Meanwhile, Huo Qingtong had the cooks come ashore to prepare meals. Even though there were many people, a ship with a 7,000 ton capacity would take some time to fill.
The meals were simple, but the white rice was unlimited.
There was also a pot of soup and steamed salted fish.
A bowl of rice with a spoonful of meat soup and a piece of salted fish—this was already considered decent food for the hardworking men.
The workers started their ant like labor, dismantling the rusted weapons, piling them up, and then having others carry them onto the ships.
"Ha, an airplane! A Japanese airplane! I wonder if dismantling this is worth more. I'm going to take apart a plane today!"
"Whoa, look at this pile of guns here. These are Type 38 rifles. Back on the battlefield, if you had one of these, everyone would be envious."
"What is this...?"
Someone kicked around in the dirt and uncovered a pale white skull.