"Give me a can of American beef." Song Hui hastily handed over a can of beef.
"Thanks." Lin Chuan took it.
Pop...
With a flick of his finger, he easily opened the can. The fragrance of beef wafted through the air. American beef was popular worldwide. Even though these were military rations, the American cans were clearly tastier. Perhaps it was because of their judicious selection of beef and the exceptionally fine production. The flavor was really good.
After a brief rest and regroup, the group immediately embarked on their journey back home.
The mountain in front of them marked the border between China and Myanmar—Nujiang State.
"As long as we get over this mountain, we'll be stepping onto home soil," Lin Chuan said, shaking his gear. "However, the path ahead probably won't be that easy."
"Do we have to cross the Nu River?" Song Hui asked from the side.
