Black Soil Plain, battlefield front line.
Thick black smoke from burning corpses rose like a pillar of demons, reaching into the sky.
Although the battlefield had undergone preliminary treatment, the number of corpses had not decreased much; there were too many corpses, and just sorting them would take a long time.
In front of an iron pot, Su Xiao stirred with a ladle, inside was bubbling seafood soup, a convenient food prepared by Xia, already processed, just needing a little cooking.
The unique umami of seafood wafted around, and nearby human soldiers cast sidelong glances at Su Xiao, swallowing their saliva, but no one dared to ask or snatch.
Su Xiao served himself a large bowl, the seafood soup was smooth and rich, extraordinarily delicious, though he didn't know what ingredients Xia used, Su Xiao only recognized shrimp tails, clams, and a few others like bean sprouts.
