My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

The next day.

Just after seven o'clock in the morning, the piercing alarm clock rang.

Sudben yawned three times in a row, rubbed his sore eyes and got up from the bed, pressing the alarm clock.

Throughout the winter, three battles on the front line consumed a large amount of supplies, resulting in huge logistical pressure.

Now that a large amount of scarce supplies have arrived at the front line in the beginning of spring, the commanders have reached a rare agreement and opened their supply stores to supply the army with free consumption throughout the night.

As long as there is no waste and everyone eats with open stomach, the logistics department will be responsible for all the bills.

Therefore, in addition to the necessary precautions, other people were in high spirits from six o'clock in the evening until two o'clock in the night, and then gradually dispersed, everyone's bellies were full of food, and their faces were numb from laughter.

Those invisible pressures seemed to be completely released with this meal.

The body and mind are baptized, and the soul is sublimated.

According to incomplete statistics, 90% of the pre-made dishes shipped from Tianyuan Territory were consumed in just one night, leaving only a few sweet and savory dishes left.

In addition, tens of millions of kilograms of rice were consumed, once again refreshing humankind's understanding of how much food a route rider can eat.

"Not enough sleep, not enough sleep at all!"

After staying for a while, Su Deben finally cheered up and sat up straight, leaning on the head of the bed.

When the Butterfly Civilization was still there, at his strongest he could only command an expeditionary force of 700,000 people.

But now, the central army alone has reached a terrifying 950,000 people.

Not only Su Deben himself was in a daze, but Lu Kuan, Ai Jianfeng and others behind him were also amazed. They had no idea that these old antiques could regain their second youth after hundreds of years.

But one thing is true, Sudeben's ability has indeed been affirmed.

On modern earth, there is really no one among the humans who have traveled through time who has commanded large-scale wars on the ground like him.

Before the three battles in winter, everyone was talking on paper and could not implement it at all.

It was Su Deben who single-handedly led mankind to complete the comeback, and it is normal for him to be respected now.

Shaking his head, he shook these reveries out of his head.

Sudben picked up the tablet on the bed, leaned on the head of the bed and started refreshing the new messages from last night to now.

After getting through the most difficult days in the early days, mankind has become more and more stable on the road to technological recovery, and many times no longer rely on the many functions provided by games.

For example, this tablet is an information communication tool specially developed for frontline operations by the strategic department, which mobilizes a large amount of manpower and material resources.

[‘Tianyuan’’ second wave of supplies in spring is being transported and is expected to arrive at the frontline checkpoint in three to five days]

[A fire broke out at Camp No. 61 at 4 o'clock in the night. It was suspected to be a battery short circuit. The fire has been successfully extinguished. There were no casualties and some materials were lost.]

[The New Year recruitment is underway smoothly. More than 500,000 recruits have been recruited so far, and the first batch of 100,000 will arrive at the front line within half a month.]

【...】

As the commander-in-chief of the Central Army, Sudben's authority has reached the highest level and he can see all information.

But precisely because of this, it takes a lot of time to sift through and read this complex information every day.

After flipping through the page of news, Sudben was about to click on the next page.

A video call application pops up on the tablet.

"Feng Long?" Su Deben sat up slightly and clicked to answer the call.

"What's wrong? Why are you calling me so early in the morning?"

"That's a good thing, Commander."

On the other side of the camera, Feng Long is standing on top of an off-road vehicle. In the background are guard towers spaced one kilometer apart outside the level.

"Our gifts were taken away. I had someone count them and found that a total of twenty-four boxes were taken away."

"so much?"

Sudeben raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

"Where's the pinhole camera? Did you capture the person who took the box away, was it a human or a foreigner?"

"Of course it was photographed, otherwise how could it be considered a good thing?"

Feng Long smiled, clicking his fingers on the tablet, and soon the video screenshots were sent to Su Deben one by one.

Despite the dark background, the infrared camera captured thirty-seven humans.

"Except for this group, which is a three-person operation, the others are in groups of two."

Su Deben pondered for a moment and gave the order.

"Have someone repair these images and send them back to the rear for identification, so as to determine their identities as soon as possible."

Feng Long nodded, saluted with a military salute and said, "The people who can attract foreigners are definitely not ordinary people. I will investigate clearly as soon as possible and carry out the next round of plans."

The video hangs up.

There was a tacit understanding that neither of them mentioned the poison hidden in these gifts.

This low-profile method is a lottery. Naturally, everyone will be happy if they win, but it doesn't matter if they don't.

