One man's resistance against Japan, I mobilized a million people to aid Shanghai.

"Don't worry about the mining equipment, I have a solution."

Upon hearing this, all eyes in the conference room turned to Zhu Yong, their gazes filled with doubt.

Could it be that my Academy of Sciences has come up with something new?

Zhu Yong reached out and summoned the system panel.

Since the upgrade, Zhu Yong's clones can also see the system panel.

"I forgot to tell you, after we reached 30 million kills, the system upgraded the in-game store."

He raised his right hand and made a light sweeping motion in the air.

A pale blue light screen appeared out of thin air and hovered in the center of the conference room.

Complex patterns flowed across the light screen, resembling some kind of ancient script or a circuit diagram.

All the clones present could feel an indescribable energy fluctuation.

"System, open the in-game store!"

The patterns on the light screen were rearranged, transforming into a simple interface.

The left side is a list of categories: [Weapons] [Equipment] [Vehicles] [Resources] [Technology] [Special].

Each category has subcategories, densely packed and seemingly endless.

Zhu Wenzheng's eyes widened: "This...this is..."

"An interface where you can directly exchange kill points for items."

Zhu Yong calmly said, "From a rifle to an aircraft carrier, from a ton of steel to a barrel of oil, theoretically anything can be traded as long as there are enough kill points."

A collective gasp filled the conference room.

Chang Yuchun suddenly stood up and shouted:

"Then what are we waiting for! Let's change the oil! Aren't we short of oil? Let's just change the oil!"

Zhu Yong glanced at him and quickly operated his fingers on the light screen.

He clicked on the "Resources" category and found the "Fuel" sub-item.

The screen refreshed, displaying a concise message:

Crude oil: 1000 kill points per ton

Chang Yuchun counted on his fingers:

"Our fleet needs 8,000 tons a day... 1,000 points per ton of ship fuel... that's... 8 million kill points a day?"

His voice grew softer and softer, until it became a murmur:

"My mother...she kills eight million people a day?"

"Is this system treating us like suckers?"

Zhu Wenzheng shook his head directly and said:

"My Lord, directly exchanging for fuel is simply not feasible."

Zhu Yong continued operating and clicked on another sub-item: [Industrial Equipment] → [Energy Extraction] → [Petroleum].

[Integrated Crude Oil Extraction and Refining Equipment: One Million Kill Points]

The conference room was so quiet you could hear the ventilation system humming.

Everyone was doing mental arithmetic.

Bai Qi spoke first, his voice still icy, saying:

"A complete set of integrated equipment requires one million kill points."

"If we deploy one set in each of the ten oil fields, that would be ten million kill points."

"These devices should be sufficient to support our needs in a world war."

He looked at Zhu Yong: "The initial investment is 10 million kill points. After that, you only need to maintain the equipment operation and personnel costs. It is at least 200 times more cost-effective than directly exchanging for fuel."

Zhu Yong nodded:

"Therefore, my plan is to use existing fuel to support key operations in the short term."

"In the medium term, we will exchange mining equipment and establish our own oil industry."

"In the long run, once we control enough oil fields and refineries, fuel will no longer be a bottleneck for us."

He looked at Sha Wujin and Chang Yuchun: "You two have a very heavy task ahead of you for the next two weeks."

"Five catties of sand, the purification speed of the Japanese islands needs to be increased again."

Sha Wujin wore an almost pious expression.

"My Lord, if it's for exchanging for these divine artifacts... I can make an average of two million per day."

"We just need more manpower."

"Transferred from the Three Han states."

Zhu Yong said without hesitation, "Bai Qi, the suppression on your side is basically complete. Give another three million auxiliary troops to Sha Wujin."

"yes!"

"Chang Yuchun".

Zhu Yong turned to Chang Yuchun, "Your task is even more important."

"Within half a month, we will not only take Yangon, but also control the entire Siam, especially the Yenangyaung oil field."

