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After passing Fang County, we headed towards Zhuo County.

The 99A bus sputtered along the official road, kicking up clouds of dust.

I'm not pretending anymore, I'm laying my cards on the table. You little devils, come on if you dare!

Inside the car, Shen Wang closed his eyes to rest, Sha Zhenjiang drove, and Ding Zhijian and Meng Guanglin were responsible for observation and vigilance.

Originally, they were supposed to rest, but Ding Zhijian thought that since a major battle had just taken place, it was best not to rest in one place and to keep a distance.

As the saying goes, "He who listens to advice will eat his fill," and Shen Wang readily accepted his advice.

only--

"Old Ding, Old Meng, Little Sha Zi, can you guys hold on? Don't push yourselves too hard!"

Seeing the three people's increasingly pale faces, Shen Wang felt a little worried.

"Mr. Shen, don't worry, we can still hold on!"

Ding Zhijian said through gritted teeth.

"I remember there's a secluded canyon not far ahead; let's rest there!"

Shen Wang glanced at the three who were forcing themselves to stay awake, knowing he couldn't persuade them otherwise, so he could only nod:

"Alright then, Little Sand, go faster!"

"Yes, Master!"

Sha Zhenjiang responded and, despite his discomfort, floored the accelerator.

Shen Wang said no more and closed his eyes again.

But it's a bit... boring.

Let's try our luck with a prize draw.

To be honest, lotteries are really addictive.

Shen Wang's hands were itching to get started.

"Let's just try our hand at the Bronze level."

Anyway, it's only 10 military merit points at a time, so no matter what you get, it's not a waste.

Consciousness sank into the system space, and the bronze turntable began to spin rapidly.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained supplies: 1 box of Border Region Hand Grenades]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained a weapon: Type 38 Nationalist Army Infantry Squad (Full Set of Weapons)]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained a weapon: Type 38 Nationalist Army Infantry Squad (Full Set of Weapons)]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained supplies: 10 basic medical kits]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have acquired the skill: Basic Medical Skills (can treat minor skin injuries, colds, inflammation, and other ailments)]

……

A series of prizes, some ordinary and some slightly useful, flashed by. Although there were no surprises, they still enriched our family's coffers.

Especially basic medical procedures.

Ding Zhijian and the other two were clearly not doing well; they were likely already infected with inflammation and needed to be treated properly.

Sudden--

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the following supplies: 50 servings of Type 20 rabbit individual self-heating rations, and 50 bottles of 2-liter purified drinking water.]

"Hey! This is great!"

Shen Wang felt a surge of joy.

After a long day of running around and fighting, I was starving and my mouth was dry.

Just then, the tank slowly came to a stop.

"Mr. Shen, we've arrived!" Ding Zhijian said.

Shen Wang nodded and silently activated the [Battlefield Perception] skill. The terrain within a radius of 100 meters instantly appeared in his mind as a three-dimensional map.

It was indeed a hidden canyon, with a narrow entrance but a relatively open interior and steep cliffs, making it easy to hide.

Moreover, there were no red figures representing enemies within the area.

There wasn't even a soul in sight.

There were only four of them within a hundred meters.

"This is a great place!" Shen Wang exclaimed. "Let's all get out of the car and stretch our legs; our bones are about to fall apart."

Even driving a modern car for half a day is tiring, let alone a tank.

After getting off 99A, the group breathed in the fresh, cool air of the wilderness and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

It was nearly dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun gilded the valley with a golden edge.

Shen Wang looked at Ding Zhijian and the other two, whose faces were even paler, almost turning ashen.

In particular, drops of blood were dripping from his body.

Clearly, the previous torture and continuous high-intensity fighting had pushed their bodies to their limits.

Shen Wang felt a pang of sympathy.

Those damn Japanese devils!

"Are you all hungry? Let's get something to eat first to replenish our energy."

To be honest, Ding Zhijian and his two companions had long been at each other's throats, but they had also long been used to enduring it.

Upon hearing Shen Wang's words, Sha Zhenjiang immediately volunteered, "Master, I'll go check the area and hunt some wild game!"

Ding Zhijian and Meng Guanglin also quickly offered to help.

They were all escapees, and if they didn't hunt some wild game, they really didn't know what to eat.

Shen Wang smiled, waved his hand, and said with a hint of mystery, "No need to bother, just wait here."

