relying on spiritual energy or mechanical power."

......

Various voices have emerged, including some dissenting opinions.

Lin Changli personally went to suppress the Snow Mountain tribe rebellion last time, but only two or three months after his return, the Snow Mountain tribe revolted again. Isn't this the result of his failure to handle the situation properly?

On the other side, someone else asked, "What should we do? Kill them all?"

Amidst the commotion, Wu Huansheng and Mu An exchanged a glance but did not participate in any discussion.

Amidst the commotion, all the warships took off in turn.

"Let me out!" the little phoenix cried again.

Lin Changli sneered: "You're dreaming. Let you out? Where would we put you? Are there enough warships to hold you?"

"I can shrink." The little phoenix retorted, puffing out its cheeks as it soared through his mental landscape, setting fires everywhere.

"Heh." Lin Changli sneered again, not trusting it at all.

"Besides, I can fly. I can fly in space. I'm not like you weakling humans."

"Stop causing trouble. I'm not going to waste my mental energy rebuilding your mental landscape. If you keep making a fuss, you'll be sleeping on scorched earth later." Lin Changli ignored it. "How come other people's mental bodies aren't as troublesome as you?"

"How can you say I'm the one causing trouble? It's clearly you who's causing trouble." Although the little phoenix was unconvinced, she still obediently stopped. "I am a projection of your subconscious. Even if you change your spiritual body, it will be the same, unless you change your nature."

The spirit often exhibits personality traits different from its owner, representing a side of the owner's subconscious or the side the owner "hopes to become".

A host who is unrestrained and unconventional may be emotionally reserved; a host who is restrained and polite may be unrestrained and indulgent.

Lin Changli shut up as well, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Kuwano, on the other side, didn't miss this inexplicable eye roll.

"......"

"......"

The two looked at each other, and an awkward silence filled the air.

Sangye finally couldn't hold back and leaned forward, whispering, "Are you really sick?"

No one in the main cabin missed this statement, and an eerie calm filled the air.

Lin Changli was in the wrong, and he couldn't very well explain that he was arguing with a spiritual entity, which of course sounded rather absurd.

"What did you do?" the little phoenix started chattering again. "How could you be so incompetent? How could you piss someone off without saying a word?"

Lin Changli remained expressionless; he could no longer make any expression, and he didn't even want to pay attention.

The speed of a warship is unmatched by a transport vehicle. A transport vehicle might take a week to reach the snow mountain base, but a warship can land directly above the snow mountain base in just two hours.

The main ship was positioned in the middle, while the sentries on the other warships prepared for landing.

The Snow Mountain Base lost all contact two days ago. The communication system was completely destroyed, leaving it in a state of complete disconnection. The last message was sent from General Keliu's private terminal, containing only a few words: Snow Mountain tribe has rebelled, base has fallen; abandon the base and infiltrate the Snow Mountain.

Then all contact was lost.

Lieutenant General Klüt had followed Aso Ment and experienced countless battles, large and small, and was Aso Ment's most trusted subordinate.

The fleet establishes a magnetic field covering a range of thousands of kilometers, which captures all communications within this range and facilitates communication between military units.

Aso Ment stood up and gave the order: "Pioneer landing, watch out for traps."

She came aggressively, showing no intention of making peace. The snow mountain base must be recaptured, otherwise the warships will not be able to resupply or land.

The fleet used special paint that allowed it to hide in heavy snow.

Several figures leaped out of the hatch, wearing black gliders, and landed around the base like ghosts before heading towards it.

From Sangye's perspective, after the sentries landed on the snowfield, even their black figures disappeared from sight.

“If the vanguard cannot successfully retake the base…” The baby-faced guide looked at Aso Ment with some worry.

The tall, blonde woman said without hesitation, "If we can't retake the base with minimal losses, then we'll bomb the branch base and raze it to the ground. As long as we control the mineral veins, we'll have energy supplies, and the base can be rebuilt."

Twenty minutes later, a report came through the communications channel: "Reporting to the General, the base is unmanned."

The Snow Mountain tribe did not occupy the base. Before retreating, Lieutenant General Keliu took all the supplies with him. After the Snow Mountain tribe got nothing, they vented their anger by smashing and destroying the base before returning to their tribal settlement.

The fleet landed, and the vanguard set off again to inspect the nearby mines.

The communication network also received calls for help from the retreating and hiding sentries. Some of them were still in good physical condition, after all, they had received professional training, but their mental state was on the verge of collapse.

However, some sentries still did not report any news, and their fate remained unknown.

Some of the sentries, having exhausted all their strength to send back a message, are now immobilized and unable to return to base.

Their locations are scattered throughout the snow-capped mountains, so of course we need to send people to bring them back. However, various small skirmishes along the way are unavoidable, and they might just become a burden.

Moreover, in this situation, without the guidance of a mental counselor, mental recovery agents are unlikely to be very effective.

Mental recovery agents are more like tea and black coffee; they can only temporarily boost your spirits. However, to fully recover your mental state, you need a normal night's sleep, which is essentially a mental cleansing.

However, this time the fleet brought a special guide.

Under the expectant gazes of everyone, Sangye pondered what foods he could quickly prepare to restore mental energy.

Throughout history, foods that can meet the high energy needs of humans have been high in oil, sugar, and fat, in order to quickly awaken the body in a short period of time.

The main dish is freshly made instant rice balls, and then meat floss bread is made with fine white sugar and butter. The bread is very high in sugar, and you can also stuff red bean paste into the bread to further supplement the sugar and plant nutrients.

Making pork floss is very simple. Cut pork tenderloin into chunks, blanch it with scallions, ginger, and garlic, then steam it until cooked. After slicing, use a rolling pin to crush and fluff it up. Grease a frying pan with lard, then add soy sauce, chicken bouillon, thirteen-spice powder, light soy sauce, and dark soy sauce, and stir-fry continuously over low heat.

The most important step in making meat floss is the process of creating the fluffy texture. In the past, this step required a high level of skill from the meat floss maker, as the amount of fluff, the amount of force used, and the control of the heat were all crucial.

After arriving here, Sangye found a clever way: he directly used the robot's blade arm to put it into a small box and rotate it to cut the meat floss. This quickly formed a layer of golden "fluff" on the surface of the meat floss, which tasted dense and fluffy with a salty meaty aroma.

Shape the bread into triangles, cut a slit in the inside, stuff it with a thick layer of red bean paste, and bake it in the oven.

Soon, a sweet aroma filled the hastily constructed "kitchen," and spiritual energy surged into the outer hall. As the sentries cleaned up the wrecked base, they were suddenly bathed in the fragrance and spiritual energy, their spirits greatly invigorated.

The sweet aroma that fills the air as bread bakes, accompanied by gusts of hot air, always evokes beautiful thoughts and fills one with hope for life.

Sangye prepared the meal pack according to the ratio of two rice balls, one bread, and three bottles of lemonade. Although the box carried by the robot has a built-in insulation function, the snow mountain environment is dangerous and harsh, and it is difficult to guarantee that the food will still be hot when it arrives at the designated location.

But having something to eat is better than having nothing at all. Even if they get frozen solid upon arrival, it won't be too difficult for high-level sentries to eat.

The freshly baked bread wasn't nearly enough, and seeing that Sangye couldn't manage it all by himself, two guides came to help. Fortunately, it wasn't too difficult to learn. Appearance wasn't important; what mattered was that it was edible.