Chapter 377: I Am the Unit Leader of the Liberation Front
I woke up to the sound of a bell, still clutching my axe as I slept. I must’ve slept for about two hours, but the fatigue had mostly lifted. Without even wiping the sleep from my eyes, I stepped out of the barracks and saw the laborers moving somewhere in a line.
Sometimes I wake up and feel like the swelling in my face hasn’t gone down. This was one of those times.
My face was swollen like hell.
“......”
I walked with half-lidded eyes, blending in with the ghostly procession of laborers. The ones ahead of me picked up wooden bowls and chopsticks, so I followed suit. The state of the bowl snapped me out of my daze a little.
I may not be good at cooking, but I always kept my bowls clean. This one, though—was it meant for holding food or shoveling sand? Hard to tell.
Still, I was hungry, so I quietly lined up.
Were we being served food?
When it was my turn, a man dressed in rags like mine ladled some thin gruel and three dumplings into my bowl. Fully awake now, I stared back and forth between the bland porridge and the man dishing it out.
“......”
The man gave me a sour look and said,
“Move along. Next.”