"There are existing oil wells and refining equipment there, although they are a bit old, but they can be used after renovation."

"Every day you arrive early, we'll have oil a day sooner."

Chang Yuchun immediately replied:

"Rest assured, Your Majesty! Five days! I only need five days! If I can't take Siam within ten days, you can twist my head off and use it as a football!"

"I don't want your brain, I want the oil."

Zhu Yong said calmly:

"Five days later, I will exchange for the first set of integrated mining and smelting equipment."

"If Yenangyaung is still in John Niu's hands by then, there will be nowhere to install the equipment."

"I guarantee I'll take it down!" Chang Yuchun stood at attention.

Zhu Yong then looked at Li Wenzhong and Xin Dazui: "Your tasks remain the same, but the priority has been adjusted."

"The cleanup of Manila continues to accelerate, with some manpower and resources being redeployed to immigrant areas."

"Now that the house has been cleaned, it's time to invite the new owner to move in."

"Tell those who are willing to immigrate that once they go there, they will be superior to others, with estates, Filipino maids, and everything else they could want."

"Yes!" the two replied in unison.

Finally, Zhu Yong looked at Li Hu:

"Your task is the most complex."

"First, the restoration of Pearl Harbor must continue, but the focus should shift from restoring the oil depots to restoring the docks and piers. We need space to install the equipment that has been exchanged."

"Second, we can organize technical personnel to learn how to operate and maintain these new devices, and select suitable people from among the prisoners for conversion."

"Third, prepare for the Bald Eagle homeland landing operation."

"Our current presence on the West Coast is far from sufficient. We must open a second front on the East Coast, and only the Pacific Fleet can accomplish this."

"Rest assured, as long as we have enough fuel, landing on the east coast will be a piece of cake."

"Okay, I'll give you plenty of fuel in two weeks. I hope you won't let me down!"

"yes!"

"Now, do you have any more questions?" Zhu Yong asked, looking at everyone.

After a brief silence, Zhu Wenzheng raised his hand.

"My Lord, I have an idea."

Zhu Wenzheng said, "Since the system shop can exchange for anything... why don't we just exchange for atomic bombs? One bomb would break through any defense line, why bother with all this trouble?"

This is a very pointed question.

Everyone looked at Zhu Yong.

Zhu Yong remained silent for a few seconds before reopening the system light screen.

He quickly navigated to the "Strategic Weapons" subcategory under the "Weapons" category.

The light screen displays:

[Little Boy Atomic Bomb (Uranium Bomb): 100000000 Kill Points]

Everyone's eyes widened, and Zhu Wenzheng gasped in shock.

"One hundred million kill points..."

Li Wenzhong murmured, "That's equivalent to fifty million lives..."

Zhu Yong turned off the light screen: "Moreover, the atomic bomb is not a panacea."

"First, it destroys everything, including the resources, factories, and infrastructure we need."

"Secondly, it will produce radiation, rendering the land unusable for decades, but our immigrants cannot wait that long."

"I don't want the world to become a wasteland."

He stood up and walked to the world map: "What we want is not ruins, but a complete world."

"A world that we have purified, and which is now ruled by the Chinese."

"The atomic bomb can be used as a last resort, but it should never be the first choice."

Zhu Wenzheng lowered his head: "I understand, Your Excellency."

"alright."

Zhu Yong returned to his seat. "If there are no other questions, the meeting is adjourned."

"As for the war on the Bald Eagle's home turf, I will personally communicate with Jagu, and this is our focus going forward."

"Yes!" the seven clones responded in unison, and then quickly left.

The meeting room fell silent again.

Zhu Yong sat alone in the main seat, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

The system store... this is indeed the best answer to the current predicament.

But this also means that their demand for kill points will increase exponentially.

Ten million kills for equipment, one hundred million for an atomic bomb...

"Not enough," he muttered to himself. "Not enough killing."