Chapter 98: The Recapture of Tianjin (3)

As the sky was reclaimed by the Special Committee, unmanned drones soared across the globe, continuously launching satellites and space stations into orbit like throwing potatoes. Combined with the assistance of surviving agents dispatched by China to various regions before the apocalypse, they gradually pieced together the situation of each country since the end of the world, bringing clarity to the global landscape.

Before the apocalypse, the United States was the sole superpower, while China steadfastly refused to acknowledge itself as a developed country, determined to remain classified as a developing nation.

The United States was the most technologically advanced country before the apocalypse, largely due to its effective talent management system that attracted the best minds worldwide. What often went unnoticed was that America’s education system had deteriorated over decades, causing serious issues in domestic talent cultivation.

This problem was masked in peacetime because talents from all over the world worked diligently for them.

However, the United States remained a predominantly white nation. When the apocalyptic crisis erupted, the ethnic psychology became unavoidable. It was just like when only Commander Liu was left in the room; suddenly, Li Fengyi began frantically rummaging through the table, scattering documents everywhere, even on the floor, and found an electronic calculator.

Li Fengyi placed the report before him and, reading it, fumbled anxiously with the calculator buttons.

“Damn it,” he muttered angrily, “One hundred twenty million rounds of bullets, 1.8 million artillery shells, and only 1.2 million zombies eliminated?!”

Commander Liu didn’t catch the exact words but saw Li’s rising anger and wisely refrained from speaking, knowing that speaking out in a rage could make him a target.

With a snap, Li Fengyi crushed the calculator in his fury. He threw it aside and rushed into the next room, ignoring curious stares, searching thoroughly before returning with several calculators.

After pressing the buttons again and breaking three or four calculators, Li raised his voice, “One hundred rounds of machine gun bullets, one and a half artillery shells to kill a single zombie?”

“Ah?!” He was utterly enraged, cursing, “How many days has he been in charge? Falsifying supply reports? Huh?!”

Only then did Commander Liu understand the source of Li’s anger. He calmly picked up the discarded calculator, placed it on the table, and said deliberately, “This is quite normal.”

“Hm?” Li Fengyi began pondering the relationship between Li Qiang and Commander Liu’s army.

“You kid,” Commander Liu, experienced and sharp, joked, “Back in the Anti-Japanese War, around 1942, our village militia captain said it took over twenty bullets from the main forces to kill a single Japanese soldier. That was after firing a few shots, then throwing grenades, and finally engaging in bayonet combat, with the result of stabbing with red tassel spears.”

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