Time passed bit by bit.
In the blink of an eye, it was noon.
As a competent broadcaster, Su Bei reported every detail of the offensive side's actions on the channel.
"Spent an hour, caught two fish and a shrimp. Looks like they plan to continue."
"Couldn't find dry firewood, played with the flint for over half an hour, finally got a bit of smoke."
"Caught another fish, looks good."
...
"An hour and a half has passed, they finally managed to light the campfire."
Su Bei seemed to breathe a sigh of relief for them.
Chen Shuhao, observing from another location, took a deep breath, holding back from speaking.
He kept talking about trivial stuff, unrelated to their actions at all.
This made Chen Shuhao very impatient.
However, every time Su Bei spoke, someone on the channel would respond.
Just like now, Mu Cheng eagerly said, "How about we fire a shot to celebrate for them?"
"Hmm," Su Bei paused and then asked, "What does the Team Leader think?"