The real killer move is always a conspiracy that people cannot resist.

Just like the picture captured by the infrared camera.

As long as the identities of these rapists can be determined, the next thing to do is simple.

Any commander who is pulled out of the level can rape and kill these people whose identities are exposed a hundred times.

"On the battlefield, there is no such thing as giving you two months of rest and then having you come back to take over everything."

"If you fall behind one step, you will be beaten."

"Ten steps behind will cost you your life."

Now the number of soldiers mobilized by both sides on the front line has reached tens of millions. It is expected that this scale will increase several times during the decisive battle, reaching at least about 30 million.

Looking at the history of mankind on earth, the largest scale of World War II did not have such an exaggerated scale of local wars.

If these people who have defected to the alien races recognize the situation and run away in disgrace, it will be fine.

But if they hold the idea of ​​turning the tide, then reality will definitely teach them a lesson.

"Well, let these clowns who can't stand up to the stage die in their own fear."

After thinking about it, Su Deben sneered and quickly put this little thing behind him.

There are only three months left before the end of the first gambling fight. During this period, humans and aliens will inevitably have a large-scale battle until the gambling fight is officially over.

If humans can win this war, and then cooperate with the overall situation of winning the gambling fight, it is possible that they can completely repel the offensive of the alien race.

Once the drums are strong, then the second is weak, and the third is exhausted.

By then, it will be difficult for the alien race to organize a threatening counterattack!

...

Time is sometimes like a slowly crawling snail, so slow that it makes people anxious.

Sometimes it is like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins, galloping past, catching people off guard.

In a blink of an eye, one week, two weeks...

One month, two months, three months...

When Su Mo got out of his busy schedule, there was only one month left before the gambling fight ended.

"I didn't notice that this gambling fight was about to end. It was even easier than the battle of Wanjing!"

The second expansion of the megalithic temple had not yet been opened to ordinary residents. Su Mo sat on a bench at the entrance of the temple and sighed.

It was difficult to make a tribe with a population of just 200,000 people undergo earth-shaking changes in three months.

The Yun tribe was still the same Yun tribe, with only more than 2,000 standard houses that were nothing new.

There was still not much attention paid to the 37th crack. Only a few people knew that a powerful tribe was born here, but no one knew that an eighth-level priest was born here.

After all, the world of faith was set up completely according to the wasteland outside. Even if humans could only survive in the cracks, it would take nearly two years to walk from the 37th crack to the 108th crack.

Those who have the ability do not have the leisure time.

Those who have the time do not have the ability.

Therefore, the information transmission in the faith world is very closed, so that the tribes in the first few cracks are still in civil strife.

However, looking back on the past three months, it was indeed busy, but also fulfilling.

The disappearance of the second major event crack gave the Fire Fist Tribe the opportunity to develop vigorously. It plundered tens of thousands of people in one fell swoop and became the largest in the 37th crack.

The high priest Thomas, who sits in the Fire Fist, has reached the level of the eighth-level holy priest with the help of the divine art.

And among the many priests who joined later, there are also six people who broke through the category of high priests and successively promoted to holy priests.

The highest level at present is the former high priest of the Fire Feather Tribe ‘Borna’.

This smart man who decided to surrender as soon as he came to the Fire Fist Tribe is now a seventh-level holy priest.

Not long ago, this guy was quite restless and took people back to his mother tribe ‘Huohong Tribe’ and traded more than a dozen high-level divine arts.

Su Mo didn’t know exactly how the transaction was made, but Thomas said that the Huohong Tribe had been removed from the map.

He is a ruthless person.

Su Mo has decided that after he leaves the world of faith.

Thomas is responsible for the interior, and Borna is responsible for the exterior. The two of them can work together to keep the Fire Fist Tribe worry-free for at least ten years.

In addition, although the third major event, the "Faith Mark", has not ended, it is not much different from the end.

It's a bit funny to say that the Faith Mark will open a small map for players entering the gambling fight.

As long as the players gather faith, they will be marked on this map and then seen by other players.

But what is the use of the mark?

Maybe the people who designed the gambling fight world thought so at first. If the aliens can follow their involved rhythm and develop steadily to the present, they will definitely be able to lead humans by a large margin.

At this time, they only need to open the Faith Mark, and the aliens can calmly hunt human camp players.

But they seem to have forgotten one thing.

The world of faith is designed completely according to the map of the wasteland world.

