"Why choose me?"
Andrew looked at Dali Wenluo, who sat across from him eating dinner. They had been assigned to the same military tent, and just now, Dali Wenluo had passed on an order: Andrew had been selected for tomorrow's assault squad.
The squad's mortality rate was extremely high.
"Are you scared?"
Dali Wenluo scooped up a spoonful of mush and put it in his mouth, looking relaxed, even somewhat pleased.
As a child, when he had gone crying to his mother that he was hungry, she had greeted him with a look of disgust and a remark:
"You know how to be hungry, so why don't you know how to die?"
He had learned to cook for himself very young. No one had taught him; pounding complicated ingredients into mush made them easier to cook through.
Eating this food in the military camp felt a little like revisiting his childhood. Yes, even his childhood could be revisited, because he had personally strangled the mother who had left her mark on his life.
"I'm not afraid. I just want to know whether the Legion Commander specifically arranged this."
Andrew knew his tentmate was no ordinary man. His interactions with Battalion Commander Ventura, his attendance at meetings in the Legion Commander's tent... all of it showed that he was one of Legion Commander Kallen's own people.
Dali Wenluo smiled. "Andrew, the world is vast. It might revolve around certain people, but certainly not around you. Who the hell do you think you are?"
His tone was not mocking, merely matter-of-fact, but that made the blow all the more devastating.
After finishing his meal, Dali Wenluo felt unsatisfied. He pulled Andrew's portion over and started eating that too.
His tentmate had no shortage of good food. Many soldiers had brought supplies in