Chapter 122

When Jiang Wenxing opened his eyes, the little mouse that had been sitting on the old wolf's head disappeared at the same time.

Arno's snow leopard lowered its head and nudged the old wolf. The exhausted old wolf opened its single eye, its sharp wolf pupils having regained their rationality, and howled softly.

The snow leopard raised its head and returned to its master's side with soft steps. It licked the back of its master's hand. Arno was drenched in sweat and could no longer support himself. He sat down on the ground with a thud.

It's been over 20 minutes.

His face was ashen, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

The companion animals noticed the wolf's awakening earlier than its owner. After the snow leopard retreated, they slowly approached their companion, snuggling together and surrounding it.

The sentries erupted in a high-spirited cheer.

Jiang Wenxing felt dizzy and disoriented. He felt the pounding in his chest was terrifying, almost shattering his eardrums. Sweat soaked his back. He raised his wrist to check the time, but he couldn't support his body.

Thud—

Jiang Wenxing lurched forward, then everything went black and he fainted.

Before him lay an endless night, stretching on and on for who knows how long. Then, suddenly, the night cracked open, and a gust of wind blew in.

Jiang Wenxing felt like he was dreaming. In his dream, the night was deep, a silver moon hung in the sky, and all around him was an endless dense forest.

He appeared next to the trash can, looking around blankly. There were many voices around him, but no one spoke to him.

People come and go, but he stands in the middle of the road like a stone that no one pays attention to.

He shouted until his voice was hoarse, but no one spoke to him. He was very scared and felt very lonely. The house in his dream was so tall, like a mountain, that he had to look up to, but he was only a tiny little thing.

The wind was strong and it was so cold. He walked in the middle of the road. Every house around him had a warm light on, but none of them welcomed him.

He was very sad and walked and walked into the deep forest until he stopped in front of a high hillside.

Why does nobody like him?

He was freezing cold and felt so sad that he wanted to cry out, but suddenly he was wrapped in a warm blanket. He turned around and saw a tall, plush wall with a big mouth and a pair of golden wolf eyes in the darkness. The wolf eyes were not fierce like those of ordinary animals, but instead shone with a wise and profound light.

Jiang Wenxing felt like the hairs on his body were standing on end, and he ran away in a flash.

Run to the middle of the road.

He looked back and saw a giant wolf crouching on the hillside, bathed in moonlight, its fur shimmering with a soft silver hue.

He stood there for a long time, and when he was frozen stiff by the cold wind again the following night, he resigned himself to his fate and climbed up the hillside.

The giant wolf glanced at him indifferently. Jiang Wenxing had brought him a morning glory. The giant wolf looked down at it for a while, then used its paw to push the morning glory in front of itself.

He breathed a sigh of relief and buried himself comfortably in the fur of the giant wolf's belly, leaving only his eyes showing as he gazed at the distant snow-capped mountains with the wolf.

Awooo—

After the giant wolf let out a deep howl, responses rang out from all directions. The giant wolf swept its tail, looked down at the little creature buried in its belly, and narrowed its golden wolf eyes slightly.

The giant wolf often appears on the hillside at night. On the days when it doesn't appear, Jiang Wenxing is always lonely and sad, and he shivers from the cold wind.

Jiang Wenxing tried hard to befriend the giant wolf. At first, the giant wolf was indifferent and only allowed Jiang Wenxing to keep warm. But gradually, it also became willing to use its tail as a swing for him to hang on and play.

Jiang Wenxing was happier than ever before, hanging on the giant wolf's tail and squeaking, "Wait...wait...squeak?"

A thunderbolt struck his brain, and Jiang Wenxing abruptly looked up into the giant wolf's golden pupils. In those deep eyes, a small pink-tailed mouse dangled from the tip of its tail, swaying back and forth.

Jiang Wenxing tilted his head, and the little mouse tilted its head too.

ah--

Jiang Wenxing suddenly opened his eyes. The ceiling above him was both familiar and unfamiliar, and the unique smell of burning firewood wafted into his nostrils.

He stared blankly, wanting to raise his hand to touch his face to confirm that he hadn't grown hair and turned into a little mouse, but to his surprise, after his brain issued the command, he found that his fingers had stopped working.

Jiang Wenxing turned his head and found himself in the infirmary. To maintain the temperature, the boiler in the infirmary was on.

Three large saline bottles were hanging on the hospital bed, two of which were already empty. Jiang Wenxing tried to raise his arm with difficulty, but his head was throbbing with pain, and he let out a half-dead sigh.

Jiang Wenxing: I think I'm useless?

Jiang Wenxing fell into deep thought. First of all, he must have been confident to lead the sentry. He had done it many times in his previous life. He was not an inexperienced novice, but he had never been seriously injured to the point of losing consciousness.

Is this also a side effect of being reborn?

Also, why would he have such a dream?

Jiang Wenxing closed his eyes thoughtfully, trying to sense his spiritual body. In his mental vision, there was blue sky and white clouds, lush grass, and countless butterflies fluttering among the flowers. It seemed that there was a small, indistinct creature chasing butterflies on the grass.

Jiang Wenxing opened his eyes and exclaimed, "Damn it!"

The good news is that he has reconnected with his spiritual entity, and the little mouse has returned to his spiritual landscape.

