Chapter 110
The little mouse stared blankly, its wet fur standing on end. It belatedly reached out its little paw and touched it, its beady black eyes filled with disbelief.
It wanted to return to its owner and denounce the wolf's evil deeds, but the little mouse only glanced at Jiang Wenxing, probably still feeling that it was its own fault, and dared not approach. It lowered its head, hugged its little paws, and disappeared.
The Arctic wolf howled and sat up, raising its head to sniff left and right. As it sniffed, it suddenly realized something was wrong and slowly looked up to see its master's expression.
Ilya had a stern face, his ashen expression clearly indicating he was about to punish him, but strangely, the little guide also had a stern face, leaning against the wall, looking very uncomfortable.
The wolf whimpered pitifully twice, obediently lay down, and tried to salvage the situation, but its cruel owner forcibly pulled it out of its mental image.
The guide's pheromones were swirling around inside the carriage.
Ilya grabbed the guide's hand, and the guide instinctively flinched. He was held firmly but didn't react much. Ilya probably trusted him a lot but was also afraid of him, so he hesitated and didn't know what to do.
"team leader."
The guide stood upright, his expression both distressed and serious. His spiritual body was licked by the sentry's spiritual body, and the guide essence drifted away uncontrollably.
Most guides have fairer skin than sentinels, but few are this fair. Their exposed hands are tanned, but the skin hidden in their sleeves is like the snow on the summit of Mount Baitou, a quiet warmth to the touch.
The sentry, used to rough work, had never seen such fine leather before. He instinctively pinched it with his hand, then realized something was amiss. He looked at the guide, who, as expected, also had a surprised expression.
Ilya's expression suddenly turned serious, and he said, "Don't move." Jiang Wenxing suddenly realized what he was doing and generously stretched out his arm: "Captain, my veins are thin."
The guide's voice was soft, unlike the sentry's rough, loud voice. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a section of his arm, from which a faint guide essence emanated.
Ilya knew he couldn't delay any longer.
He took out a special inhibitor for guides from his bag, slowly injected the needle, and then raised the car window. The guide hormone in the car was diluted by the cold air that rushed in.
The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
Fortunately, neither of them brought it up again, and they pretended nothing had happened and started talking about business.
Ilya looked down and carefully counted the packages. There were many, and they were indeed equipment for a long stay. But upon closer inspection, he found that most of the packages were books, and there were not many of his personal belongings.
He frowned, glanced discreetly at the guide whose face was flushed and who was coughing from the cold evening wind in Kush, and clicked his tongue inwardly.
Although he was a guide, the competitive and strong-willed Jiang Wenxing was not used to being taken care of and took the initiative to take on the task of carrying the luggage. However, he was gently pushed by the sentry and moved to the outer perimeter.
"Huff...cough cough...Captain..."
"I'll do it."
"But I'm a soldier too."
"You are still the guide."
In his past life, Jiang Wenxing couldn't stand such words. If someone used this to help him, he would be furious. He would rather be exhausted and have blisters on his feet than not be the best guide.
He couldn't stand hearing people say his mother was dead and his father was an alcoholic, and he didn't want anyone to find fault with him. He disliked his weak, incompetent, and slovenly childhood, and he couldn't accept his past of living in a tenement building and being surrounded by rats.
Who doesn't yearn to be glamorous and respected? Who wants to be born lowly and looked down upon?
A habitual liar, a vain person—these are just some of the negative labels attached to him. Deep down, he refuses to admit it, convinced he doesn't deserve anyone's respect while desperately chasing after labels of excellence, afraid of falling behind. He ends up becoming the very kind of fool he despises.
Jiang Wenxing tried very hard, but first, could he protect Kush and his fellow villagers?
No matter how strong he is, he cannot break through the limits of an individual. The country trains sentries into armed squads and guides into medical soldiers according to their specialties, precisely to maximize the strength of the individual and the collective. It is shameful for individuals to be competitive, undermine unity, and harm the interests of the border people for the sake of a vague and elusive first place.
Jiang Wenxing was different from before; he genuinely came to help with the construction of Kush. Jiang Wenxing felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and his resolve strengthened. He clenched his fist and chased after Ilya as he got off the train: "Captain, let me help!"
The train arrived in Kush close to dusk. Because Kush is close to the Arctic, the day and night cycle very quickly.
However, after lingering in the carriage for a while, when we came out, the setting sun was only a lingering glow, and it was getting dark.
The cold wind blowing from the mountains carried the chill of Baitou Peak, and it was icy cold to the bone. Jiang Wenxing shivered as soon as he stepped off the train, sneezed three or four times, hugged his arms, and was startled by the sudden drop in temperature.
If you look closely, you can see that the air you exhale is filled with white mist.
"Team...team leader..."
With his teeth chattering, it was indeed difficult to finish a sentence. The weakened spirit after his rebirth manifested in his body, but after being exposed to the cold wind, he actually felt a bit feverish.
Suddenly, a warm source of heat approached. Jiang Wenxing turned around and saw Ilya put his arm around his shoulder, shielding him from the cold wind, and leading him towards the truck.
Upon arrival, Alena's Congolese lioness jumped out to greet them. Seeing the guide huddled in Ilya's arms, Alena burst out laughing: "Hahahaha, another outsider frozen silly."
She was wearing the same clothes she had worn that morning, but felt nothing. Looking at the other guides sitting in the car, they were all wearing military overcoats.
Ilya threw his luggage up, and Jiang Wenxing struggled to climb onto the truck. Halfway up, he couldn't help but cough, and two red patches appeared on his cheeks.
Ilya frowned and rummaged through the luggage: "Where's your coat?"
Jiang Wenxing's coat was bought with Zhu Ning's help, and they agreed that he would pay for it. However, after he met Yano, he suddenly lent it to Yano. Jiang Wenxing was very angry and had a big argument with him. So, he doesn't have a new coat now. The new coat will have to be distributed after he starts working.
Jiang Wenxing shook his head, coughing as he crawled, ignoring Zhu Ning's mocking expression, and prepared to get into the car.
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