I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 936 - 1025: Taking Stock of the Gains

A young man who had been serving as Old Zhou’s butler and logistics clapped his hands to signal everyone to quiet down, "Alright, let’s officially begin the assault plan now!"

Everyone stopped their casual chatting, though they were quite curious about the two newcomers.

This sudden end of the act was a bit unsettling for everyone.

Yang Yang projected the plan he had drafted during the half-hour escape and said, "With the changing situation, we need to adjust our previous plan. We had intended to score big in Hansi and then proceed to our ally Old Yi, but we’ve already got quite a haul here at Hansi."

Just look at how he puts it.

Talking like this, how do you think Jie and Mama Has, sitting in the front row, would feel?

Mama Has said, "So, I was the big sucker in the legend?"

The two exchanged glances, seeing a mix of emotions in each other’s eyes. To sum it up, it might be three parts sadness, three parts speechlessness, and three parts self-deprecation.

Of course, no real person could express such complex feelings.

Yang Yang continued, "Now, because we have gathered so many supplies, if we don’t offload them, we’ll be terribly burdened. So, our priority is to find a reliable place to offload our supplies. We currently have a total of over 400 ships of various sizes, which also greatly complicates our escort mission. And then there’s the issue of fuel consumption."

The crowd nodded, with someone sighing:

"Oh, if we had known, we would have grabbed a few more shipments of fuel on our way out; at least we could have sustained ourselves to the next stop."

"Who could have predicted this? It was so chaotic that we just grabbed whatever was at hand, and we haven’t even had the chance to check what’s on the ships yet."

"With all the stuff we’ve taken, Hansi’s official side will definitely come after us. Among these many ships, some are slow cargo ships, really holding us back."

Yang Yang nodded, "So we should take two hours to rest, consolidate the supplies, and as for those slow small ships—"

"Abandon them all?"

"That would be too wasteful, wouldn’t it?"

Jie nodded, considering the speed issue, indeed one might have to cut losses.

Yang Yang smirked, "What are you thinking? We worked hard for these ships; how can we just abandon them? We’ll split into two groups, placing the small and empty ships at the back to draw fire. Let them escape if they can. I’m sure other ships won’t bother with these small, empty boats as they will think they have no cargo. These ships still have an essential role because they are mostly cargo ships, capable of holding plenty of goods.

Therefore, how we proceed depends on these two gentlemen. Mr. Jie, could you please tell us about the secret place you know? We’ll loop around to there and then head directly to Iran."

Originally, the team wasn’t planning to head to Iran so soon, given it serves as the transit point for storing and converting items.

Moreover, it has the Huaxia missile defense system; if pursued, fleeing there would ensure safety.

But now, given that everyone’s loaded with goods, we have no choice but to go there first.

Jie’s mouth twitched, realizing how bold these Huaxia people were! Even now, they don’t forget to grab a big haul before fleeing?

Jie chuckled bitterly, turning to Mama Has, "Brother, you might not be going back to Masi this time."

Mama Has was stunned, "If not Masi, then where?"

Jie said, "We might first poke at the beehive in Saudi Arabia and then start a life of fleeing and wandering; it should be quite thrilling and exciting, right?"

Mama Has’s mouth dropped open, not understanding how things turned out this way when everything was fine initially.

Jing Shu patted Mama Has, saying, "Don’t worry, our meals are good, you might not want to go back."

So, Jie brought out a map, pointed to a location, and said, "Here, if we’re fast, we can arrive in three days, provided we evade the pursuers. However, this is their old nest, are you sure you want to go there? There should be no fewer power users than you, with immensely frightening abilities."

At this moment, Hao Yunlai grinned, showing his bright white teeth, "We’re the most formidable elite power users from Huaxia. In a scramble, we might not necessarily lose."

Fine, since you said so, let’s do it—storm their old nest.

Yang Yang, after checking the address, immediately drafted the latest route plan, "So, let’s rest for two hours, split into two groups, and advance quickly! Any questions?"

"No!"

"Let’s go, quickly distribute the items with your teams, remember to keep track, as mistakes won’t be forgiven."

"Everybody, organize the stuff on your ships too; we’ll process everything at the next stop."

The group dispersed quickly.

A few hundred ships bustled with activity as scorers and recorders scribbled furiously, noting down the bounty of goods collected.

Some supplies are to be rewarded to members based on Contribution, while less important items are moved to elite members’ ships.

Faster ships will stay with the main team, while slower ones drop back, allowing those with cargo to reach the destination faster.

Jing Shu, meanwhile, had already organized her ships.

Among the more than one hundred ships she took, most supplies were surrendered for Contribution, like food, weapons, ammunition, and medicine.

Lesser-needed items like cookware, everyday goods, and clothes from the original ships were distributed to her team, while Jing Shu kept luxury goods and collectibles.

Xiao Wei, along with Guo Tou and Wen Jun, picked over the ship owners’ collections, like shopping on a treasure hunt, finding it to be a fascinating activity.

Among over a hundred ships, more than fifty were large, well-equipped vessels capable of carrying goods forward. Another ten were ferry-grade ships, as large as half a football field with massive cargo capacity.

The downside was their fuel consumption and snail-like speed.

But for Jing Shu, that’s not a problem.

Zhang Yicheng was busy to the point of exhaustion, documenting Jing Shu’s goods. Watching her wave her little white hand, she said, "Oh, these ten ferry-grade ships are also ours. Just follow behind us, and no need for fuel or care.

"No need for anything? They’ll just come along? They have legs of their own?"