They placed the collected firewood in the center, and without a lighter or flint, these young masters and misses found themselves in a bind all of a sudden.
How were they going to start this fire! And this instructor, he couldn't even spare them a lighter!
"Clueless bunch!" With a casual glance at Han Xiaoxu, Ling Miaomiao pulled out a small knife, picked a stick, and began to whittle it, prompting the others to finally catch on.
Fire drilling!
How could they have forgotten this most primitive method of starting a fire! Cough cough! Although it looked a bit foolish, it was indeed effective.
Before long, the flames slowly rose, and sitting by the fire pit, they ate their food in silence, without speaking.
"This hardtack is truly awful!" Han Xiaoxu broke the quiet, realizing for the first time that the food in the military region was gourmet compared to this.
It looked like he would no longer have the opportunity to complain about its taste.
