“Exactly one hundred and twenty combat personnel, and nearly two hundred in logistics. Additionally, we have seven usable helicopters and two fighter jets… the rest are still under repair. However, given our current lack of pilots, even if we could fix them, they wouldn’t be of much use…”
In the Meeting Room, Zhang Yu read from a report he was holding. Sitting in front of him were all the senior management of the Second Camp, along with Ling Mo and his group. Notably absent were Wang Lin and Old Zheng. In fact, upon arriving at the Second Camp, Old Zheng was eager to find a way to contact his own camp. While Wang Lin was quite interested in these chaos-inducing activities, she was still a member of the Central Region Camp, making her unsuitable for participating in certain occasions.
“… So, from an overall combat capability standpoint, we’re certainly weaker than Falcon. However, we do possess a transportation advantage they lack. From this perspective, the likelihood of them taking direct action against us is relatively low. As for everyone’s concerns about the resource war…” Zhang Yu then turned to Ling Mo, “I think it’s more appropriate for you, Ling-Ge, to address that.”
“Ahem…”
But just as Ling Mo stood up, a dark-skinned Fatty slammed his hand on the table and burst out, “What nonsense is this? We’ve been gathered here since early morning, not to listen to more talk about grand plans. We just want to know, what’s the point of such an unplanned action? We’re totally unprepared; how long can we hold out against Falcon? Don’t blame me for being blunt, but we’re the ones on the front line risking our lives. If we don’t hear something substantive, we’re not buying in!”
“Yeah, this whole thing was way too sudden…”
“Isn’t this reckless action just putting everyone on the grill…”
The room filled with murmurs. Some loudly echoed, “That’s right! We’re not buying in!”
“There has to be an explanation!”
“We came to the camp for a better chance at survival, not to follow you into chaos!”“Hmph!” Xia Na’s eyes turned cold, and she was about to stand with her Scythe in hand when Ling Mo pressed her shoulder to stop her.
These people were different from the members of Falcon. It was precisely because of their presence that the Second Camp could function normally.
To keep a camp orderly, a lot has to be done. Just managing the daily lives of hundreds of people is a tremendous task.
With so many people, it’s perfectly normal to have differences of opinion. Ling Mo glanced from left to right, waiting until everyone gradually quieted down before he spoke loud and clear, “I did act too hastily on this matter.”
The room remained silent, with some people showing a hint of confusion, exchanging puzzled looks.
Did he just admit it?
Most of them were familiar with Ling Mo, and even those who weren’t at least knew who he was.
He wasn’t just the boss’s boss… In fact, his words carried more weight than the boss’s.
The more complicated issues, these people didn’t understand and didn’t need to. For them, knowing that Ling Mo’s words were effective and represented the will of the highest level was enough.
So his words at this moment clearly made them uneasy.
Fatty was about to shout again when Ling Mo continued calmly, “But acting quickly doesn’t mean acting wrongly. I know you’re all waiting for Falcon’s next move, hoping they won’t push too hard and will leave you a way out… To be honest, they will leave you a way out, but besides a few indispensable people, how many of you think you can continue to stay at Second Camp? Once you’re transferred to Falcon, I don’t need to describe what life awaits you there, do I?”
“So what, at least we’ll still be alive!” someone replied sullenly.
More people showed a trace of dissatisfaction. What’s the use of saying this? Pretty words are easy to speak, and these weren’t even pretty words!
Ling Mo continued, seemingly unfazed, “Many of you probably think that as long as you’re alive, that’s all that matters. I’m not here to stop you from thinking that way. But what I want to say is, today I didn’t play by the usual rules just to escape a controlled fate. Even if they weren’t controlling me directly, but the camp I once built with my own hands. Living a life where your fate depends entirely on someone’s whim is truly a miserable existence.”
The crowd fell silent. Although some still wore sarcastic smiles, nobody stepped up to argue.
There was no denying that Ling Mo was speaking the truth…
Those present indeed thought that way. They kept retreating in the hopes that in the end, things would be resolved peacefully.
Falcon wasn’t aiming to wipe out the Second Camp; they probably just wanted more power. Even if that meant becoming puppets, being relocated to Falcon’s headquarters to be monitored, or being sent to dangerous posts, it still seemed preferable to open conflict. Living as long as they had, they feared death even more.
