The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 176 A Different Kind of Luggage
Young people are extremely curious about everything new and challenging.

Especially actions like going deep behind enemy lines, which would make ordinary people's hearts race.

That was incredibly exciting!
Even the usually composed Gan Mingfu couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.

Be his sister's bodyguard!

How many people would be green with envy?
Didn't you see how resentful his brother-in-law's eyes were?

The result of this lamentation is...

Three days later, as she was about to set off, even though she had already used her supernatural abilities to soothe her aching lower back, Gan Minglan couldn't help but rub it again.

She has repeated this action many times in the past three days.

I wonder if this cheap man is a cat; he's just too good at flirting.

If Gan Minglan hadn't had her wood-based superpowers to heal herself, she would have surely died and been unable to get out of bed.

Whenever she recalls certain scenes from those three nights of exercise, she can't help but want to cover her face.

That was awesome!
But that's so shameful!

I don’t dare to think about it, and I can’t even think about it.

Thinking about men will only slow down the speed at which she draws her sword.

He glared fiercely at one of the men who had come to see him off, then turned and led the eleven men out of the west gate, heading towards Junma Mountain.

Zuo Wenkang touched his nose, feeling a little guilty.

After feeling guilty, he couldn't help but feel secretly smug: Tsk tsk, all the skills I learned in my past life can finally be put to good use in this life!
Just as he was feeling smug and heading back, the thought of having to go back to take care of his daughter, who had finally grown up with a lot of baby fat and was still as picky as ever, instantly made his face fall again.

Gan Mingfu, a scholar, prided himself on being able to endure hardship.

But climbing the highest peak of Junma Mountain with a heavy load is an extremely arduous task.

There is basically no water source in high-altitude areas.

Each person was carrying a load of over 60 kilograms.

The standard sheepskin backpack, one meter tall, was stuffed full.

Walking is like carrying a tortoise shell on your back.

They traversed forests and ravines, crossed rocks and climbed cliffs.

It is a test of physical strength and endurance.

Gan Mingfu followed his sister's movements closely.

At first, he was able to spare a little attention for the beautiful scenery of Junma Mountain.

Springtime at Junma Mountain must be the most beautiful season of the year.

The once barren hills are now covered in blooming flowers, with lush greenery reaching the bare rocks.

Deep in the mountains are vibrant forests and moss.

Scholars greatly admired such magnificent and spectacular scenery.

Gan Minglan has been busy for the past three days in preparation for this operation.

She prepared the luggage for all eleven team members, except for their respective weapons.

Meanwhile, on her way to the first main peak, she had asked King Atu to mark the safest and fastest route for her.

Before the team set off.

Captain Gan then fulfilled her duties as captain and forcefully announced that she would lead the team.

The eleven young men watched as Captain Gan led the way, traversing mountains and valleys as if walking on flat ground, his breathing steady and calm.

Even from behind, she exudes a dashing and beautiful aura.

Half a day passed.

Gan Mingfu's legs were so swollen and heavy that he could hardly lift them.

My mind is blank, and my eyes are unfocused.

The sentries trailing behind Gan Mingfu grimaced, their backpacks, soaked with sweat, feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds.

No matter how tired I am, I dare not complain.

No one will laugh at them if they can't compare to Captain Gan.

After all, the Jade-Faced Rakshasa's reputation is well-deserved.

But if they can't even match the physical strength of a refined scholar, then they'll be a disgrace to the Right Sentinel Army!
Huff, huff.

I gritted my teeth and got through another afternoon.

I endured it, and endured it. Finally, as darkness fell, I could see the mountaintop.

"Puff."

One of the sentries lost his footing, his legs buckled, and he fell face-first into the dirt.

At this moment, Captain Gan seemed to finally realize that the people behind her were all ordinary people, whose physical strength was far inferior to hers.

After checking that no team members were injured, he gestured for everyone to rest on the ground.

The eleven young men, including Gan Mingfu, breathed a sigh of relief and plopped down on the ground, leaning against their backpacks, not wanting to get up again.

They walked from dawn till dusk today, crawling for over eighty miles with their heavy loads almost without stopping.

An overwhelming day's journey!

The spring breeze lacks the warmth of summer, and the undershirt, which was just soaked with sweat, is blown away by the mountain wind.

Instantly, goosebumps rose on my skin.

Ouch, it's so cold!

The sentries quickly opened their packs, eager to take a closer look at the camping essentials their captain had prepared for them.

Despite the amount of stuff inside this backpack, the wide shoulder straps make it surprisingly easy to carry.

Throughout the journey, they drank only lightly salted water prepared for them by the team leader.

In the past, if I had sweated this much, I wouldn't have been able to hold on.

Whenever I feel weak, I drink a sip of this slightly salty water with a hint of woody aroma, and it instantly makes me feel better.

I never knew that salt water had such amazing effects.

Even the flatbreads they put in their backpacks were different from the hard military rations they usually ate, the kind that could kill a dog.

The pancakes the captain prepared were only slightly larger than their palms and about a finger's width thick.

The dough was made with milk powder and eggs.

The salty filling contains a type of dried vegetable (preserved mustard greens), and it's not as hard as usual when you bite into it; it even has a slightly fluffy texture.

It's sweet, with a layer of chopped walnuts inside and a layer of sesame seeds on the outside, making it both fragrant and sweet.

The team leader gave each person twenty-five sweet ones and twenty-five savory ones.

Three a day is just right!

According to the captain's younger brother, there was also a nice thing called a sleeping bag in the backpack.

At that moment, I couldn't wait to pull it out from the bottom of my backpack.

When the sentries finally saw what the sleeping bag looked like, they gestured at themselves but still didn't know how to use it.

Gan Mingfu explained to everyone in a low voice.

"The outer layer of this sleeping bag and the backpack are made of sheepskin, which is sturdy, durable and soft, and the inner layer is made of cotton fabric with cotton filling."

The lining is removable, and you can add more cotton padding in winter.

When you go to sleep, take off your shoes, then lie down in the sleeping bag, and finally pull the sleeping bag up to your neck.

"Here's a hat on his head; once the string is pulled, only his two nostrils are visible."

The sentries watched intently, each one eager to try.

After personally crawling into the sleeping bag and experiencing its comfort,

The sentries were all marveling in hushed tones.

Oh my god.

It's so soft!

Lying in the sleeping bag, I felt like I was floating on a cloud.

It's so comfortable and warm, isn't it?

When the night scouts were on reconnaissance missions, they often had to lie in one place for several hours at a time in order not to attract the enemy's attention.

It's easy to imagine how tough it is to go out on reconnaissance in the winter.

If each of the brothers had a sleeping bag like this, they wouldn't be afraid of the cold even when lying in the snow.

Captain Gan, how could you be a demon?

She's like a goddess descended from heaven!

They had never been on such a tiring yet exhilarating mission before!

(End of this chapter)