After a day of fighting, with that sort of thing in their mouths, they inevitably missed freshly cooked meals. It was nothing difficult to understand, just human nature.
After all, after keeping their nerves taut all day, they always needed some way to relax.
So now, seeing these things in the trenches, the soldiers had no desire to eat compressed biscuits and the like again.
The food in these metal cans was no true delicacy, but it was fresh and warm. Those two reasons alone made it a considerable source of comfort to the soldiers in the trenches who had endured the Abyss army's attacks during the day.
Just as the soldiers finished dividing the food in this metal can among themselves, the other Integration Movement members in the trench who saw this took out several identical cans and passed them over.
It was an act that needed no words, an act whose reason could be understood simply by seeing it.
Seeing this, the soldiers handed over the rations they carried for the others to try, as a gift in return.
As both sides ate, that soldier swallowed what was in his mouth and asked the Greater Demon, "Is this standard issue for all of you?"
At this, the Greater Demon nodded, then said, "These are emergency provisions issued in the trenches, prepared in case we suddenly need to eat on the spot. Most of the time, we just carry them around. We normally eat in the rear, or have meals sent over from there as needed. Those taste better than these."
"But some personnel on special solo operations don't carry these. They take food like your compressed biscuits instead, to reduce the risk of exposure."
Hearing the Greater Demon say this, the soldier and the other soldiers in the