"According to the map, we're only about 30 kilometers from the border." The gunner seized the moment to pull a can out of the storage box next to the turret, yanking off the lid and devouring it ravenously.
The driver wasn't idle either. He crushed a packet of instant noodles, sprinkled the seasoning on it, and alternated between swigs of mineral water and bites of the noodles.
They were truly starving, having hardly eaten anything along the way. Liu Guozhu was relatively better off, having just eaten a piece of bitter-tasting chocolate to refresh his mind.
"So, we're less than 70 kilometers from the target?" Liu Guozhu spread the map out on the turret and looked down to compare: "With a bit of effort tonight, we might reach the border line."
They had been attacking continuously over these past few days, but since troop communications were intact and supplies timely, no major issues arose.
