In the end, the huge basin of noodles was somehow finished by the six of them. It really was not a small basin—think about it, would the military use small basins?
"Leng, I heard China has a lot of delicious food. Is that true?" Everyone was lying in their own bunks when Balek suddenly asked.
"What? Do you really want to join China now? You've been asking questions all day." Black Lion teased.
"No problem. If they'll have me, I'll join right now. I'd even join their military and give my life for them." Balek answered without hesitation.
"Hahaha, you're too weak. They probably wouldn't want you." Black Lion immediately burst out laughing.
Jiang Yan Hai and the others laughed as well.
"I don't know about other places, but in Africa, the country many people most want to go to isn't the United States. It's China." Ovid spoke with a smile.
"Yeah, haven't you seen that I want to go too?" Balek nodded.
Leng Feng and Shao Bing found it hard to respond. They were proud inside, but there was no way for them to pick up that conversation.
"Because they truly treat us as friends, unlike people from certain Western countries, who are nothing but jackals." Ovid did not look very happy. After speaking, he thought for a moment and added, "You two, sorry. I wasn't targeting you."
"It's fine. Say whatever country you want to curse at—I'll curse them with you." Balek looked completely unconcerned, and Black Lion did not mind either.
They had long since seen through such things. Among those who became mercenaries, how many had truly done so because they could no longer survive and needed money?
Money was certainly part of it, but more often, they must have gone through something in their lives.