After saying that, he turned around and crawled back into the 99A tank. Under the cover of the tank compartment, he quickly took out several portions of individual rations and drinking water that he had just drawn from the system space.

"Let's eat this today!"

Shen Wang shook the rations in his hand.

Ding Zhijian and his two companions stared at the unfamiliar packaging, their faces full of questions.

What is that?

It doesn't look like dry food, nor canned food; it's a hard, square package.

Is it really edible?

But what Shen Wang took out was definitely extraordinary, so they suppressed their curiosity and didn't ask any more questions.

The group quickly formed a simple circle with stones under the sheltered rock face, and Sha Zhenjiang and Meng Guanglin nimbly gathered a lot of dry branches and weeds.

Shen Wang used a small box of waterproof matches that came with the food ration package to light the ignition source with a "hiss".

A warm campfire blazed in the deepening twilight, dispelling the chill of the valley and the weariness of the group.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Wang began to operate the magical food ration packet.

He opened one of the main bags, and the dazzling array of items inside made the three of them widen their eyes instantly.

Shen Wang first took out several silver soft packaging bags with different patterns printed on them. To the three of them's surprise, the words on them were a bit strange.

It doesn't look like the characters they commonly use, but it's still barely recognizable.

"Rice...stir-fried rice with shredded pork...vegetable puree..."

Sha Zhenjiang read the words on the packaging bag haltingly.

The more I read, the stranger it seemed.

"It's pickled mustard greens and shredded pork fried rice! Read it from left to right," Shen Wang corrected.

"oh oh!"

Sha Zhenjiang then realized what had happened and blushed deeply.

Shen Wang smiled. His little apprentice, the grandpa of the provincial champion, was quite adorable!

As he took things out, Sha Zhenjiang read along, recognizing quite a few characters.

"Braised beef in soy sauce..."

"Spicy pickled mustard greens..."

"Compressed biscuits..."

"Assorted canned goods..."

"Multi-flavored dried fruit..."

……

"Master...Master, is all of this food?"

Sha Zhenjiang felt his understanding had been refreshed once again; the richness of this package far exceeded his expectations.

Ding Zhijian and Meng Guanglin also felt that they had truly broadened their horizons today.

These two men knew that the Japanese soldiers were equipped with individual rations and had even seen some of their rations, but compared to the scene before them, it was simply unbearable to look at!

Shen Wang didn't say anything, but picked up a staple food package labeled "Spicy Pickled Mustard Greens and Shredded Pork Fried Rice", took out a heating bag, and followed the instructions to pour water and heat it up.

Then, something amazing happened!

The heating bag started to heat up very quickly, and even emitted obvious white steam!

The packaging bag also expanded and heated at a visible rate!

"It's...it's steaming?!"

"It got hot on its own?!"

"What kind of magic is this?!"

Ding Zhijian, Meng Guanglin, and Sha Zhenjiang were stunned and almost jumped up!

It got hot on its own without being placed over a fire?

This completely contradicts their understanding of "heating food"!

Shen Wang didn't say anything, and took out a few more packets of staple food and started heating them up.

Gradually, a rich aroma of rice, shredded meat, and pickled mustard greens wafted from the heated packaging bag.

The aroma was an irresistible temptation for the three people who had been starving for almost a day and who usually ate cornbread and black beans all year round!

They unconsciously swallowed hard, their eyes fixed on the mysterious bags that were constantly emitting steam.

Looking at their shocked yet eager expressions, Shen Wang felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

In later generations, this was nothing more than the most ordinary field rations, which were even occasionally complained about by soldiers.

At this moment, however, these three warriors, who had experienced life and death and whose will was as strong as steel, showed expressions of surprise like children.

孽 孽!

After about fifteen minutes, the heating is complete.

Shen Wang tore open the seal of the main food package, and an even richer aroma wafted out.

"It's ready to eat," he said.

However, Ding Zhijian and the other two looked at each other, holding the staple food packets that Shen Wang had given them, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Clearly unsure how to begin—should they just bite into the bag?

Shen Wang understood and didn't say anything more.

I picked up the cardboard box that came with the rations and folded it into a simple plate in no time.

Then, he poured the steaming hot fried rice with pickled mustard greens and shredded pork onto a plate, and added side dishes such as braised beef and pickled vegetables, thus completing a "deluxe set meal".

Shen Wang handed the prepared meal to Zisha Zhenjiang, after all, he had been calling him master all afternoon.

"Little Sand, you must be starving..."