Chapter 162: The Old Man Who Would Die for Money_2

"He's overwatering those forty-five gold stars of his."

Life in the camp was really boring, they couldn't do anything outside of fighting and training. After winning a counteroffensive and capturing an imperial camp, they had no battles to fight recently.

The desire to gossip dwells in everyone, even professional soldiers are no exception.

"Keep your voice down, here he comes."

"Why whisper? I intend to ask him as soon as he arrives."

Ji Xinghe, who just entered the mess hall, felt many eyes on him, their gaze held a mixture of complex emotions.

But he didn't mind. He went to the serving counter, removed his protective helmet, got his lunch, and squatted down in a corner to eat.

The mess hall in the camp didn't have tables or chairs, in order to save resources, everyone squatted to eat.