Zhao Yang nodded, and what surprised Xia Feng was that he did not seem very excited!
"What, you just want the clothes and don't want to be a special forces soldier?" Xia Feng asked.
"No, I just think what you said is true, I do qualify." Zhao Yang said indifferently.
Now Xia Feng's eyes widened as he exclaimed, "Damn, you really don't know what modesty is."
"Alright, alright, we should eat something now," Xia Bing said.
"Yes, food, these guys' backpacks also have some good stuff, more importantly, they have water!"
Xia Feng took out a bottle of water from the backpack and shook it at Zhao Yang and Xia Bing.
Water was their most scarce resource at the moment; Zhao Yang still had half a bottle, Xia Bing also had half a bottle, and Xia Feng had finished his own. Together, there was only one bottle of water left for the three of them.
In a sense, these three men could be considered as sending charcoal in snowy weather!
