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The last meal was last night, and since then, nearly everyone in the squadron had gone without food.
After the assault by Aguna until now, the physical exhaustion had been extreme, and everyone's stomachs were growling with hunger.
To find a roast chicken in such a situation was enough to make numerous people salivate, wishing they could devour the chicken, bones and all, right away.
But the presence of the roast chicken seemed too eerie. Why would there be a roast chicken here?
Even Li Dapang, whose mouth was watering, felt something was off. Could it be a hallucination from hunger?
But no matter how one looked at it, what was in hand was a plump roast chicken.
Liu Mang was busy opening a small oil-paper packet, and inside was a piece of roast pork, emitting a tempting aroma, causing stomachs to rumble.
