"Our Xiaolongs and Night Falcons, even the modified versions, are still half a generation behind theirs.
Our air defenses are very passive."
Han Feng nodded upon hearing this.
Wherever you have people, you'll have politics, and the apocalypse was no exception.
Although everyone faced the threat of a high-dimensional invasion, that didn't stop the major Fortress Cities from fighting, both openly and covertly, for resources and territory.
"I understand."
Han Feng said, "I'll do everything I can to move this forward.
But General, as you've seen, I'm short on people and equipment right now.
With just Lin Xue and the others, we'd be swamped even if I could clone myself."
"You need people, you'll get people! You need money, you'll get money!"
Li Tiecheng declared with a grand wave of his hand, then turned to Chen Beixuan.
"Old Chen, he's a student from your academy. Shouldn't you, the Vice Dean, pitch in?"
