This copper pot is the last assurance for sustaining life.
No one knows how long we've been walking.
Lü Lang only felt a lightening on his back as a soldier lifted some of the copper pot:
"It's time to switch shifts."
Lü Lang nodded here, without any pretension or bravado, he directly handed the pot over to the soldier.
Only then did he catch a breath.
He stood in place, gasped a couple of times, picked up the bag put down by the soldier on his back, and quickened his pace to catch up with the cooking team's ranks.
After half a day more had passed.
The group found a place with relatively fewer weeds, preparing to start a fire and cook for the large troops at the back, some went to collect firewood, others to gather wild vegetables.
And a young soldier from the cooking team wanted to place the just unloaded copper pot on a relatively flat piece of ground.
But danger lurked everywhere in this meadow.
That ground appeared problem-free.
