"Fei Hu, over here, this way!"
With a face full of dust, Di Yun waved to Weichi Feihu from afar. Weichi Feihu saw him and immediately grinned, hurrying over with the soldiers behind him to sit down. A group of them gathered on the ground at the temporary mountaintop base, forming several clusters.
By then, Di Yun had already prepared the kindling and lit several campfires. The soldiers rubbed their hands together, each skillfully taking out dried meat worms and rice from their packs to cook in the large iron pots over the fires. Before long, the aromatic scent of the meaty porridge wafted through the air, exciting the starving soldiers, who rubbed their hands in anticipation.
The refugees who followed were even more expectant, yet they were fearful and dared not to approach, thinking they wouldn't get such a thick, aromatic porridge and that it would be quite good enough if they were to be given some leftover dry rations.
