Chapter 843 - Wish (1/2)

When you’re in the wilderness with enemies around, don’t start a fire in the open because that campfire will make you a target in the darkness.

Ren Xiaosu and Yang Xiaojin were sitting on the crown of a large tree where the dense branches broke their shapes in the night.

“Here, have some.” Ren Xiaosu took out a piece of chocolate from the palace and handed it to Yang Xiaojin. “I don’t think there’s actually that many barbarians here in Mt. Dashi. It’ll only be a matter of time before P5092 and his men wipe them out.”

“Mhm.” Yang Xiaojin took the chocolate from him and had a bite. “What do you plan to do next? These barbarians look like they enjoy sneaking up on others. They seem very cunning. We had better not drop our guard in case we die here.”

“They aren’t cunning.” Ren Xiaosu shook his head. “Perhaps you haven’t had much contact with these types of people before, but I can sense a familiar aura from them…. It’s the aura of a hunter. They’re just like felines who’ll instinctively launch a sneak attack on you when you have your back turned to them. They won’t even consider if their sneak attacks will succeed or not.”

It was because the northern barbarians were instinctive hunters that they so often sneaked up on others.

After Ren Xiaosu and Yang Xiaojin left the forward operating base, they had pretended to head east. Only after walking for a long time did they finally detour and run toward Mt. Dashi.

Half a day after they entered the mountains, Ren Xiaosu picked up on the habits of the northern barbarians. They were treating the Central Plains people as prey to be slaughtered.

Perhaps a lot of people would think it was just a standard ambush. But Ren Xiaosu realized the barbarians were always hiding downwind.

When the opponents were humans, there was actually no need to hide downwind. After all, humans did not possess a good sense of smell. Only when hunting wild animals in the wilderness would they need to be so careful to prevent their prey from catching a whiff of their “human scent” in advance.

It might be a coincidence if it only happened once, but Ren Xiaosu and Yang Xiaojin had encountered such behavior on two occasions. This was a subconscious habit of the barbarians.

“What exactly is the North like?” Yang Xiaojin wondered, “Wouldn’t it be a little ridiculous for everyone to be a hunter?”

“Who cares what it’s like?” Ren Xiaosu sneered. When it came to hunting, the northern barbarians might not be his match.

Moreover, this was the South. This was Ren Xiaosu’s home field.

No matter how skilled they were at hunting, they would not understand the wilderness and mountain ranges in the South better than Ren Xiaosu.

Yang Xiaojin glanced at him. “You have a plan?”

Ren Xiaosu chuckled and said, “Let’s not talk about that. Why don’t we touch on a more sensitive topic instead?”

“A more sensitive topic?” Yang Xiaojin was puzzled. “… What do you think of the political situation in the Central Plains?”

Ren Xiaosu said, “That’s not what I meant!”

Yang Xiaojin glanced at him. “Alright, you’re getting bolder and bolder, huh? Not bad, not bad.”

“Ahem, I guess.”

The two of them were sitting side by side on a thick tree branch. They were looking up at the silvery sea of stars above them when Yang Xiaojin suddenly asked, “What would you like to do most after going back to the Northwest?”

Ren Xiaosu looked at the starry sky. His thoughts were suddenly pulled away by this question. “I want to see the world outside of Fortress 178 before going back to do some farming. I might become a cardiac surgeon in Fortress 178 and earn a monthly salary to support our family. When I get home and take off my frost-encrusted scarf, I’ll tell you that I’m home and hear the bubbling sound of stew cooking on the stove.”

These words stunned Yang Xiaojin. For some reason, she could imagine the scene and was even looking forward to it a little.