In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

"receive."

Su Ran parted his thin lips slightly, his five fingers clenched in the air, and uttered a single word.

"boom!"

The ground trembled violently.

The millions of tons of liquid crude oil buried deep underground were cut off by an invisible giant mouth and all disappeared into the void.

Within the space.

In the midst of nothingness, a floating black ocean appeared out of thin air.

ten minutes.

The tremors subsided. The yellow sand slowly fell from the sky.

The main valve of the Ghavar oil field completely collapsed, turning the underground pipeline network within a radius of ten miles into a desolate wasteland.

The Gulf region's proudest energy heart has been completely drained.

"Well done."

Ye Xiao, who was standing guard at the edge of the deep pit, sheathed his Tang sword.

He stood on a section of a broken oil pump wreckage, his face full of astonishment.

"Brother Su, these rich dogs with nothing on their heads, even if the apocalypse ends, they'll be stripped bare."

He grinned, his smile unusually villainous.

"This amount of fuel should be enough to power our armored forces for centuries, right?"

Su Ran straightened up; the massive amount of data collection had made his face somewhat pale.

He didn't answer, but instead made a clenching motion in the air, and several crystal-clear second-tier crystal cores appeared in his palm.

The energy surged from his palm into his limbs and bones, where it was completely absorbed, and his pale face regained a rosy hue.

He raised his wrist, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the countdown on the tactical terminal.

"I wouldn't dare say centuries, but ten years should be enough."

Su Ran's voice was cold and clear, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Ye Xiao was stunned. "Just ten years?"

"You have absolutely no concept of the costs of sending tens of millions of troops from the Great Xia Dynasty to fight abroad."

Su Ran turned her head, her gaze sweeping across the wasteland.

"Completely organized heavy armored divisions, logistics transport lines stretching for thousands of kilometers, and military production capacity operating around the clock to support the front lines..."

Once the war machine is running at full capacity, the amount of fuel it burns every day is astronomical.

The future situation will only become more and more dire. I must use the most ruthless methods to drain the world's resources and build an invincible barrier.

After saying that, Su Ran turned around and strode towards the Xuan Nu fighter jet hovering at low altitude.

"Time is running out. There are less than 24 hours left before the expedition is scheduled to begin."

"Let's go. Let's move to another place. Let's go on a shopping spree!"

A fervent light ignited in Ye Xiao's eyes.

"Alright!"

The white deer lightly touched the ground with its toes and leaped gracefully into the cabin.

"What's the next target?"

Her cool voice rang out in the cabin.

"The Americas. The Midwestern Great Plains. The United States' sixth strategic grain reserve."

Su Ran sat in the main seat, pulled down the safety lever, and the Xuan Nu fighter jet soared into the sky.

……

Thousands of miles away.

The highest-level operations conference room at the Daxia Kunlun base was locked.

On both sides of the long table, generals and leaders of the highest levels of the military and political power of the Great Xia Dynasty were all present.

Li Guodong pulled up the encrypted file that Su Ran had just sent back, and with a light swipe of his finger, several images were projected into the air.

The scene clearly shows the meat grinder-like frenzy in the ruins square of John's Kingdom, and Prime Minister Boris Johnson's obsequious gesture as he hands over the access key in the underground fortress.

"Gentlemen, that's the situation."

Li Guodong glanced around the long table, his voice deep and powerful.

"Xiao Su's actions are extremely efficient. All resource points in John's Kingdom have been taken over. From today onwards, on the map of Blue Star, Great Xia is no longer fighting alone."

We now have our first nominal ally, and our first overseas bridgehead radiating outwards into the European continent.

A murmur rippled through the meeting room.

Sitting on the left, Qian Liye, the director of the Logistics and Equipment Department, stared at the screen and let out an undisguised sneer.

"Allies? Director Li, you're giving these Onsa descendants far too much credit with that word."

Qian Liye spoke, his rough voice ringing out.

"The total number of people who have survived in the Kingdom of John is less than four million at most!"

Aside from the elderly, women, children, and logistics personnel, how many able-bodied young men are actually capable of picking up a gun and going to the battlefield?

Let's say he numbers 500,000. If you threw those 500,000 people into the hundreds of millions of zombies in Europe, they wouldn't even make a ripple.

He pointed to the edge of the table and presented the real-world problems in a clear and logical manner.

"They're afraid to die in close combat, and they lack firepower to wear you down at long range."

If we want them to sweep across the European continent, we must arm them.

Conventional gunpowder weapons couldn't penetrate the defenses of high-level mutants, so in the end, Great Xia had to airlift a batch of crystal core weapons across the ocean.

"Giving them the finished product is fine, but we can't leave them out of the core blueprints, not even a single punctuation mark! We must weld the technical barriers to these people shut!"

A white-haired technocrat added in a cold voice.

"The Anssa people have the ingrained piracy instincts! Once the war is over, their wickedness will be exposed. Those who are not of our kind cannot be tamed!"

"The problem isn't just the equipment. The real mess is the class conflict within this group."

Sun Desheng chimed in, casually pulling up another briefing.

"To quell the anger of the surface survivors, Boris put all the former council members out as scapegoats and had them hanged."

This approach only treats the symptoms, not the root cause!

The hatred between the beneficiaries of the underground shelters and the civilians who survive on the surface runs deep.

If we actually distribute the weapons and handle the situation poorly, before they can even cooperate with the Great Xia in clearing out Europe, we'll be the first to start a full-scale civil war.

"How could we possibly have the energy to act as their police officers?"

Several directors argued their case, and the conference room was filled with the sound of banging on the table.

As everyone chimed in, the argument in the meeting room gradually escalated.

Some advocated for strict military control, while others suggested allowing internal strife to fester.

"Bang."

The leader tapped his knuckles on the table.

The argument came to an abrupt halt, and everyone instantly straightened their backs.

"How to govern and transform the Kingdom of John is not something we should be worrying about today."

The leader's gaze was calm and unwavering as he surveyed the entire room.

"In a few days, the Kunlun base will send a group of veteran political commissars and discipline commissioners to London."

The Great Xia has plenty of ways to teach them how to be obedient subjects.

The holographic sand table lit up in the center of the conference table.

Crimson patches covered all the continents of the blue planet, with only the eastern rooster-shaped map shimmering with dazzling azure.

"We have gathered everyone here today to discuss only one thing—the Great Xia army's cross-border combat plan."