Chapter 20 Who wants a fiancé like this?

An hour later.

Qi Yi and Wen Ye returned from underwater with the remaining troops' sentries.

The sentries, soaking wet and exhausted, supported each other and broke through the water.

Some of them collapsed as soon as they climbed ashore. It was the strong will of the sentinels that supported them to this day.

The two female guides who were protected in the center of the team also looked very bad.

Each of them was gently supported by two sentries.

"This time, we are really grateful to Guide Xin and Guide Lin for their willingness to help. The underwater environment is harsh and the pollution is so serious. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to get out."

"That's right, let alone the weak guides, even tough guys like us barely made it."

"Yes, just now when I was attacked by the mutants underwater, it was thanks to Guide Lin that I was protected."

The White Tower has a clear rule that for high-level guides above level A, monthly performance evaluation only requires completing one field mission and three superficial appeasements to receive a monthly salary of 100,000 gold coins.

The rest of the tasks depend entirely on the guide's own wishes and whether to accept them.

This time, regarding the matter of Noway Island, Wen Ye came forward alone and asked Lin Wen for help.

In fact, their performance evaluations had already met the standards, so they could have simply rejected this request.

Thinking of this, Wen Ye, who was always cold and arrogant, whispered a thank you.

Xin Yue raised her hand and said it was okay.

Her spirit form is a rabbit, and she is actually better at ground combat. She really suffered a lot this time when she went into the water. Her whole face was pale, without a trace of blood.

In comparison, Lin Wen seemed to have not changed much, except that her breathing became a little faster, but she quickly adjusted herself.

"You're welcome. This is what we should do."

The gentle and humble attitude of the two guides made Wen Ye and Qi Yi think of another person at the same time.

Why are there such big differences among guides?

The sentries on the shore had almost recovered, and when they saw the large force returning, they all stepped forward to help.

Wen Ye narrowed his eyes and suddenly saw a sentry who had just been seriously injured on the seabed walking towards him.

He called the man in a deep voice, "Li De."

"Here! Captain! Please give me your orders!"

Wen Ye glanced him up and down, confirming that this man was full of energy and did not look like he had been injured at all.

Did I see it wrong?

"When did you retreat?"

Li De scratched the Mediterranean's head and said, "Captain, I seemed to have lost too much blood and passed out. It was the brothers from the Third Military Region who pulled me out."

After saying this, a small column of people with smiling faces walked past.

"stop."

Wen Ye was notoriously strict when leading the team. Many people were killed in the mission on Norwegian Island this time. He really didn't expect that there would be someone in the team who could still laugh?

Or a medic?

"Hello, commanders! What are your instructions?"

"Have you figured out the casualties this time? What are you all doing wandering around here?"

The medic at the head of the platoon explained with an embarrassed look on his face, "Commander, there are a total of 161 wounded soldiers, and they are all out of danger now."

No, it shouldn't be said that we are out of danger.

It was a professional slip of the tongue.

The medic corrected himself, "All the wounded have recovered."

"What did you say?" Wen Ye frowned. "Are you kidding me?"

If it weren’t for the serious injury on his back, Qi Yi would have been there to help him.

Wen Ye had already rushed forward and kicked the man down.

"Is your brain flooded? Answer again."

The medic was so scared that he hugged the medical box tightly and trembled.

"No, commander, they... they are really recovered..." If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself.

No one dared to say the latter sentence.

But the impatient Wen Ye did just that. He pushed away the annoying medical soldier and took a few steps to the camp and rest area.

Qi Yi followed closely behind.

When they saw the kitchen team happily firing fire, they were both dumbfounded.

This is more than just recovery?

It's simply a miracle.

Some even ignored their freshly bandaged wounds, and with their bare hands, they took the meat they had collected from somewhere, roasted it over and over on the fire, and only got up when it was sizzling with oil.

In the smoke, he ran happily to give it to the girl sitting in the middle chair to taste.

The girl took it with a smile on her face, tasted it, and said it was a little too spicy, then said she wanted something sour.

The sentries were not angry. They bared their teeth, took a bite, and then ran back to roast it again.

The well-maintained area was now crowded with people, just like a military camp.

How shameful!

"What are you doing?" Wen Ye was so angry that his chest hurt. The wound was clearly on his back, wasn't it?

He kicked over several fires with great force, snatched the golden and crispy quail legs from Ji Zi's hand, and threw them hard to the ground.

"What do you think this place is? Go back to where you came from! Ji Zi!"

Ji Zi withdrew his gaze from the quail legs on the ground and let out a regretful "tsk".

He dusted off his hands and stood up.

The absolute height difference forced her to look up when talking to the man.

And she really hated the feeling of being looked down upon.

Wen Ye's body and face were covered in bruises, and his well-behaved and unrestrained red hair was even dripping with water. It was obvious that he had just returned from the contaminated area, and the bulging muscles on his chest were heaving violently.

His fists were clenched tightly and hung at his sides. He was trying his best to control his temper and not beat her up as much as possible.

Wen Ye said that he never hits women.

In his opinion, women who need to be taught a lesson by fists are useless.

This man is arrogant, conceited, and extremely chauvinistic.

Ji Zi grabbed the collar of his wet combat uniform with both hands, stood on tiptoe and moved closer to him.

"Didn't Commander Wen personally ask me to accompany him?"

Wen Ye slapped her hand away mercilessly with a "slap".

Her face wrinkled in pain and she staggered and fell backwards.

The injuries he suffered in the small dark room of the interrogation room last time had not yet fully healed, and this time he was slapped by Wen Ye again.

Ji Zi held her beaten wrist and felt like crying in pain.

The sentries who had been so warm and considerate to her before were now as still as old monks in meditation, and no one dared to come forward to help her at this time.

"Guide Ji!" Sean, who rushed over after hearing the sound, was always a step slower.

He helped the person on the ground up with heartache and glared at Wen Ye who was standing high above him.

"Why did you hit her?"

Wen Ye glanced at him with disdain and sneered, "Where did these wild cats and dogs come from?"

Sean's muscles were tense, and he finally chose the latter between fighting and sending her for bandaging.

"Commander Wen, I hope you won't regret your actions today."

Ji Zi felt very aggrieved. She snuggled quietly in Sean's arms and sniffed.

I have spent my mental energy helping so many sentinels, so what's wrong with eating a few skewers of barbecue?

Is he really that angry?

He also laid hands on her.

Who would want a fiancé like this who wouldn't even let me touch him?

I will cancel the engagement as soon as she returns to the White Tower!