Chapter 123
The sentry's spirit left his body, which was basically a death sentence, but Kush's guide brought his dying comrade back.
The soldiers in Kush thanked him, but these young men didn't know how to express their gratitude.
They never imagined that those pampered child soldiers and scholar soldiers from the city could have such abilities.
They saved a person who was supposed to die.
Arno returned from the old guide's place and ran into Alena. The woman, who had been very cold to him, strode up to him and gave him a big hug: "Good job, lad!"
"A full 21 points! That's almost at the level of a seasoned guide."
She laughed heartily, her face showing both pride and relief: "Luckily, it was you who cooperated with Jiang; I couldn't have lasted that long."
Arno just smiled, while Zhu Ning stood at the dormitory door, looking at him with a strange expression.
Arno then said goodbye to Alena, walked over to her, and smiled, "What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?"
Zhu Ning gestured with his eyes, and Yano looked over and found the windowsill piled high with red, green, orange and yellow fruits, including hawthorn, wild persimmon, hazelnut, wild berries, and bunches of plump purple grapes. The delicious fruits filled the entire windowsill.
These fruits grow deep in the mountains. The patrol team occasionally brings some back, but never this much, or this good quality.
Arno could imagine those sentries sneaking off between their hectic missions to pick wild berries and hawthorns and stuff them into their pockets, while the companion animals, swishing their tails, carefully bit off a wild fruit from the thorns and carried it back in their mouths.
He felt his cheeks burning at that moment.
Because those were things he was supposed to do. It's just that the guides who come to Kush never really understand the sentries here, which has become a habit, so he seems so noble. But he's not; he came here to leave.
"Anything else?"
Zhu Ning seemed to have a cold smile on his lips as he turned his back. Arno followed his gaze into the room and found that the room had changed drastically. The originally simple, white walls were now as smooth as if they had been polished into a mirror, and the window frames and door frames, which were difficult to clean, were now spotless.
The floor inside was spotless, and a curtain made from parachute fabric embroidered with small flowers hung there, making it look extremely cozy, as if they were going to stay there for a long time.
Zhu Ning crossed his arms and said coldly, "It's not just here; all the guides' rooms have been renovated."
What are you trying to say?
Arno sat on the bed, a forced smile on his lips, but Zhu Ning couldn't see it. He found Arno's calm demeanor irritating: "Is being a great hero interesting, Arno? Are you and Jiang Wenxing teaming up to mess with me?"
Arno was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes and smiled: "Why do you think that?"
Zhu Ning snorted: "Then what do you mean?"
Arno stood up, pulled Zhu Ning to sit down, and gently comforted him: "I'm just trying to win people's hearts. We will definitely be the first group of guides to return from here with the White Tower quota."
Zhu Ning was a little skeptical: "Really? You're not lying to me."
"certainly."
Zhu Ning said, "Okay, but I really didn't expect that Jiang Wenxing would be willing to take such a big risk for the White Pagoda. He got what he wanted this time, but who knows what tricks he will play next time."
Arno grinned, but Zhu Ning had no idea what he was thinking.
Zhu Ning didn't want to blame him anymore. He felt awkward for a while, then lay on the bed and imagined the wonderful life after returning home with Yano.
After a long pause and no one answered, Zhu Ning turned her head and saw that Yano was collecting the fruit on the windowsill.
Zhu Ning muttered, "Just throw it anywhere. What a piece of junk. I just tasted one, and it was so sour."
Arno smiled slightly and didn't say anything. His snow leopard walked past its master and gently touched the back of its master's hand. Arno scratched the snow leopard's chin and stared blankly with a somewhat complicated expression.
Jiang Wenxing during his treatment at the infirmary.
These past two days, Sergeant Xiong personally delivered meals to him. He arrived with the food, ate, and left without saying a word.
They brought all their best dishes: braised eggplant with lots of oil, stewed potatoes until tender, and even a palm-sized piece of venison.
Jiang Wenxing didn't dare to touch his chopsticks. Old Squad Leader Xiong sipped his tea and said calmly, "This was sent by Aguz. He won't feel at ease if you don't accept it."
In the afternoon, the one-eyed gray wolf came to see Jiang Wenxing with Ilya's wolf.
Just like its master, the giant wolf dragged its companion in by the scruff of its neck!
The old wolf's slender frame looked like a puppy in front of the giant wolf. The wolf, having lost face, turned and bit the giant wolf, then spat out a mouthful of fur, utterly despondent.
Jiang Wenxing, who was reading a book, chuckled softly upon seeing this.
The old wolf squatted in the place furthest away from Jiang Wenxing. The giant wolf was quite friendly, resting its big head on the hospital bed and growling twice at Jiang Wenxing.
The old wolf looked shocked and disgusted, then quickly turned his head away and secretly looked at the little guide sitting on the bed.
Jiang Wenxing was already immune to their human-like expressions. He looked at the giant wolf, thought for a moment, and then realized that the captain hadn't come in yet.
He closed his eyes, and a transparent ripple of mental energy rose in the air, revealing a pink-tailed mouse in Jiang Wenxing's palm.
Squeak—
The little mouse protested twice, still seemingly angry. It stomped its foot, jumped with all its might, and leaped onto the giant wolf's head. It struggled to pull at the wolf's fur, its little paws gripping the wolf's ears, and angrily squeaked to its companion, complaining.
The giant wolf was delighted by the arrival of its companion, listening to the little mouse squeak while making a variety of expressive faces in response.
Jiang Wenxing: "..." What is the connection between this and the aloof giant wolf in my dream?
Jiang Wenxing rubbed his forehead. His own spiritual body retained memories of his previous life, but judging from the giant wolf's appearance, it seemed that it did not remember them and simply liked to play with the little mouse.
