The platoon commander was stunned. “What place is that?”
Milo lowered his voice and said to him, “The FOB. It’s at most four kilometers away from us. Not only can you eat your fill while in this uniform, but you can also take some food back with you as well.”
When the platoon commander heard Milo telling him that he could eat at the forward operating base, he hesitated for a moment.
What if someone at the FOB discovered their true identity?
But when he looked at Milo’s group again, he immediately thought.
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