Doctor will never die in a hellish situation.

"If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. Everyone has secrets. I'm just a landlord's foolish son, and you're just a foul-mouthed young man who escaped from the mine. Let's just leave it at that." Qin Duanyu shrugged, clearly indicating that he didn't intend to delve any further.

Although it sounds tempting to lure Red Knife Bro to the island, just as Vika couldn't recruit Qin Duanyu, Boris couldn't let go of the old people of Sig Village, so the possibility of recruiting him was infinitely close to zero.

“The Reunion Movement has changed. It was definitely not what you see in the past.” Boris sighed softly, a complex look in his eyes.

……

"Honey, stop picking up all that junk. Didn't you hear what Boris said? We need to get out of here as soon as possible!"

"But I can't bear to part with them, they're all things I've used for so long..."

"Don't cause any more trouble for little Boris. Hurry up and pack some clothes and food."

Although the attacking Reunion Movement was dealt with, it was clear that they could no longer stay in Sig Village. A small team completely losing contact would inevitably arouse suspicion from the main force sooner or later. At Boris's request, the elderly began to pack their belongings and prepare to move.

"Hiss, don't you all feel it getting colder?" Qin Duanyu shivered as she carefully helped an old man onto the oxcart, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

"It's probably because you're not feeling well, Doctor. This level of cold is normal in Ursus..." Vika said with a smile, then paused halfway through. There was still a month or so until winter, so it didn't make sense to be so cold that you could exhale white breath.

After a while, even the shield guards sensed that something was wrong.

"The enemy is here!" Qin Duanyu pointed to the distance. The river at the entrance of the village had frozen over at some point, and a group of Reunification Movement members dressed in white robes could be seen on the other side.

"Why did they arrive so quickly? And this level of cold... Oh no, it's them." Boris frowned, his face filled with disbelief.

"What do you mean?" Oleg asked, puzzled.

"The Yeti, and their princess, have arrived." Boris said, each word distinct, veins bulging on his knife-wielding hand.

Chapter 27, Section 205: Good News, the White Rabbit is Also a Little Angel

On the northwestern tundra, there is a guerrilla group of infected who are enemies of Ursus. It is said that their leader is a monster that will never fall, and under his command is a special squad that is the embodiment of the cold winds of Ursus.

Wherever they went, everything froze, skyscrapers collapsed, and fortifications crumbled instantly. When they left, they left behind only Ursus soldiers frozen into ice blocks.

The local garrison fearfully called them the Yeti Squad.

"I initially thought it was just something those cowardly bullies made up, but I never expected the legend to be true. There really are such warriors." Oleg frowned as he felt the biting cold wind and the approaching Yetis.

He had also heard rumors of rebels causing trouble in the northwest, but the only thing of value to the Empire in that frozen land was its minerals, which were later used as the best place to "consume" infected people, so no elite troops were sent to garrison there.

Aren't all good-for-nothings like this, liking to exaggerate the enemy's strength to cover up their own incompetence? But now, facing the Yeti Squad head-on, he realized that those rumors weren't entirely fabricated.

Wait a minute, if most of the rumors are true, then what about the black-clad team we fought before, and that monster that never falls...? Oleg gasped, vaguely guessing the origin of the Patriot he hadn't met yet.

The Sarkaz man who led the Shield Guards into the fortress amidst the snowstorm, rescuing him, Barclay, Semyon, and the general from the clutches of the Silver Spear Pygassos, was like a man forged in steel.

Only someone praised by the general as "the best battlefield commander in Ursus" could force the clever Doctor to suffer repeated setbacks, and in the end, he only managed to escape in a sorry state with the help of a mudslide.

However, now was clearly not the time to consider these things. He suppressed the complex feelings in his heart, looked towards the Yeti team, and while estimating the possibility of breaking through the encirclement, he secretly tightened his grip on the military knife in his hand.

Boris was also racking his brains for a solution. He was a defector to begin with, and according to the rules of the Reunion Movement, he would certainly not escape death. Now that he had killed his former "colleague," his crime was even more serious.

He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid that the Yetis would take their anger out on the innocent villagers.

"Don't worry, they haven't launched an attack yet, which means there's still room for negotiation." Qin Duanyu put on a thicker coat and said with great certainty.

Of all those present, he was probably the most relaxed.

This is one of only two units in the Reunion Movement that maintains military discipline. If they had arrived earlier and seen that squad trying to plunder the village, they probably would have taken matters into their own hands before Boris even had to lift a finger.

