I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 956 - 1044: Sorting the form of war booty

Alright, this armor is so heavy you can’t even see the eyes anymore. Is she really that scared someone might poke her in the eye? Not only has she got a gas mask on, but a bomb-proof helmet too.

Come on, that’s a bit much, Captain Jing Shu!

"Don’t worry, Captain Jing Shu, we can protect you."

"Even if we can’t protect you, don’t forget that right now, the top people on Dila’s blacklist are Jie and Mama Has."

Right.

With this thought, Jing Shu looked at Jie trembling in the corner and suddenly felt much more at ease.

At that moment, Mama Has and Jie, dressed in white robes with a piece of cloth on their heads, looked so thin, so bold. Barely any armor.

Is it that Jie and Mama Has don’t want to be armed? They want to, but the problem is they don’t have any!

They even wanted an extra gas mask at this point to filter out the smell of rotten eggs in the air, a stench so bad it makes it hard to eat or sleep!

"Well, let’s take the bomb-proof helmet off then, it’s a bit hot." Jing Shu took off a layer of her bomb-proof helmet, but there was no way she was taking off the two layers of bulletproof vests she was wearing.

Alright~

Ahem!

Old Zhou arrived with a thermos in hand, everyone was in place, and Yang Yang was ready with the slides.

Old Zhou gave a brief opening speech: "Today was a thrilling heist...I mean, battle; everyone did great, but we can’t let our guard down."

Everyone nodded, oh you bet, this one job directly spiked the DPI of our Middle Eastern supplies shopping.

Old Zhou continued: "The problem now is how to keep all these supplies. We’ve got so much we need to trade it for oil quickly.

Just right, Iran has more oil than they can use, and they’re desperately short of these supplies. So, we’re not escaping, I mean, we’re heading straight to Iran to trade supplies and at the same time ask for their assistance."

Look, Old Zhou sure knows how to talk, clearly we’re escaping to plea, but he makes it sound like we’re going to help out the much-suffering brother countries, that’s the art of speaking.

Everyone nodded.

With Old Zhou’s opening remarks over, it’s on to the follow-up plan, which is Yang Yang’s turn.

Yang Yang said: "We’re only about 700 kilometers away from that 1400-kilometer circle, and even if we enter the circle, with the brother countries’ missiles backing us, at least we’re not afraid of the large-scale weapons from the other side, but—if they don’t use their missiles or other long-range weapons, we can’t use ours either because those missiles don’t exactly have a mind of their own."

Everyone nodded, right, what if those missiles accidentally hit our own guys.

"So, if everything goes smoothly, we could reach the brother countries’ border in 7 days, but there’s no coast there, and we face a big challenge in transferring all these supplies to the border."

Yang Yang continued: "The toughest challenge is what kind of people Dila will send to chase us, and how we can escape. Dila’s people are going to doggedly pursue us, but we don’t need to go head-to-head with them, so we’ve got to be clear on what to do next, and the main thing is to run."

"Yeah, Yang Yang’s right, let’s try not to get into another fight with them because their numbers will only grow."

"We’re not idiots, we got so much stuff, what’s the point of fighting them?"

Everyone spoke up in agreement.

Once we have our goal clear, planning gets easier. Yang Yang marked everything he could think of and anything that changes on the fly will be dealt with when the time comes.

"Ahem, alright, now I know what everyone is most concerned about! That’s what we’ve gained, and how much is everyone’s contribution!" Yang Yang’s announcement stirred everyone’s hearts!

You gotta think, why did everyone come all this way? Isn’t it to make money? Is making money easy?

So, now it’s time to count the money.

Yang Yang pulled out a notebook, all the supplies he counted at the tunnel entrance while the insects were moving stuff, and everything else compiled by the other record-keepers.

It’s that exciting time again.

Yang Yang cleared his throat, picked up the megaphone, and said, "Although it’s not time to divide the spoils yet, I’ll give a rough summary of what we gained this time!"

"Great!"

"Hurry up and tell us!"

As Yang Yang started reporting the numbers, as those numbers kept coming out, everyone’s faces couldn’t hide their smiles.

Meanwhile, in the dark corner, Jing Shu stared blankly, lucky she had a gas mask on, or everyone would think she was a fool.

It turns out that Jing Shu was also doing the post-battle inventory work, as her space was packed to the brim this time.

"Actually, if time wasn’t so tight, I’d have reorganized and taken out the boxes inside, and compressed those things properly, I could’ve packed in so much more."

Jing Shu was reflecting post-battle, accumulating experience.

While Yang Yang was reporting numbers, Jing Shu was below unpacking those boxes of supplies.

The useful supplies were sorted, and put together, and useless supplies were set aside, once they reached Iran, they planned to sell all of the useless supplies for precious oil.

After all, in terms of space weight, or density comparison, it might take 10 cubic meters of supplies to get 1 cubic meter of oil, so it was obviously more worthwhile for Jing Shu to fill her space with oil.

"Ahem, this time there are over 100,000 tons of various ores, all industrial necessities, which Iran desperately needs, and over 20,000 boxes of finished military uniforms, which they also need."

Yang Yang was nearly unable to suppress his laughter when he said this. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

You think about it, these uniforms that Dila gave to their subordinates, like school uniforms with insignias.

Eventually, these uniforms appear on the streets and alleys of Iran, worn by men, women, children, and the elderly, all bearing the emblem of American soldiers.

"Hahaha!"

"Thinking about that scene is just hilarious."

Yang Yang: "Ahem, besides that, we’ve also got about 50,000 boxes of American soldier rations, this ration is military food, a valuable commodity, whether to sell or keep for ourselves, we’ll decide later."

Meanwhile, as Jing Shu heard about these good items, she finished sorting her own spoils, dividing them into two parts, one being the useless ones.

Most of these are industrial raw materials and a batch of seemingly valuable alloy warheads, which she’ll sell off.