Surviving up to now only to die for such a reason… it was truly disheartening! Many held these thoughts. Even Ling Mo wasn’t immune; he cherished life and wanted to survive just as much…
But surviving isn’t easy. It’s not just about mastering survival skills; it’s about competing with others for limited resources. The Air Force Corps was like this once, and Falcon is today.
So, even if it’s depressing… even if it’s frustrating… this is how it is…
Yuwen Xuan seemed indifferent, while Zhang Yu and others couldn’t help but reveal a look of helplessness.
Ling Mo’s words hit the mark with them too.
“Good, it seems you haven’t completely given up yet, and still want to live with dignity,” Ling Mo nodded suddenly. “Rest assured, I never intended to destroy this place, nor did I intend to plunge you into a resource crisis. Try thinking from another perspective: would I really clash with Falcon without being fully prepared?”
This rhetorical question left everyone momentarily stunned, and then even more intense discussions erupted.
Zhang Yu and the others couldn’t help but smile wryly, thinking to themselves, he just might!
“Falcon can leverage resources to pressure us because they control half of X City and A City, and they have enough arable land. As for us, we actually have the conditions to cultivate land, but we’re hindered by the lack of tools and the inability to transport them via Helicopter. Let’s put this issue aside for now and focus on the current supplies…”
As soon as Ling Mo finished, a young woman stood up with a report in hand and said, “We’ve conducted a new round of inventory overnight. According to the most basic consumption calculations, our supplies can last for a month, and food will also last roughly a month. If Falcon decides to cut off our supplies, they could win in about a month and a half. Scattered gathering won’t meet the needs of over 300 people…”
She spoke quickly and in a serious tone, but after finishing, she seemed unexpectedly nervous and looked at Ling Mo for reassurance.
“You may sit down,” Ling Mo said with a smile, then turned to the anxious senior management, “A month isn’t a lot of time, but for us, it’s enough…”
“Can you secure enough food within a month?” Fatty asked again.
At his question, everyone’s attention turned towards Ling Mo, waiting for his answer.
Ling Mo simply smiled calmly, clenched his fist, and said, “Absolutely.”
The crowd erupted once more, and while some remained skeptical, no one voiced their doubts.
Fatty, however, asked once more, “What if you can’t? If you don’t find the food, what’s your plan then?”
As Ling Mo looked at him, Fatty’s eyes flickered, and he turned his face slightly as he added, “I’m not leaving here. My questions aren’t about allegiance to Falcon but are for the sake of my brothers and me.”
“Then trust me to safeguard this place,” Ling Mo replied.
Fatty moved his lips as if to speak but eventually said nothing and sat back quietly.
The discussions around the room gradually diminished until there was complete silence.
“In one month, I’ll transform this place,” Ling Mo added.
Yuwen Xuan interjected, “Oh, speaking of which, I have a very important suggestion! How about we change the name?”
“Miracle, Miracle Human Survival Base,” Ling Mo replied.
“Creating a miracle… it does have a nice ring to it,” Zhang Yu nodded in agreement, “I was afraid you’d pick a name that would be embarrassing to mention…”
Just then, the door to the Meeting Room suddenly opened.
A guard walked in and announced, “We have guests.”
“Guests? At this time?” Zhang Yu asked in confusion.
But Ling Mo was already rising to his feet, a smile on his face, “They’re here.”
“They? Who?” Yuwen Xuan asked, bewildered.
“Consider them reinforcements,” Ling Mo replied simply.
…
A few minutes later, in the hall of Miracle Base.
An energetic voice came through the door first, “Wow, is this already settled? By the way, will there be any compensation for my running around these past few days…?”
As the door opened, a woman in a tight leather suit, exuding a wild aura, walked in carrying a Machine Gun.
She looked at Ling Mo from a distance and nodded upwards with her chin, “Long time no see, Regimental Commander.”
“Let me make an introduction,” Ling Mo said, turning to the astonished crowd, “This is Lucy from F Team… as for me…”
“You’re still the Regimental Commander of F Team?!”
“Wait, what do you mean you’re from F Team… I must be understanding this wrong!”
“F Team…”
Only Zhang Yu remained calm, “F Team is also reinforcement?”
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