The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Upon hearing this news, the representatives of the various uprising organizations at the conference were immediately filled with apprehension.

"How can we fight this battle? We are professionals, and we need professional resources! Without resources, while the enemy keeps coming, our strength will dwindle, and we will surely be defeated!"

"Those at the Divine Transformation level and above are already inferior to the Federation. Now, those below the Divine Transformation level will be unable to withstand the attack due to resource shortages. If everyone is ineffective, won't the army collapse like a house of cards?"

"Is it too late to escape to Mars?"

The news brought back by Wang Miao made the morale of the troops extremely unstable.

Zero frowned, pondering how to deal with this situation.

Song Gua stood up and smiled calmly.

"Everyone, don't worry, all battle plans remain unchanged."

Someone asked, still worried.

"Shouldn't we reduce the intensity of the war and conserve our resources?"

Song Guadao.

"The war won't last too long. We should have enough resources at the moment. If not, the warehouses of those powerful families in the rear of the Federation still have plenty."

The second half of the sentence is understandable to everyone.

The bandits are going to rob the rich again.

But what about the first half of the sentence?

"Song Gua, how can you be so sure the war won't last long?"

Song Gua's eyes were deep and profound.

"They need population, and war will rapidly reduce population, so the current global war situation will not last long, and they will want the war to end even more than we do."

After the global monsters disappeared.

It still had a significant impact on the rebel army.

Although Song Gua did not issue an order to conserve resources, nor did he decide to change the battle plan.

But on the battlefield, a particular soldier will still unconsciously want to conserve supplies.

Pay close attention to equipment durability at all times, pull out old guides that haven't been used in years, and look for strategies to slow down equipment durability loss.

During battle, never use health potions unless your health is dangerously low, never use mana potions unless your mana is depleted, and save all kinds of buff potions as much as possible.

Other consumables and materials for deploying positions also saw a reduction in quantity when they were actually needed.

Meanwhile, in the federal government, not only did everything remain the same, but it was even more lavish than before.

It is evident that the overall quality of equipment used by the Federation's main forces has been significantly improved.

The combat power of the opposing side has increased and decreased due to the resources available.

For a period of time after the global fog cleared, the insurgents faced extremely difficult battles.

Many cities that had already been occupied were taken back by the Federation.

The Federation achieved victory after victory, while the rebels suffered repeated defeats.

"Hahaha! These traitors, without their resource acquisition channels, are helpless now, aren't they?"

"I heard they wanted to seize our supplies on the battlefield, but because they were reluctant to use their own resources and their equipment couldn't keep up, we turned the tables and seized their supplies instead! It's laughable!"

"I have to say, the Twelve Ancestors' move is really powerful. I don't know how they did it, to make the entire professional system in the world disappear and return it to the way it was in the Common Era."

"You know what, the world without the fog actually looks quite refreshing."

Behind the battlefield, a supply transport army was escorting several key warehouses to the front lines.

These professionals who follow the Federation have recently been remarking that they have never fought such a lucrative war.

All supplies were taken care of by the higher-ups, and all kinds of props were available for free use. Equipment that we couldn't afford before could be worn freely.

Having experienced the overwhelming sense of superiority brought by numbers and wealth, they are now addicted to this feeling.

The more military merits one accumulates, the more prestige the Twelve Ancestors bestow, and the more resources one can exchange for. Like a snowball rolling downhill, this not only expands the Federation's advantage in the war but also empowers many of its members.

This action surprisingly fostered a degree of cohesion within the Federation, albeit one based on shared interests.

The two army commanders, commander and deputy commander, rode their horses, chatting and laughing as they traveled.

"Commander Zhang, you must have made quite a bit of money this time, right? Now all the military merits are being reported and redeemed. You're the top commander in our army. Didn't you manage to skim some off these five warehouses?"

The man, referred to as Commander Zhang, said with a smile.

"These days, who knows what tomorrow will bring? It's always good to be prepared, isn't it?"

"A share for those who see it?"

"Alright, let's have a meeting tonight, brothers, and I'll distribute the reputation points among you."

"Commander Zhang is truly impressive!"

As he spoke, Commander Zhang took out a hood with a five-pointed star on it from his backpack and put it on.

"Hey? Commander Zhang, what are you doing wearing that? It's taboo! This isn't fashionable for cosplay anymore!"

Brother Wu chuckled.

"We've arrived. It's time to send you on your way."

At this moment, the army transporting supplies had just arrived at the entrance to a mountain pass.

As soon as Brother Wu finished speaking, he opened his arms, and a large amount of white mist burst out from his body, quickly spreading throughout the entire army.

For a time, the eyes of all the professionals in the entire army were blinded by a thick white fog, and they could see nothing.

At the same time, a large group of bandits rushed out from the hills on both sides and immediately used their skills to wipe out the area.

Deprived of their sight, the crowd was powerless to resist and fell one after another to the bandits' attack.

The deputy commander was over eighty years old and had some strength. After withstanding several waves of attacks, he was still able to barely survive.

"Commander Zhang, I... I never imagined you were a bandit?!"

Brother Mist transformed into a cloud of white mist, using the mist to change his face.

He could transform into Guangzu one moment, Huanzu the next, the head of the cooking squad who prepared meals for the entire army last night, or even the head of the women's troupe who visited the army.

"Deputy Commander, do you think I've improved quickly?"

Deputy Commander: "..."

Subsequently, the deputy commander was killed by another round of long-range attacks from the bandits.

"The enemy has been completely wiped out!"

"Squads one and two, keep watch! Squads three and four, clean up the battlefield!"

"Hey Fog Bro, hurry up and give these warehouses some disguise... Stop messing around with your crappy abilities!"

The bandits were extremely skilled.

Their skill is so adept it's heartbreaking.

But this time, things didn't go so smoothly.

Once items are stored in the core warehouse, they cannot be put into a professional's backpack.

After each successful robbery, the bandits would find a safe place, divide up the valuables in the warehouse, and pack them into their backpacks.

The remaining supplies will go to two places.

First, notify Brother Huozi that he has brought the core of the gathering to merge.

Second, if conditions permit, that is, if the pursuers above the Divine Transformation level do not come, then let Song Gua slowly send the supplies to the warehouses of the uprising alliance in batches through position exchange and clone retrieval.

But today, just as we succeeded, our pursuers arrived.

And these weren't ordinary pursuers.

Guangzu!

"Whoosh!"

A golden light streaked across the sky, swept away into the distance, and then turned back again in the far distance, arriving at this mountain pass.

"Well... bandits, I've finally caught you."

Brother Wu was terrified.

"Damn! How come the Twelve Ancestors arrived so quickly today?"

Guangzu sneered.

"Well...why don't you take a look at what's in these warehouses?"

Some bandits opened the five captured core warehouses and took a look.

"It's all empty! We've fallen for their trap!"