The bad news is that what he was having didn't seem like a normal dream; it was more like the memories of a spiritual entity.

The giant wolf that the little mouse used to play with by hanging its tail tip was exactly the same as Captain Ilya's wolf.

Jiang Wenxing slowly collapsed, staring silently at the ceiling.

"What's the rush?" The door suddenly opened, and the military doctor saw that Jiang Wenxing had opened his eyes. He turned around and said, "I said he would wake up in three hours at most, and here he is, eyes open."

Jiang Wenxing looked up and saw Director Liu's face, as black as the bottom of a pot. He pulled up a chair and sat down, his expression extremely serious: "Comrade Jiang Wenxing, do you know how dangerous what you did today was?"

For a novice with no practical experience to become a navigator is tantamount to suicide. If Jiang Wenxing doesn't open his eyes soon, Ilya and he are already planning to report to their superiors and ask for a helicopter to take the person to the provincial capital.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Jiang Wenxing didn't dare to speak, so he just stared at him with his two weak and uncomfortable big eyes.

Director Liu felt heartbroken for the talented young man, angry at the young guide's audacity, and grateful that the young guide had saved his soldier's life.

He had originally been full of ulterior motives, always thinking about keeping people here, even if it meant using some tricks. But now he felt a mix of emotions and couldn't shake off the feeling.

Looking at his complex expression, Jiang Wenxing recalled how, in his previous life, this old sentry had buried his soldiers, his face contorted with grief, looking as if he had aged ten years. Yet, when he rose, he was like a quenched blade, cold and resolute. He worked day and night, arranging logistics for them, caring for the wounded, and bearing all the pressure. He said that the younger ones had all gone first, and he couldn't let them down again.

Jiang Wenxing looked at the director, whose hair was still thick with black hair, and said, "Director, don't worry, I only do it because I'm confident."

Director Liu sighed deeply, his slickness and smirk gone: "You little rascal."

He muttered half a sentence, patted his knees and stood up: "Forget it, remember this yourself. Human life is of utmost importance, but you can't take yourself for granted."

Jiang Wenxing breathed a sigh of relief, but then there was another knock on the door. Director Liu opened the door and the old guide walked in with his hands behind his back, followed by Ilya and Squad Leader Xiong.

Several tall, long-legged sentries quickly filled the medical room. Director Liu fawned over him, pulling over a chair: "Teacher, please sit down."

When Jiang Wenxing saw the old guide, his face twitched, and he silently struggled to sit up. This was a bit difficult for him, but fortunately Ilya helped him and stuffed a pillow behind his back.

The old guide sat down, his upright posture making him look nothing like a man over 60.

The room was completely silent, except for the hissing sound of the teapot on the stove as the water boiled.

"What are the key points of navigation?" the old guide suddenly asked.

Jiang Wenxing subconsciously said, "Resonance, connection."

What preparations are needed?

"Lower the critical value that the σ wave can produce in the same effect, and make reverse use of mental fluctuations to prepare for navigation when the same wave value is close."

"Precautions for navigation".

"The sentinels must be guided in a non-spiritual form without delving into the spiritual landscape."

The old guide stared at Jiang Wenxing in silence for a while, then suddenly smiled faintly: "You know it very well?"

Jiang Wenxing: "..." Is it a compliment or not? How terrifying.

He glanced at the captain, who shook his head slightly. The old guide said, "You did a good job."

At this moment, Sergeant Xiong, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "Even if he did a good job, Uncle, you can't just take him back. Everyone in our cooking squad is waiting for me to bring Xiao Jiang back."

Old guide: "..."

Director Liu used the excuse of recuperating to lead Squad Leader Xiong and the old guide who was about to break apart out of the room, leaving only Ilya and Jiang Wenxing in the room.

Ilya's nose was sweating slightly. He took off his coat, picked up the teapot, poured a cup of hot water, threw in two pieces of fruit, and placed it next to Jiang Wenxing: "Drink it when it's cold."

"What?"

“Wild hawthorn,” Ilya pulled up a stool and sat down next to Jiang Wenxing, “the army doctor said you might have a poor appetite.”

Jiang Wenxing paused for a moment, then remained silent. The room was warm and cozy, the teapot was bubbling away, and the burning wood emitted a pleasant fragrance.

Ilya said, "Agus the Grey Wolf asked me to thank you."

Jiang Wenxing: "Is he feeling better?"

Ilya paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "He's still a Sentinel. His spirit body and he are both fine. He'll come to see you again when you're better."

Jiang Wenxing said "Oh," and then remembered the white, light-footed snow leopard: "And Arno, he was a great help."

Ilya said, "The old guide has already praised him."

Jiang Wenxing smelled the sour scent of hawthorn and a faint fragrance of lilac. Leaning against the pillow, the scene in his dream was so vivid that he could hardly look directly at Ilya.

“ сня бйтьдл ятемрбял унйну.”

Ilya suddenly spoke a phrase in the Tanas language, and Jiang Wenxing was taken aback: "What?"

Ilya seemed a little shy, his long eyelashes drooping, then lifting again to reveal his beautiful eyes. He was usually too serious and solemn; his gaze was always calm and cold.

But then his eyes deepened, and his voice grew low: "I said, you are as beautiful as the moon."

Jiang Wenxing stared blankly at Ilya, his face slowly turning as red as a monkey's bottom.

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