Chapter 1021 The Second System Army

The approval for the expansion had just been processed when emergency reports from the theater's logistics department came in, pointing directly at a sensitive area - the strategic material reserve depot under the Night Province Management Committee!

According to the report from the war zone logistics department, due to the continuous blood-sucking of the gold-devouring monster, the Battle of Yucheng, the military strategic reserve depot in Ye Province has long been drained to the bottom!

The current situation is that supplies fresh off the factory production line are shipped directly to the front line without even entering the warehouse! Inventory? Where does the inventory come from?

Therefore, in order to deliver the first batch of supplies to the transport plane flying to the Western Theater within "one week" stipulated in Gu Chengyuan's death order, Lieutenant General Shao Gang, the deputy commander in charge of this matter, was forced into a corner!

In desperation, he could only turn his attention to the only place where there might be "surplus food" - the non-military reserve warehouse of the Night Province Management Committee!

Since the establishment of the Night Province Management Committee, the Zhongzhou War Zone has entered a mode of separation of military and political affairs. Not only do the two management systems not interfere with each other, but the same is true for production and construction.

Therefore, when the military's strategic reserves are exhausted, the non-military reserves under the name of the Management Committee still store a large amount of valuable materials used to maintain the basic livelihood operations of the Night Province, industrial recovery, and respond to emergencies.

But this piece of "cheese" is extraordinary. If it is just the Night Province Management Committee, Shaogang, which is now at the deputy war zone level, will naturally not take it seriously, even though it is a ministerial-level unit and theoretically half a level higher than him.

But what kind of world is this now?

If the rules are not followed, a battalion commander in the military can make the other party obey him completely.

Therefore, what really made Shao Gang wary was not the Night Province Management Committee, but the Vice Chairman of the Management Committee and the chief's father - Gu Jianguo!

With this person in charge, no leader in the war zone, let alone him, except the chief, dared to reach in.

...

At this moment, the report was lying quietly on Gu Chengyuan's large desk, and Lieutenant General Shao Gang, deputy commander of the theater, stood beside him, holding his breath.

Gu Chengyuan's eyes swept across the report and stopped at the line "Vice Chairman of the Night Province Management Committee: Gu Jianguo".

His expression didn't change at all, still looking as calm as the abyss. He tapped his fingers twice lightly on the smooth tabletop, as if he was thinking, or as if it was just a habitual action.

After a few seconds of silence, Gu Chengyuan picked up his pen. He didn't make any lengthy comments, but simply wrote three words neatly at the core of the report, his pen sharp as a knife:

'Follow the rules.'

Then, beneath the words "According to the rules," he added another line of small characters, his handwriting still steady and powerful:

"The required supplies will be handled by the War Zone Logistics Department directly contacting the Night Province Management Committee's Material Reserve Bureau in accordance with the wartime emergency requisition regulations!"

Military needs are paramount! In the apocalypse, everything serves the war effort and makes way for strategic goals! No exceptions! Not even his father!

What's more, Comrade Lao Gu still doesn't know...

After Shao Gang, deputy commander of the theater, left with the approval document, Gu Chengyuan looked out the window, as if he could penetrate space and time, and saw a transport plane loaded with supplies roaring into the sky and flying towards the distant northwest.

The will of the Zhongzhou War Zone is like an unstoppable steel torrent, crushing all obstacles and turning ideas into reality!

This is the power of absolute power!

...

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Gu Chengyuan had just rested for a short while when the knock on the door sounded again, steady and rapid.

"Enter!"

As Gu Chengyuan agreed, Chief of Staff Wu Bin pushed the door open and walked in.

He had a relaxed smile on his face, a hint of having completed an important task, and cast his gaze towards Gu Chengyuan behind his desk: "Commander, did I disturb your rest?"

"The Chief of Staff is here?" Gu Chengyuan smiled sincerely, immediately stood up from his chair, and raised his hand to gesture to the reception area:

"Come on, sit here!"

However, Wu Bin did not immediately move to the sofa. Instead, he stood in front of his desk and spoke first, excited about reporting his achievements.

