Chapter 1133 All-round Power

Watching Zhou Guihong's back as she left, Gu Chengyuan picked up the spoon again, scooped a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, savoring the aroma of rice and the unique sweetness brought by the mutant plant seeds.

A somewhat mischievous thought, like a stone thrown into a lake, caused ripples in his heart.

In the invitation letters he sent to the Western and Southern war zones, he did not mention the arrival of the Eastern War Zone delegation.

Similarly, he did not tell the Eastern Theater that the supreme commanders of the other two theaters of war were about to arrive.

It can be imagined that when the commanders of the three important war zones in the east, west and south of the Zhou Dynasty before the end of the world unexpectedly saw each other's familiar yet unfamiliar faces at the observation site of the "Pure Night" operation or at the subsequent conference table, the scene would definitely be very interesting.

Surprise? Stunned? A moment of alertness? Or a quickly concealed weighing and calculation?

That subtle atmosphere, and the psychological impact and changes in the situation that it brought about, might be more likely to prompt things to develop in a direction that is beneficial to him than if he had pointed it out directly.

"I'm actually looking forward to this good show..." Gu Chengyuan had a faint smile on his lips as he picked up the last small soup dumpling, feeling the warmth and toughness from his fingertips.

This small soup dumpling is like this chaotic chess game, with thin skin and rich fillings, and it contains a lot of secrets. It requires just the right heat and strength to taste the ultimate deliciousness.

And he, who knows when, has come to enjoy the process of controlling the heat...

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When it was noon, at No. 210 Yingbin Road, Xishui District, Ye Province, Xishui Yingbin Hotel.

After a good night's rest, the members of the Eastern Theater delegation woke up one after another.

When Lieutenant General Zhou Wei pushed open the heavy wooden window of the room, a breath of fresh and thrilling air instantly rushed into his lungs.

The air carries the unique moist water vapor of streams and rivers, mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees in the courtyard, and contains the extremely high concentration of negative oxygen ions in this forest area. Every deep breath seems to completely wash away the dullness and depression that has accumulated in the chest for a long time.

He stood by the window, looking out at the lush greenery—towering old trees, meticulously manicured lawns, the shimmering stream in the distance, and the occasional unknown bird that flew through the woods...

All this was a world of difference from the pale, monotonous "atmosphere of survival" in the underground base that he had long been accustomed to, which was maintained entirely by the air filtration system.

There, every breath carries the smell of metal and disinfectant, and all you see is cold concrete and flashing indicator lights. Green becomes a luxurious memory.

And here, the breath of life is so strong that it almost makes him feel as if he is in another world.

Not only Zhou Wei, other members of the delegation also had similar feelings.

Walking along the corridor leading to the restaurant, looking at the beautiful park-like scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides, feeling the comfort brought by the soft carpet underfoot, and then recalling the underground base in the Eastern War Zone with its narrow passages, monotonous colors, and wartime emergency environment everywhere, an indescribable complex emotion spread in everyone's hearts.

The restaurant was already ready. In the spacious and bright space, a wide variety of food was placed on the long dining table covered with a white tablecloth.

This was not some delicacy, but it was enough to shock the generals in the Eastern Theater.

Freshly baked bread exudes the aroma of wheat, and next to it is hand-pounded blueberry and strawberry jam with real fruit pieces.

The crystal clear rice porridge was steaming in the thermos.

The eggs and bacon are fried to perfection, and the aroma of fat is tempting.

There are also various refreshing stir-fried seasonal vegetables, the emerald green color shows their freshness.

There was even a platter of cut fruit from farms in the war zone, including oranges, apples, and even a few rare slices of watermelon!

Milk, soy milk, freshly squeezed juice...all kinds of drinks are available, which is in stark contrast to their situation in the Eastern Theater.

Even for the war zone leaders, in order to share the hardships with the grassroots officers and soldiers and stabilize the military morale, their daily diets strictly follow the quota system. They mainly eat canned food, compressed dry food, and artificial synthetic nutritional pastes that are easy to store. Fresh fruits and vegetables are extremely rare luxuries. A hearty and "normal" breakfast like this has been blurred in their memories for a long time.

Zhou Wei silently took some food and sat down. He took a bite of the soft bread, feeling the long-lost natural wheat aroma melting in his mouth. He then took a sip of warm fresh milk. A warm current seemed to soothe his nerves that had been tense since the end of the world.

He glanced at Deputy Commander Wang Zhiming sitting opposite him and found that he was also staring at the fried eggs on the plate in a daze, his eyes filled with the same emotion.

"Old Wang, how do you feel?" Zhou Wei asked in a low voice.

Wang Zhiming raised his head, took a deep breath of the delicious aroma that filled the restaurant, and shook his head with a wry smile. "Honestly, Old Zhou, I feel... a little bad. We're still worrying about whether we'll have our next meal and whether our fleet can still leave the port, while people here... are already living a life almost like it was before the apocalypse."

He paused, his voice lowering: "Look at the environment, the air, the food... This is not just a difference in quality of life."

"Behind this lies the absolute guarantee of military force, robust logistics and production capabilities, and the initial restoration of order and ecology! This is a... virtuous cycle."

Zhou Wei nodded heavily. He understood what Wang Zhiming meant.

The strength of the Zhongzhou War Zone is not only reflected in the advanced fighter jets and armored vehicles they have seen, but also in the comprehensive strength derived from the powerful military force, covering all aspects of survival.

Only with absolute security guarantees can we have such a beautiful and peaceful recuperation environment; only with strong production and logistics capabilities can we supply such fresh and abundant food; only with the establishment of an effective order can all this run in an orderly manner.

This all-round strength has formed an enviable and even somewhat powerless virtuous cycle.

Military force guarantees development, and development feeds back to military force, and the cycle continues forever!

"I'm now looking forward to meeting Commander Gu even more." Zhou Wei put down the milk cup in his hand and looked at the vibrant greenery outside the restaurant window, his tone filled with mixed emotions:

"I really want to see with my own eyes what kind of person of great talent and strategy could create such a...nearly ideal base in such apocalyptic times."

This expectation is no longer just for negotiation and seeking assistance, but is also mixed with a hint of curiosity and exploration about the strong and certain possibilities.

They were eager to know whether the successful model of the Central Plains Theater could be replicated in the Eastern Theater. Even if they only learned part of it, it would be enough to change their precarious fate.

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