After a long period of fatigue, the sudden appearance of such rich food in front of them undoubtedly gave them a shot in the arm.

A bonfire was lit in the center of the camp, and sheep were slowly roasted over the fire.

The flames sizzled the lamb, and a rich aroma filled the air.

The soldiers stared at the roasted lamb with their mouths watering.

"Long live the Marquis!" A soldier shouted excitedly, and everyone responded, and morale instantly boosted.

Shen Yuhan stood aside, looking at the soldiers' faces filled with anticipation, and smiled slightly in his heart.

This roast lamb meal not only fills the soldiers' stomachs, but also makes them feel a sense of belonging.

No matter what kind of difficulties they are in, as long as their morale is there, they have a chance of winning.

The roasted lamb was quickly cooked, and plates of lamb were served, filling the air with fragrance.

The soldiers could no longer contain themselves and rushed forward cheering, grabbing the roasted lamb and feasting on it.

The tender lamb melts in your mouth, and the long-lost sense of satisfaction fills everyone's heart.

The atmosphere in the camp gradually changed from the initial depression to laughter.

The soldiers sat together in the light of the campfire.

Not only did they eat the mutton with big mouthfuls, some even took out musical instruments and started playing impromptu.

Although the nights in the frontier are cold, the heat of the campfire and the aroma of barbecue dispel the chill of the night.

A long-lost smile appeared on the soldiers' faces.

Shen Yuhan also picked up a piece of mutton at random, chewed it slowly, and looked around.

There was a faint smile on his face, and a soft spot in his heart was touched at this moment.

Although the war on the border has not yet begun, as long as the soldiers are united, he is confident that he can lead them to overcome any difficulties.

The bonfire gradually died down, and the frontier night returned to its original silence.