"Captain, regarding the zombie brain core transaction, we have reached a clear agreement with the Western Theater Command delegation this morning!"

He spoke a little faster, revealing his inner satisfaction: "Director Zhang Shouzheng responded very positively after learning that we were willing to exchange supplies for zombie brain cores!"

"I declared on the spot that I would transport all the zombie brain cores accumulated in the Western War Zone since the end of the world to us!"

"Oh?" Gu Chengyuan walked to the edge of the reception area and stopped, his eyes piercing. This was the core of his concern: "How much inventory do they have?"

He expected that the Western Theater Command would agree to the deal; the key lay in the size of the inventory!

"Reporting to the commander," Wu Bin immediately put away his smile and spoke in a serious tone, "Director Zhang was unable to provide an exact figure, but according to his preliminary estimate, the total number should be around five million."

Five million?

Gu Chengyuan's brows knitted slightly, barely perceptible.

This number wasn't a surprise to him; it was far below his expectations! An entire war zone, after more than half a year, only managed a mere five million?

However, the reality of the Northwest region's "vast land and sparse population" soon came to his mind.

Before the end of the world, places like Qing Province and Ning Province were considered important cities with a population of over 100,000. Their density was far from comparable to those super-large cities in the south with a population of tens of millions, and was even lower than some large towns in Ye Province.

In addition, the Western Theater of Operations had long been plagued by a shortage of combat supplies, which inevitably limited the suppression operations. Therefore, having a reserve of 5 million was considered the best they could do under such circumstances.

But! This is only before the aid. If the Western Theater is still so "indifferent" in clearing out zombies and collecting brain cores after the aid, then he will have to have a good talk!

There is no free lunch in the world, and the supplies in Zhongzhou are not blown by the wind!

He then turned to Wu Bin and issued a clear order: "Chief of Staff, you must personally oversee the receipt of the zombie brain cores. We must strive to ensure that after the transport plane carrying the first batch of aid supplies has unloaded its cargo, it can return fully loaded with their brain cores! Efficiency is the key!"

"Yes, Commander!" Wu Bin accepted the order solemnly and added, "I've arranged to have dinner with Zhang Shouzheng and Zou Yuan tonight. I'll emphasize this matter again and urge them to speed up the process!"

"Okay, you know when to stop." Gu Chengyuan nodded in approval.

"Oh, Chief," Wu Bin seemed to remember something, and a slightly complicated look appeared on his face, as if he was hesitant to speak.

"This morning, during a discussion with a Western delegation, Deputy Commander Zou Yuan...after learning that we maintain channels of communication with the Southern Theater Command, privately made a personal request to me."

Seeing Wu Bin's unusual expression, Gu Chengyuan became interested, his eyes sharp. "Oh? What did he mention?"

"He said... he has an only son who was lost in the Southern Theater Command when the apocalypse broke out. He earnestly requested that, for the sake of our cooperation, you could contact the Southern Theater Command and assist in searching for his whereabouts." Wu Bin reported, carefully choosing his words.

"My only son is lost in the south?" Gu Chengyuan repeated. His tone was silent, but a flash of rapid deliberation flashed through his eyes. After a few seconds of consideration, he made his decision:

"It's human nature, and I understand. It's just a simple greeting, a piece of cake."

His words were calm, but contained deeper political considerations:

"Besides, Zou Yuan holds a crucial position in the Western Theater. Doing him a favor will make our activities in the Northwest more convenient and provide more room for maneuver."

"In the name of the theater command, you will coordinate with the Southern Theater Command on this matter. Ensure that everything is handled properly."

"Understood!" Wu Bin understood and agreed solemnly.

This seemingly simple request to find someone has been transformed into another ingenious chess piece in Gu Chengyuan's hands to deepen his control over the core figures in the Western Theater Command.

...

Soon, as Chief of Staff Wu Bin left, Gu Chengyuan couldn't help but think about how to spend the more than 500 million zombie brain cores in the Western Theater...

"Five million zombie brain cores... 500 million system coins... save them up a bit, and when the next wave of income from Yucheng arrives... I should be able to summon a second system army..."