Moreover, the Yetis were just extremely faint red dots, not even as intense as the murderous intent a group of girls felt towards him that night when things went wrong.

call!

A cold wind suddenly swept by, and the temperature dropped several degrees again. Whether it was frost or the bright moonlight reflecting off the ground, it turned into a vast expanse of white. The snow monsters in front of the village naturally made way for them.

From the darkness emerged a flawless girl, her silver hair flowing smoothly down her back, her snow-white skin shimmering faintly in the moonlight. No one would doubt that she was an elf blessed by the goddess of ice and snow.

Frostnova, the princess of the Yetis!

“Boris the Avenger… perhaps I should call you Boris the Traitor now,” the girl said coldly, her chilling aura palpable even from a distance.

“I have never forgotten the life-saving grace of the mine, so in the battle of Chernobog, my men and I did not flinch in the slightest,” Boris stepped forward and answered humbly.

“Yes, you are an excellent warrior. That old stubborn man speaks highly of you, and Talulah even considered promoting you to a new officer. But you… shouldn’t have been a coward who ran away, nor should you have turned your sword against your former comrades.” Frostnova shook her head, her tone tinged with regret, as if she were lamenting Boris’s actions.

“Although these people are no longer worthy of being part of Reunion, and I don’t acknowledge them as my comrades, I did kill them. Take their lives, but I hope you can spare these innocent people.” Boris didn’t argue, but said with a hint of pleading.

"Understood, we will not harm the innocent." Frostnova nodded silently, saying what he most wanted to hear.

Having received the assurance, Boris was completely relieved. He glanced back at Old Neptune and the others, then knelt on the ground with his hands holding his katana, looking as if he were about to be executed.

"Boris killed to protect everyone. Are we just going to let these bandits enter the village and burn, kill, and loot?"

“That’s right, those bandits injured old Andrei and the others, are they not allowed to fight back? I killed those bastards too, look there’s still blood on my hoe. If you want revenge, kill me too!”

"Please, everyone, spare Boris! We'll hand over all the grain in the village!"

Her cool, grey eyes swept over the villagers, glancing at the trembling old men who still spoke up for Boris for a moment. Then, the chill in her eyes softened slightly before she finally fixed her gaze back on Boris.

"Is this your reason for leaving Reunion?"

The Ursus man's resolute gaze had already provided the answer.

“Petrova!” Froststar whispered, and a woman dressed in a Yeti robe stepped forward in response.

"The Third Squad, formerly under Mephisto, deserted their post during the march and attempted to rob residents of nearby villages. They have been executed on the spot according to discipline. I hope all units will take this as a warning." Froststar gestured for her to record everything, then changed the subject, "In addition, we accidentally discovered the traitor Boris, who I have personally executed!"

With that, Froststar reached out and grabbed at Boris.

The chilling energy, like the sharpest blade, aimed straight at Boris's heart, but having received Frostnova's affirmative answer, he had long since disregarded life and death and calmly accepted the attack.

Click!

A crisp shattering sound rang out, and Boris opened his eyes in astonishment, only to find that he was not dead. Instead, the katana had been reduced to countless fragments, with only the hilt remaining in Frostnova's hand.

“Boris the Avenger is dead. I will have someone deliver the hilt of the sword to Talulah,” Frostnova said calmly, then turned and left without looking back.

……

"Thank you, sir. If it weren't for your suggestion, Boris would definitely have been killed." Looking at the somewhat exhausted Boris, old Neptune was overjoyed. The cold girl from before had clearly intended to kill Boris.

As a result, Qin Duanyu secretly told him that as long as he told the truth, he could save Boris. He shouted it out with some doubt, but to his surprise, it really worked.

"I was just offering random suggestions. Maybe your sincerity moved the young lady in charge?" Qin Duanyu shook her head, telling Old Nipp not to take the matter to heart.

"Doctor, this wasn't part of your plan either, was it?" Vika, still shaken, leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

She once thought that Boris's death was the best possible outcome.

"How could that be? You could guess what that cadre was thinking the first time you met her... Do you think I'm some kind of god?" Qin Duanyu quickly denied it, but a smile appeared on her face hidden in the shadows.

Although I can't guess what she's thinking, I know that the white rabbit is also a little angel.

Chapter 28, Section 206: We're all just laborers under the rabbit's command.

On the wasteland leading towards Longmen, a strange procession is moving slowly.

