Both were already starving and parched, so naturally, they didn't hold back.
Feng Long waited until the burning sensation in his stomach vanished before letting out a satisfied burp. He sighed, "After this meal tonight, I have to return to my unit the moment I get off the train tomorrow and head straight back to the front lines.
"I really don't know how long it will be before we can drink and chat like this again!"
"What, is the battle with the Million Dwarves Country getting tight?" Su Mo asked curiously, gnawing on a salt-and-pepper chicken leg.
Relationships with other territories could perhaps be mediated, but there had been no room for negotiation with the Million Dwarves Country since the first Black Stone base camp. Over the past seven years, there was no doubt about it. The two territories must have clashed numerous times as they developed, eventually escalating to the current state of hostility.
