Supplies Harvest, Clash of Factions!
August, Year Three of the Wasteland.
After the last trace of winter's chill departed, the Wasteland's temperature began a steady recovery.
With spring's arrival, the long-prepared spring offensive between humanity and the alien races slowly raised its curtain.
Eastern Front.
Along the thawing dirt road, thousands of trucks loaded with supplies entered the checkpoint like ants carrying food.
The quartermasters, who had been arranged in advance, immediately stepped forward to inventory the supplies. Before long, smiles born from the heart appeared on their faces.
Most of the Earth humans currently participating in the war had been born after the 1970s.
Their understanding of war came entirely from films, television, and the news. They were far less experienced than the previous generation.
Naturally, when the war between humans and the alien races had first begun, there had indeed been many shortcomings in their preparations.
But now that the war had continued for over half a year, those shortcomings had begun to improve noticeably.
"Twenty-five thousand and a hundred cases of canned beef, forty cans per case, two hundred grams per can. One can can satisfy a human's daily protein needs!"
"There are currently six flavors: spicy, fragrant spicy, pickled cabbage, Pickled Chili, braised, and salt-baked."
"From: Tian Yuan Territory!"
Although the front lines had repeatedly raised everyone's meal standards to ease the soldiers' mental pressure,
no matter how high the standards were, without raw ingredients, they could only keep making the same dishes in different ways.
Potatoes today, roasted potatoes tomorrow, salt-baked potatoes the day after tomorrow, and stewed potatoes after that.
After eating too much of this stuff, the moment they saw the words "canned meat," the unloading quartermaster shouted while involuntarily swallowing.
The craving in his stomach was completely awakened, and the vague fragrance