The old wolf stood at the door for a long time, its tail slapping the ground forlornly.
Jiang Wenxing beckoned to it, and the old wolf first snorted disdainfully, then slowly walked over and very proactively placed its head under Jiang Wenxing's hand.
Jiang Wenxing checked its condition and, sure enough, most of the shadows in the mental image had dissipated.
It's said that out-of-body experiences are dangerous.
But Jiang Wenxing knew that it was because the companion animal subconsciously took away most of the mental pollution in order to protect its owner.
They shared life and death, they depended on each other and stayed together.
Even the dumbest animal understands this, but Jiang Wenxing couldn't comprehend such a simple truth in his previous life.
The old wolf comfortably squinted his eyes and tilted his head to look at the guide's spiritual form.
The giant wolf was playing with the little mouse when it saw the old wolf's gaze. It clapped its paws together, gathered the little mouse in its palms, and turned its back to the old wolf, its rear end facing away from it.
Old Wolf: "..."
The two sentries waiting outside the hospital had their synesthesia turned off, but they still had subtle senses. Agus glanced at the serious-looking captain and wondered to himself: What's going on inside? Why does he look at Ilya so badly now?
Jiang Wenxing was hospitalized for two days, during which he had a low-grade fever several times on and off.
The military doctor said he didn't faint from overexertion of his mental energy, although that was part of it, but mainly because he had a fever at the time.
Why am I getting a fever?
It's probably closely related to that room-temperature bath.
The military doctor told him that in order to recover his health, he should avoid cold, heat, and stimulation.
Jiang Wenxing didn't take it too seriously. After recovering, his biggest concern was his vegetable greenhouse.
He was worried that if he wasted these few days, the land he had painstakingly cleared would be covered with fallen leaves again.
But when he got there, he was surprised to find that the land had suddenly expanded three times in size. Not only were the weeds cleared away, but the soil had also been plowed until it was soft, and there was even a well dug next to it.
Jiang Wenxing returned to the mess hall with a puzzled look on his face, encountering many sentries along the way.
Those greenhorn soldiers who were initially so arrogant scratched their heads and chuckled foolishly when they met him. Only after being kicked by their squad leader did they realize what was happening and stand at attention: "Hello, Instructor Jiang!"
The sentries on duty were accompanied by mostly ferocious beasts.
A group of lions, tigers, and leopards, their fur ruffled in the autumn air, were poised to pounce, their bright, curious eyes fixed on Jiang Wenxing.
After all, the story of Jiang Wenxing leading the old wolf that day had already spread throughout their animal kingdom. The spirit animals who witnessed the scene returned and performed it with their companions in vivid detail, making all the spirit beings quite envious.
Is the guide's mental energy really that comfortable?
They haven't had a good night's sleep in a long time.
Jiang Wenxing returned to the mess hall. Sergeant Xiong was cooking, and the room was bustling with activity, pots and pans clattering around. Jiang Wenxing rolled up his sleeves and said, "Sergeant, I'm back!"
Sergeant Xiong wiped his sweat, turned around, and asked sternly, "What are you doing here?"
Jiang Wenxing: "I'll help."
Old Squad Leader Xiong was cold and silent, tossing the wok around for a while before finally saying, "Aren't you going to work on your greenhouse?"
Jiang Wenxing was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up. Old Xiong, the squad leader, grinned, then quickly put the key away and tossed him a key: "Go to the storeroom and get whatever you need."
Jiang Wenxing responded crisply, took a few steps, and turned back: "Thank you, squad leader, for hoeing the ground for me."
Sergeant Bear said calmly, "It wasn't me. Gray Wolf Agus's companions dug it up for you."
Jiang Wenxing thought about the sentries digging in the dirt with lions and tigers, their butts sticking out, and a smile appeared on his lips.
He went to the warehouse and saw that building the kind of greenhouse that would be built in later times would require a transparent film, a heat-insulating tarpaulin, and steel bars for the frame, but the warehouse had none of these.
Jiang Wenxing wanted to build a few houses, but then shook his head, saying it would be inconvenient and a waste of resources.
Moreover, it's not just about building the greenhouse; the seeds and fertilizers also need to be carefully selected.
Kush was short-handed, with each soldier handling two tasks simultaneously. Jiang Wenxing couldn't very well ask them for help, so after much thought, he knocked on Alena's door. This spirited woman immediately picked him up, lifted him up in a circle, and patted his shoulder forcefully. The Congolese lioness, with her calm and proud gaze, also came over and nuzzled Jiang Wenxing's leg in a gesture of friendliness.
"Navigator, Jiang, how many more surprises do you have in store for me?"
Jiang Wenxing was in a real bind; he couldn't very well say that he had been reborn.
Fortunately, Alena didn't press the matter. Upon learning of Jiang Wenxing's request, she readily put him down and agreed: "It's just a seed, isn't it? I grew up here."
Jiang Wenxing was relieved. He made plans in his notebook as he returned to his dormitory.
The room had been completely transformed; everything was brand new, and the tables, chairs, and benches were neatly arranged, creating a serious atmosphere.
Jiang Wenxing looked at it carefully, sat down on the edge of the bed, and touched the smooth, army-green mattress. To his surprise, it was warm. He lifted the blanket and found an old glass saline bottle filled with hot water.
He touched the bottle; it had a very faint scent of lilac, as if he had brought it with him from his pocket.
Jiang Wenxing exclaimed "Ah!"
The little mouse had somehow crouched on his shoulder; it too had caught the scent of pheromones.
The man and the animal stared at each other, the little mouse squeaking and covering its face with its tiny paws, while Jiang Wenxing buried his burning face in the blanket.
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