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

Qian Liye looked at Zhang Xiao and continued speaking.

"The consumption of cold-weather supplies has tripled. Soldiers on the northern front have to wear two layers of cold-weather clothing to avoid frostbite."

If the battle lines continue to stretch, logistical pressures will directly cripple existing industrial production lines.

He suddenly grabbed the thick stack of documents in front of him and slammed them onto the table.

"We're protecting the mouths of 1.1 billion people down here! 1.1 billion underground survivors need to eat, drink, and get heating every day!"

This is only the early stages of winter. When the real winter hits next month, how will you defend those frontline outposts?

"If we can't hold the front lines, no matter how well-fed we are in the rear, people will still die!" Zhang Xiao retorted.

The two were locked in a fierce confrontation, the atmosphere thick with tension.

Old Wang from the Population Bureau pushed up his thick glasses, sighed heavily, and interrupted the argument.

"Let me add some information about the current population pressure in Great Xia..."

He opened the notebook in his hand, his voice hoarse.

"The 1.1 billion people in the Daxia control zone are relatively stable in their emotions."

However, the pressure to resettle disabled veterans is increasing.

The prosthetic body assembly plant is working day and night, but there's still no waiting list.

A brief silence fell over the entire room.

The massive war machine of Great Xia is operating at overload.

Everyone understood that if they stubbornly resisted the onslaught of third-tier monsters and continued the war of attrition, even the Great Xia would eventually be worn down.

"Bang!"

Zhang Xiao slammed his hand on the table, making the white porcelain teacup rattle.

"Retreat? Where to retreat to?"

He stood up and pointed to the global situation map on the wall.

"Behind us are 1.1 billion ordinary people!"

Old Qian, if we don't have enough supplies, you and your men should work overtime to build more!

Old Wang, after the wounded soldier comes down, he gets a prosthetic leg fitted and goes to the arsenal to tighten screws!

No one can be idle!

Zhang Xiao walked to the screen and forcefully poked his finger into the red danger zone.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand Tier 3 monsters!"

They evolved in volcanic ash, their skin becoming thicker and their bones harder.

If the infantry regiment is wiped out, then bring in heavy artillery! Use all the conventional missiles in stock to bombard the enemy.

If you can't penetrate bone armor, then use sheer force! The military only has one option.

Zhang Xiao turned around and looked at everyone.

"Build your defenses on the corpses of monsters."

Li Guodong frowned, opened the intelligence folder in his hand, and retorted in a deep voice.

"Old Zhang, calm down."

If we really deplete our missile stockpile, what will we use to deal with king-level creatures of tier four or higher?

Are we really going to rely solely on nuclear weapons to destroy each other?

The officials from all sides refused to yield!

The leader put down his teacup, making a crisp sound that instantly silenced the meeting room.

He looked at Su Ran.

"What did the Awakened Headquarters say?"

Su Ran stood up.

Instead of looking at the devastating battle reports on the big screen, he slammed the physical documents in his hand onto the center of the conference table.

"If we just hold on to our defenses, they will eventually be worn down."

"No matter how much blood the Great Xia possesses, it cannot withstand the consumption of 250,000 Tier 3 monsters."

Su Ran's gaze was sharp as she stared directly at Zhang Xiao.

"General Zhang, the military doesn't need to retreat, and civilian supplies don't need to be stopped. The Awakened Headquarters also has a plan."

Mo Yun immediately stepped forward and distributed the documents to the officers present.

Zhang Xiao turned to the title page, his brows instantly furrowing into a deep knot.

"Is the ban on hunting people overseas being lifted?"

He read the title out slowly and deliberately, then suddenly looked up.

"Xiao Su, are you going to distribute crystal energy weapons indiscriminately to civilian survivors around the world?"

"It's not 'issue,' it's 'change.'"

Su Ran placed her hands on the table, her voice icy and chilling.

"The Great Xia Armory is now fully open to the public. Open to the world, regardless of nationality or camp."

A Tier 2 Crystal Energy Rifle, with a clearly marked price, worth risking your life for.

The crystal cores of third-tier mutated beasts can be exchanged for guns, cannons, clean food, and high-grade antibiotics.

"absurd!"

Qian Liye pointed at the document and loudly retorted,

"Ordinary people lack tactical skills and cannot form an effective combat force even when given heavy firepower."

Besides, where would they get crystal core weapons to give them?