Xiang Ziyu grabbed a tray and found a spot to sit in the relatively spacious field tent. He could finally enjoy a 24-hour break, with a chance to bathe on the front lines and get a good night's sleep.
Honestly, being able to have a hot meal less than 20 kilometers from the front line was no easy feat, as this was a cross-sea landing, and many supplies were extremely precious.
The food provided for the paratroopers was quite good, with beef, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and meatball soup, along with plenty of canned fruit to enjoy freely.
He picked up a piece of steamed bread, dipped it in the tomato and scrambled egg gravy, the slightly sweet and sour taste whetting his appetite, and he ate delightfully, bite after bite.
Before coming to the mess hall, he had slept for over ten hours, and before that, he had taken a hot shower and changed into clean fatigues. In a corner of the mess tent, a battery-powered radio was playing soothing music.
