To avoid affecting morale, the news of Pangolin's injury was not made public within the Army, and even today's broadcast didn't report the glorious achievements of Area G53-7, but rather aired news unrelated to the frontline situation.
Position G40.
At the entrance of the anti-cannon hole, a large pot was supported. Fragrant bubbles floated in the broth within the pot, and sliced bread was placed on a rack beside it. Under the Centurion's lead, the Clone soldiers had lined up, and the chef, holding a ladle, shouted impatiently.
"Next."
The Clone soldiers weren't very smart, their thoughts simple.
Absolute obedience was one of their strengths, yet conversely, without someone instructing them, they wouldn't do anything.
If the chef didn't tell them they could leave, they would just keep waiting in front of the pot.
A spoonful of broth, half a sausage, and a piece of hard bread—that was the simple meal for the Clone Group.
