Li Wei pulled two bags of potato chips and several strips of dried meat from her backpack, giving half to Qin Lan.
Qin Lan accepted them blankly, then looked toward Li Wei's backpack, somewhat stunned.
The 19th Army's management was lax, but it couldn't possibly be so lax that these things could be brought into the barracks at will, could it?
This new member was a little too capable, wasn't she?
Seeing her expression, Li Wei knew she had misunderstood.
But she didn't explain. Instead, she used the snacks to draw closer to Qin Lan and began probing her for information.
After receiving Li Wei's snacks, Qin Lan had originally wanted to give her some food in return.
But when she saw the lump of "pig feed" in her own mess tin, she ultimately gave up on the idea.
Now, seeing that Li Wei had questions, she didn't hide anything. Whatever she knew, she told Li Wei.
The first question Li Wei asked was closely related to her leveling up: the number of Abyssal Monsters and the intensity of the battles.
She asked Qin Lan, "Are there many battles of yesterday's intensity?"
Qin Lan tore open the bag of chips, her voice hoarse. "Not that many. Maybe once every three to five months."
Huh? Once every three to five months?
Li Wei was somewhat disappointed and couldn't help asking again, "What about normally? Are there many battles?"
Qin Lan held a chip in her mouth, narrowing her eyes as she mumbled, "Small fights happen every day. There's never a moment of peace in this place."
"Phew—"
Li Wei let out a long breath, somewhat relieved. "What about the scale?"
"Whenever a battle starts, the Abyssal Monsters charge toward the position in overwhelming numbers... But normally, they won't attack along the