The atmosphere in the temporary combat command center was exceedingly oppressive.
There were still many unresolved issues weighing heavily on Yuan Ze's shoulders, beginning with the shortage of supplies in the camp, followed by the continuous influx of refugees. Without addressing these two issues, winning this war was basically out of the question; everyone might as well be waiting for death.
This was his first time being responsible for a life disaster as the supreme commander.
If he lost this war, he could forget about becoming a Special General of the Military Department.
Just when one problem seemed to be managed, another arose.
"So, is Long Que still alive?"
He interlaced his fingers against his forehead and looked up, "Is he right here?"
The representatives of the Celestial Beings fell silent, and even Elder Nasir was unsure.
