"Dahao, what are these glass noodles? They're quite tasty."
Amidst a rudimentary tent, Xiao Nanyan sat on a saddle, looking at the wooden bowl in his hand with a surprised expression: "I've had rice noodles, wheat noodles, and flatbread, but I've never had this. There are even flecks of oil in it?"
He hailed from a military family in Henan, his household passing down the rank of flag-bearer officer generation by generation, which facilitated having a temporary tent to take shelter under the blazing Dari sun.
The soldiers under Xiao Nanyan's command could only stay outside, wolfing down their food under the scalding sun.
They were not without their camp tents, but those were located over three li away from the battlefield, atop a small hill.
Opposite Xiao Nanyan, also slurping up the glass noodles, was his colleague Chang Dahao, another flag-bearer officer like himself.
The team from the Fire-Head Army within their hundred-man unit was managed entirely by Chang Dahao.
