Apocalypse: I rescued the big boss with millions of supplies

Longye stood in that office that was once intact but is now riddled with holes and the walls are covered with shocking cracks. His heavy mood, like the endless night outside the window, made it hard for him to breathe.

His gaze was deep and solemn as he stared intently at the adjutant standing opposite him, reporting in solemn silence, as if trying to etch his unbearable grief and sense of responsibility onto the man.

"Base Commander, according to preliminary statistics, in this fierce siege of the base by the zombie army, we have lost a total of more than 378,000 soldiers and ordinary superhumans."

This also includes many logistics personnel on the front lines, delivering supplies and relief to everyone.

The adjutant’s words were calm and powerful, but every word pierced the heart like a sharp knife. “In addition, more than 735,000 people were seriously injured and have all been rushed to major hospitals in the inner city for emergency treatment. The number of those with minor injuries is as high as one million.”

Upon hearing this, Longye felt a sharp pain in his heart. This number was not just a cold statistical result, but also represented the loss of those vibrant lives in the post-apocalyptic world, and the loss of every bit of strength of the base.

In this era where life and death are interdependent and human resources are extremely precious, such a heavy loss undoubtedly deals a severe blow to the future development of the base.

After a moment, he gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision: "Notify the logistics department to increase the subsidy amount by 10% for the families of those who unfortunately sacrificed their lives in this battle."

According to the base's established policy, the families of martyrs who died in protection missions are entitled to a high subsidy of 10,000 points, which is enough to support an ordinary family to live frugally for nearly five years in a post-apocalyptic world where resources are scarce.

However, Longye knew that no amount of material compensation could bring back the lost lives, much less make up for the immense pain suffered by those broken families.

“Remember,” Longye’s eyes revealed a complex mix of determination and sorrow, “increasing subsidies is not only to comfort the families of the deceased, but also to honor the brave warriors who risked their lives. Their sacrifices must not be wasted.”

We must draw strength from this bloody lesson, making sure every survivor understands that we must cherish life even more and work even harder to protect our homeland, because—this is the best way to remember and pay tribute to them.

At this moment, Longye's thoughts drifted into the distance, recalling the hardships and triumphs in the early stages of the battle, when they almost risked their lives to withstand the frenzied onslaught of the zombie horde with their own flesh and blood.

At this moment, the adjutant hesitated for a moment, thinking of the even more dire situation inside the base, but finally spoke resolutely: "Base commander, the losses caused by this war that has swept through our homeland are extremely heavy. Under the rampage of the zombie king, nearly half of the base's buildings and facilities have been reduced to ruins."

The cost of reconstruction has already skyrocketed to an astronomical figure. And according to the latest compensation assessment, the required amount is far beyond our means; the base's current material reserves and economic situation simply cannot support such a massive expenditure.

The cruelty of the apocalypse was on full display at this moment. Almost all life and production activities came to a standstill. Basic resources and advanced materials were scarce, and everyone was struggling to make ends meet.

This scarcity is not merely material; it deeply wounds the hearts of everyone living on this land.

"In addition, the base hospital is filled with many soldiers who were wounded while fighting bravely on the battlefield."

The adjutant's words were full of respect for these unsung heroes: "They urgently need all kinds of medical supplies and nutritional products to treat and recuperate, but the current predicament makes it difficult for us to move forward."

Upon hearing this, Long Ye's brows furrowed with a mixture of annoyance and determination. He took a deep breath, his gaze sharp: "Do as I say. As for the supplies, immediately issue a notice calling on all wood-type ability users in the base to go to the farm as soon as possible for large-scale planting operations."

To incentivize their efforts, their salaries will be tripled over the next three months!

During this special period, Longye knew that only in this way could people's fighting spirit be aroused.

While high rewards might trigger inflation within the points system, in critical moments of life and death, ensuring survival, treating the wounded, and restoring production are paramount. After all, a generous reward always attracts brave men—a timeless truth.

Under Longye's arrangement, the base was rebuilt in an orderly manner.

Long Yangyang rarely found a moment of leisure amidst her usual busy schedule, and her mood unexpectedly brightened after learning that the two original male and female protagonists, Han Xijun and Lu Qingrou, were hospitalized due to serious injuries.

Although this pleasure did not stem from their misfortunes, the thought that those who had once given her so much trouble would be temporarily unable to cause any more trouble made her feel that the world had suddenly become much quieter.

Long Yangyang sat by the dilapidated window, her dark eyes flashing with deep and complex thoughts. She gently stroked the fruit in her hand, her mind replaying the unbelievable fact: Han Xijun and Lu Qingrou, the male and female protagonists of the original book, had miraculously survived a life-or-death battle with a zombie possessing an eighth-level special ability.

In the post-apocalyptic world, power determines everything. Under the law of the jungle, a clash between two classes with such a vast disparity in strength usually means an irreversible tragic ending.

However, these two actually survived. As expected of the male and female protagonists, they were blessed with good fortune—they cleverly used the sacrifices of other survivors in the zombie horde to win themselves a precious chance to escape.

During that zombie-infested siege, Han Xijun and Lu Qingrou faced their mortal enemy from the novel's plot: a terrifying zombie capable of replicating the abilities of others.

The meeting between the two parties was the result of Long Yangyang's meticulous planning.

Like an invisible chess player, she used the mutated roses she controlled as bait to meticulously weave a giant net, leading the incredibly powerful zombie to the battlefield where the protagonist was located.

She intended to use the zombie to kill the two men.

However, to Long Yangyang's surprise, Han Xijun and Lu Qingrou managed to escape from this almost certain death trap by means of their precise tactical coordination, their calm wisdom in the face of life and death, their excellent luck, and their indifference to the sacrifice of others.

Despite the insurmountable gap in their superpower levels that stood between them and the zombies, they still found a way to survive on the edge of despair and achieved the impossible reversal.

However, when Long Yangyang realized that the zombie had not been completely eliminated, but was instead summoned away by Xie An, the leader of the zombie forces, a slight smile appeared on her lips.

You were lucky to escape this time, but what about next time?

Will good luck always be with them?

She felt a vague sense of anticipation and began planning their next meeting.