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

"What? Is there something else?"

The leader stopped, his gaze sweeping over the group, his eyebrows slightly raised.

Looking at their stiff sitting posture, his gaze then fell on Qian Liye's face.

"If we're talking about the allocation of production quotas for civilian goods, there's no rush to do that today."

The leader spoke, his tone calm.

"We will have a special discussion in a couple of days."

Data statistical analysis must be done in advance.

The Population and Supply Bureau thoroughly investigated the inventory levels in various regions and submitted a detailed report to the meeting.

Qian Liye pushed up his glasses.

He placed his hands on his thighs, opened his mouth slightly, and looked somewhat frustrated.

"Sir, I...I didn't want to discuss this."

Qian Liye swallowed hard, his voice a little dry.

He did have a lot to say, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to organize them.

This is not objective data on resource allocation; it is subjective confusion.

The atmosphere fell silent again.

Zhang Xiao couldn't stand it any longer and suddenly stood up.

He looked directly at the commander and spoke in a rough voice.

"Sir, Old Qian is such a pedant, he can't hold back his words!"

Zhang Xiao coughed lightly, bluntly revealing the thorn in his heart.

"The few of us who stayed behind were actually curious about one thing."

"explain."

Zhang Xiao pointed to himself, then to his colleagues.

Everyone had a question on their mind.

You've been in seclusion for a full thirty-five days, not seeing anyone, even the official hotline has gone silent.

He spoke extremely fast, his chest heaving violently.

"In the past month, the front lines have become a meat grinder, and nuclear weapons have been used as conventional weapons."

Everyone is holding on by a thread, counting on you to emerge from seclusion and turn the tide.

Zhang Xiao took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the somewhat frail old man.

"We are all very curious about what you have realized during your seclusion."

What will be the solution for Great Xia to break this deadlock?

That's a very serious question.

It can be said that all the expectations and anxieties of the core members of the Great Xia Dynasty were laid bare on the table without reservation.

Li Guodong didn't say anything, but he straightened his back and focused his gaze on the leader.

Old Wang and Director Sun held their breath.

The battle lines were stretched too thin, and the daily list of fallen soldiers was as thick as snowflakes.

While the nuclear explosions may have been satisfying, the shadow of nuclear radiation weighed heavily on everyone.

The emergence of fourth-tier mutated beasts made these battle-hardened veterans feel powerless.

In their subconscious, the leader's absolute silence over the past thirty-five days must be a grand scheme being devised.

Once this game is played, Great Xia will be able to find a direct path to victory in this apocalyptic quagmire.

Time passed second by second.

The leader did not answer immediately.

He took steady steps and slowly walked back to the large conference table.

He pulled out the chair that belonged to the supreme commander and sat down again.

The leader smiled.

However, it wasn't the kind of smile that exuded confidence and mastery; rather, it carried a hint of helplessness.

"A way to break the deadlock?"

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over every face in the room.

Those eyes, which had weathered countless storms, held no hint of the brilliant strategies they expected, only an extreme coldness.

There is no way to break this deadlock.

These six words slammed onto the conference table, making Zhang Xiao's eyelids twitch.

"Sir, this..."

Qian Liye was stunned.

The leader placed the teacup on the table with a soft thud.

Do you think that I can come up with a one-size-fits-all strategy by locking myself in my room for a month?

"Could they possibly come up with a brilliant plan that would wipe out all those monsters without causing any deaths or starvation?"

The old man's voice was not loud, but it had a power that penetrated people's hearts.

"Don't expect an old man like me in my office to come up with a way to save the world."

He raised his hand and pointed to the blood-red lines of fire on the holographic sand table.

"Victories that cannot be achieved on the battlefield will not be of any use no matter how hard you try to figure them out in the office."

The leader looked at Zhang Xiao again, his tone becoming more forceful.

"Strategic simulations can't save the Great Xia!"

Even nuclear bombing can only slow down the monster's advance!

The Yellowstone volcano in North America is about to erupt, and extreme weather will soon affect the entire globe.

Fourth-tier mutated beasts have already appeared ahead of schedule.

He paused for a moment, then laid bare the current predicament, piece by piece, before the group of high-ranking officials of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"This is the reality we face."

This planet is eliminating all the weak in the most violent and unreasonable way!

The leader crossed his arms and placed them on the table.

"Abandon illusions, continue the fight."

He looked at everyone and uttered those eight words, one by one.

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Zhang Xiao stood there, stunned. Old Wang stared, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on Qian Liye's forehead.

They looked at each other in bewilderment.

Everyone felt that the leader had said a lot, but it also seemed like he hadn't said anything at all.

Isn't the Great Xia Dynasty currently engaged in continuous warfare?

They're even fighting on a global scale.

Bloodshed was taking place in all the major war zones, while factories in the rear worked day and night.

Isn't this what battle is all about?

Li Guodong took a deep breath, the eight words replaying in his mind.

Abandon illusions and keep fighting!

This is the core issue.

Suddenly, he understood.

"The commander is right."

Li Guodong spoke in a deep voice, breaking the silence.

Everyone turned to look at him.

Li Guodong stared directly at the sand table.

"Subconsciously, we are still hoping for a miracle."

We hope that Su Ran's infinite space can conjure up more resources, we hope that the Academy of Sciences can overcome all the difficulties of crystal energy weapons tomorrow, we even hope that the leader can come up with a brilliant strategic plan so that we can find the turning point of the war at some point...

Li Guodong paused for a few seconds, his gaze turning fierce.

"This is fantasy."

"The monsters are evolving, and the climate is worsening. Future battles will only be harder to fight than today's."

Every inch of land, every victory, was earned with lives.

Li Guodong looked at Zhang Xiao and said, "There are no shortcuts. There are no miracles. The future will inevitably be a protracted war!"

The leader nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Guodong saw through it all."

He stood up and straightened the lapel of his Zhongshan suit.

He then looked at the group of generals and officials who bore the weight of the nation's fate.

"Great Xia is indeed fighting now. But in your hearts, you still have a way out."

You all think Su Ran is the trump card, the nuclear arsenal is the trump card, and the bunker is the trump card.

The leader walked towards the door of the conference room.

"The true trump card of the Great Xia Dynasty lies in the indomitable will of its 1.4 billion people in the face of dire circumstances."

He stopped in front of the door without turning around.

"In the face of natural disasters, the only way to survive until tomorrow is to kill all the enemies in front of you today."

The old man pushed open the door.

"Return to your posts. Go back to your duties. Meeting adjourned."

The door opened, then slammed shut again.

Only the faint light from the rotating sand table remained in the conference room.

Zhang Xiao slowly sat back down in his chair, his back covered in a layer of cold sweat.

He understood the weight of his leader's words.

"Abandon illusions, continue the fight..."

Zhang Xiao gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Li Guodong also stood up, picked up the enamel teacup, and said.

"Let's call it a day."

Without further ado, the group turned and left the meeting room.