Rescue and Disaster Relief

"Quick, quick, Third Platoon, this way…"

Three military transport trucks were parked in front of the Fourth Company's dormitory.

The three platoon sergeants stood beside the car.

The soldiers didn't even have to gather once they exited from the dormitories carrying their baggage. They simply boarded the vehicles that were waiting outside without any delay.

"Throw the breakfast into the car."

"Everyone inside split a portion among yourselves!"

In the car, Wang Ye had just tied the shovel he had brought to his backpack when Wu Jian Feng's voice suddenly came from outside.

Wang Ye saw Zhang Ping An at the back of the truck.

However, Wang Ye didn't have the time to interact with him now.

He handed three plastic bags to the soldier at the back of the car.

Steamed buns and steamed rolls.

There were at least 20 to 30 of them in a bag.

This was everyone's breakfast.

"Alright, let's go. Let's start the car!"