Border river.
Wang Xin led a small team, all holding military shovels, crouching at the riverbank digging for wild onions. The dark and slippery road, coupled with extreme cold, made digging for wild vegetables in such an environment far from comfortable.
Moreover, these wild onions look very similar to weeds and particularly like to grow among them. When digging, one must open their eyes wide, bring it up to their nose, and carefully sniff the scent. Only if it has that characteristic fresh and spicy aroma of wild onions can it be put into the basket.
However, thinking about the porridge made from wild onions and how delicious it might be, Wang Xin's motivation grew, and he dug with even more vigor.
Just then—
Whoosh~
A gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a sharp, cutting coldness and a stinging sensation. Wang Xin crouched down, using his arms to shield his face as much as possible, as the wind was really too painful.
"Captain—"