Ahead were rows of covered wagons pulled by livestock, crammed full of all sorts of odds and ends. Most of the passengers were elderly, with only a few young people busy running around. Behind them followed a line of soldiers in white robes, carefully maintaining a distance of several dozen meters.

"Let's stop here for today and take a break." Boris looked at the exhausted old people, led the convoy to a small river, and decided to rest for the night nearby.

Even though they avoided the possibility of fighting the Yeti team, after a brief discussion, everyone still decided to relocate.

The location of Sig Village is already known to the Reunion Movement. It's alright that the Yeti Squad came this time, but what if they encounter those thugs or a psychopath like Mephisto next time?

Boris Johnson didn't dare take that risk.

Fortunately, as a hunter, he often ventured into the surrounding area and knew the terrain very well. He quickly found a suitable place, and after the crisis was over, there was no need to rush to leave the village. Everyone could rest for another night and pack their belongings at their leisure.

The next morning, almost at the same time they were all ready to set off, the Yeti's group also finished packing up their camp and followed the Sig Village group at a leisurely pace.

"Little Boris, take some food over to them later. Old Anton's car got stuck this morning, and they helped fix it." Old Neptune cut the roasted meat into small pieces and put them into a large food box.

“Okay.” Boris nodded, picked up the food box, and headed toward the Yeti camp not far away.

Although the elderly people had been doing farm work for many years and were in much better physical condition than their peers in the city, they were still quite old and Qin Duanyu and his group couldn't take care of them all. It was thanks to the help of the snow monsters that they didn't encounter any major problems along the way.

During his lunch break, he went over to ask why. The Yeti team only said it was on their way, but it was obvious to everyone that they were planning to escort the elderly to a safe place.

The elderly people, who were initially worried about the attack last night, gradually calmed down after receiving help from the Yetis. They could also sense that these Yetis, who also wore the Reunion Movement mark, were not the same kind of scum as those others.

So the kind-hearted elderly people thought of sending some food over to express their gratitude.

As soon as they reached the camp entrance, they saw the Yetis from the other side also carrying a pot, from which steaming white vapor continuously rose.

"Hey, we made a little too much for dinner. Want to try Yang's Ursus stew?" the leading yeti said with a smile, but when he saw what Boris was holding, he couldn't help but look surprised.

The two sides actually came up with the same idea.

It turned out that Froststar saw that all the crops in the nearby farmland had been cut down. She didn't know that this was the result of Oleg and the others' hard work during the day. She thought that the village's harvest was not good this year and was worried that the old people would go hungry, so she specially sent someone to bring some food.

"It smells so good! Yang Ge, this cooking is way better than yours." One of the Yetis took the food box, sniffed it carefully, and then said to his companion with dissatisfaction.

“Then you shouldn’t eat my cooking anymore. You complained that Petrova’s cooking was bad, but you praised my cooking skills…” The slightly immature voice retorted defiantly, only to be slapped on the forehead by the person next to him.

"Hmph!" A girl's delicate snort came from under the cloak. It seemed to be the female yeti who had kept records yesterday. After teaching the boy named Yang a lesson, she continued to attack the yeti who had spoken first.

"Why am I getting hit too? It's clearly because he had a foul mouth!"

"Because you look like you deserve a beating!"

Boris was devastated watching the Yetis put on a comedy routine.

He had encountered the Yeti squad a few times during the Reunion Movement, but these guys always kept quiet and acted like experts. In addition, he had heard various rumors about the Yetis and thought they would be difficult to get along with.

Unexpectedly, they are a bunch of goofballs in their daily lives.

"If you don't mind, please sit down and eat with us. We have enough food to get through the rest of the winter," Old Nip said with a smile to the Yetis who were still putting on their comedy act.

“Sir, perhaps we shouldn’t. After all, we are infected…” The leading Yeti hesitated, then pulled down his hood, revealing the black crystals on his neck.

"It's alright, it's just a matter of using a few more sets of tableware. Old people like to be around people, let's call the young men over here too." Old Nip, as if he hadn't seen them, turned around and called out, "Wife, cook some more food, these good young men must be starving!"

If they truly disliked infected people, they wouldn't have left Boris in the village in the first place.

"In that case, I'm sorry to have bothered you." The lead yeti whispered a few words to its companion, who immediately turned and ran towards the other camp.

A short while later, the number of people in the camp in Sig Village had nearly doubled.