Even if the cracks are adjacent to each other, if you want to go from the 37th crack to the 108th crack, there is still a long distance of more than 20,000 kilometers in between.

Even if we drive, it will take at least two months to arrive, not to mention taking an army with us.

Therefore, the Fire Fist Tribe has not encountered a sniper attack until now.

Moreover, when we open the map, the Fire Fist Tribe's mark light spot is now as large as half of the map, covering nearly thirty cracks.

In comparison, even the brightest mark light spots of other alien races are less than one percent of the current size of the Fire Fist.

What can we use to fight?

Not surrendering immediately is already a sign of the courage of these alien races!

"The first gambling fight was successfully won, which basically confirms that the alien race has failed. I will not give them a chance to win me in the second gambling fight. On the contrary, they will not drag it out until the end of the second gambling fight."

"Now the alien races want to decide the winner, there is only one way to go, that is to win the wasteland war."

"But if more than a billion humans line up to go to the front line, they can easily drag it out until the end of the second gambling fight."

There is still a month before the gambling fight ends.

However, Su Mo can't wait to go out and want to know how far the war outside has progressed.

But the rules are the rules, and the gambling world will not end until the last moment.

"So, we can't stop now, and continue to make more preparations."

Su Mo took a break and then threw himself into the finishing work of the Fire Fist Tribe with full enthusiasm.

With only one month left, he pushed all the routine work on hand and handed it over to Huang Xiangyu to handle.

This little man who had been loyal to him from the beginning is now a fourth-level high priest.

After he leaves, he will also become the next chief of the Fire Fist Tribe.

"Chief, you should consider the marriage issue immediately. You can't let the position of the young chief remain vacant, right?"

Huang Xiangyu, who came to take over, had no complaints, but reminded solemnly before leaving.

"I heard that asking for marriage from the giant stone god is particularly effective. Do you need me to help you ask for marriage?"

"Ahem..."

Su Mo didn't swallow a mouthful of water and coughed repeatedly because of choking.

How long has it been since he settled down? How can he focus on these love affairs?

But from some perspectives, what Huang Xiangyu said is not wrong.

In addition to faith, residents need to get a sense of security from more places.

Especially now that the scale of the Fire Fist Tribe is getting bigger and bigger, the importance of inheritance is also increasing invisibly.

And a patriarch without inheritance naturally cannot bring them much sense of security.

"Hehe, after I leave, I'll leave this to you to solve."

Su Mo thought so in his heart, waved his hand, slumped down on the chair and squinted his eyes.

Seeing his lazy look, Huang Xiangyu shook his head helplessly and left without saying anything.

The patriarch is the patriarch, let alone him, even if the Thomas priest came, he couldn't persuade him.

Anyway, the Fire Fist Tribe is strong now, even if it faces those super tribes, there is nothing to fear.

Until the sound of the door closing sounded, Su Mo opened his eyes and stretched.

He stood up, took a step, and took the unfinished book from the bookshelf to continue writing.

The content is not complicated, basically it is the research and analysis of the divine organ.

Before, he planned to bring Wang Qi's wish back to the wasteland for research, but after thinking about it, wouldn't the faith world be more suitable?

The humans here have completely mastered the divine power, and there are not too many external threats.

Start research now, and when he completely gets the authority of the Giant Mountain Star Domain, he can come back at any time and take away all the research results.

"Speaking of this, I wonder how the Future Ruins are developing..."

According to the plane scale of the Giant Stone Star Domain, one year in the main plane is equivalent to ten years in the Future Ruins.

Calculating the time, two years and three months have passed, and twenty-three years have passed in the Future Ruins.

If I can go back to the Future Ruins, I will surely gain a lot of resources and technology accumulation.

Wait.

Su Mo leaned on the pen, thought for a while, and suddenly found that he seemed to be no longer a young man.

For the Earth humans who traveled here, three years and nine months have passed.

But for him, one year in the Deep Sea Ruins, three years in the Future Ruins, twenty years in the Asynchronous Space, and one year in the Gambling Space.

Adding more than two years in the Wasteland, he is now a legitimate 55-year-old man.

As the saying goes, fifty years old know the destiny.

"My destiny..."

Su Mo couldn't help laughing.

Fight on, Lao Su, it's not time for you to rest yet!

...

This is a tool specially made by humans for frontline operations.

Last night's meeting lasted until three in the morning. If it weren't for most

Since becoming the commander-in-chief of the frontline checkpoint, there are countless meetings of all sizes to preside over every day.