The insectoid that Di Xiu captured was originally intended to be boiled or roasted, but everyone tried and couldn't get it cooked properly.
Wang Hu boldly used his laser sword to cut off a small piece, checked it to make sure there were no viruses, and then swallowed it with his eyes closed. He found that it tasted pretty good raw.
I don't know if it was because it was grilled, but the meat was hot and a little sweet. It was a bit tough on my teeth though. After eating it, I felt like my body was on fire, and I started sweating soon after.
Emperor Xiu also tried it, understood the effect, and verified his guess. Then he distributed it all. Fortunately, the insectoid race was large enough that one piece was enough for everyone. However, most people chose to store it for the time being.
After resolving this matter, Di Xiu was dragged by Wang Hu to drink soup.
The soldiers lived in igloos, which were built with the help of locals, but they were not very big to keep them warm.
Di Xiu and a dozen others sat around the stove, on which sat a large pot of thick, white broth that simmered and bubbled, with chunks of snow-white meat occasionally rising to the surface.
After being frozen for so long, the sight of those bulging and bursting bubbles warmed their hearts, not to mention the aroma of meat. Just smelling it made these soldiers, who were used to drinking nutritional supplements, drool.
Aside from the soldiers in combat uniforms, there were two similar-looking young men, wearing padded coats and cotton shoes. One was stirring the soup with a ladle, while the other was adding various herbs to it.
Di Xiu retrieved the corresponding information from his mind. It was a herb native to this planet that could dispel wind, unblock meridians, and replenish qi and blood.
After waiting another ten minutes, the smell became exactly the same as what they had smelled before. The brothers scooped out the herbal residue and began serving soup to everyone.
Di Xiu also took a bowl, looked down and saw that there wasn't much soup, it was all meat. Looking at the pot, there was no meat left.
He looked at his brother who was giving him the soup. His brother drew a circle with his hand, pointed to everyone, and said, "They gave it to you."
After leaving the battlefield, Wang Hu was no longer inclined to joke around with Di Xiu.
He wasn't afraid of people radiating murderous intent, but he couldn't help but feel intimidated by those who, despite having slaughtered so many Zerg, remained calm and suppressed all their killing intent.
This is even more true for others.
But since she had taken the meat he brought back, she felt she should give it back to him, so she persuaded him to give him all the meat.
Di Xiu remained silent for a moment, then did not refuse.
The igloo was very quiet, with few people talking. However, the one who had been shivering from the cold suddenly stood up with a bowl of soup in his hand, squeezed next to Di Xiu, and praised him while sniffling: "Brother, you're really amazing. How long has it been since you tested your level? I guarantee you've definitely leveled up by at least two levels."
There was no point in responding to this, so Di Xiu grunted in acknowledgment that he had heard it. After finishing the meat and soup, he put down his bowl, stood up, nodded to the two brothers, and went outside.
The movements were fluid and graceful, yet not vulgar; instead, they exuded a kind of elegance. I paused for a moment, and suddenly remembered the ancient nobles in the TV series starring the goddess—elegant and unrestrained.
Where are you going?
Di Xiu continued walking: "Rest."
"Hey, how about I share a room with you?"
Each igloo can accommodate about twenty people, but with the help of the locals, the number of igloos has gradually increased, making it more spacious with thirteen or fourteen people per igloo.
Di Xiu had no objections; after all, someone had to share a room with him.
He gulped down the soup in two mouthfuls and rushed outside, but as soon as he stepped out, he was jolted by a sudden blizzard that had started out of nowhere. A blast of cold air rushed in, and he felt as if the hot soup in his stomach was about to freeze.
It's so incredibly cold.
Having just finished drinking hot soup and regained body temperature, I had to face the even lower nighttime temperatures, and started shivering again.
"Mohr, if you're going to get out, get out quickly, the snow has already come in."
Moore could barely see the figure anymore. Gritting his teeth, he closed the door, covered his ears, and hunched his shoulders as he chased after it.
A humanoid self-propelled M568 energy cannon, and an advanced version with no cooldown—it would be an injustice not to cling to this powerful figure.
Di Xiu found his temporary dormitory, where only a small portion of the people were present, and they were all already asleep. Rest is not only physical but also mental; chatting and laughing around the fireplace is a great way to relax.
Di Xiu gently pushed open the door and entered, using his divine sense to block the wind and snow that was pouring in. He walked to a corner and crawled into a thick sleeping bag.
It took Moore a while to find his dorm room, and he was more than ten minutes late. He opened the door a little too loudly, and the person who was sleeping suddenly opened their eyes and jumped up.
Using the light from the fluorite in the room, they could see that someone had entered. He probably swore at them, and Mor, realizing he was in the wrong, apologized with a forced smile.
Mo'er tiptoed over to Di Xiu's side, crawled into the sleeping bag next to him, and carefully made some distance.
In his dream, it was windy and snowy, but he felt inexplicably at ease.
Is this the sense of security that comes from being a big shot?
Four hours later, Di Xiu opened his eyes. The room was dimly lit. Thirteen people were breathing evenly, interspersed with a few mutterings. The one shouting and yelling was probably dreaming of the insectoid race, while the one speaking softly was probably dreaming of his relatives. The one next to him was smacking his lips and saying something about "thigh".
Outside, the raging wind and snow beasts roared, making the ice house very quiet. Di Xiu stared at the inner wall of the ice house for a while, then closed his eyes again.
When Moore was jolted awake by the quantum computer on his wrist, his head was still a little fuzzy. After realizing where he was, he immediately climbed out of his sleeping bag and saw that the seat next to him was empty, which made him feel annoyed.
He followed the others outside, and the cold wind blowing in his face made him dizzy. If it weren't for the fact that everyone's physical fitness has improved now, he would definitely have a headache and fever.
Having learned from his previous experience, he ran much faster this time. Surprisingly, there was no one on the ridges. He followed the others, rushing up and down, and found that in just ten hours, the front line had advanced by nearly fifty meters.
He was a little slow to remember something: when they changed shifts, they had already moved forward. At that time, he was weak and tired, cold and unable to climb up the ridge, but someone still helped him up.
He recalled that glance from the highest point, and his mind was filled with "Holy crap!" He wondered if the boss had only rested for half the night before coming to fight the Zerg.
Can he hold out until the next shift change?
As it turns out, it is possible.
Ten hours is not the limit for these soldiers, but a time limit set to ensure that everyone can rest well and work in a cycle. With Emperor Xiu's current physique, even fighting continuously for ten days is not a problem.
As the Zerg gradually retreated, the soldiers seemed to be injected with adrenaline, or perhaps they saw a glimmer of hope for victory, and more and more Zerg fell at their feet.
On the first day of the reinforcements' arrival, the Zerg suffered heavy losses, and the high-level Zerg who were drooling on the frozen lake finally realized something was wrong.
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