He poured some gasoline on the fire, making it burn even more fiercely. The light of the fire painted their faces red. Chu Tianying, holding a firewood, was fiddling with the fire to keep it lively. He took off the white camouflage suit he was wearing and threw it aside, placing two sleeping bags next to the fire, "They're new, haven't been opened yet, afraid of dampness."
Seeing him speak, Ye Tian also started speaking, "Do you come here often? You seem well-prepared."
"I don't, this is my first time. After all, it's my own country. These were prepared by others, I just use them occasionally, but not often."
"Oh."
Ye Tian looked around.
This place could practically serve as a small base—ammunition, food, plenty of calories. Without any accidents, two or three people could hide here for a month and a half.
"Is that your water source?"
Ye Tian pointed at a corner where water was dripping.
