The moon had set and the stars had faded. The night gradually receded, and the eastern horizon began to glow with the pale white of dawn.
The meeting room was filled with smoke.
The front line was nowhere near as peaceful as the rear. The physical improvements brought by the routes had been precisely converted into working hours by the senior commanders.
Overwork was the norm, and fourteen-hour shifts were standard.
At the commander level, everyone generally worked around sixteen hours, afraid of losing face by working less than the others.
Moreover, although no battles had broken out on the front line and they had entered a rare period of recuperation,
the introduction of the Void Realm had instead left many people even busier than before. As the saying went, there was a small drill every three days and a major drill every five.
The command opportunities that had once been rare could now be simulated at any time within the Void Realm. Even commanders responsible for logistics could seize such opportunities and use the time saved by Number Zero to lead tens of thousands of people into the Void Realm and clash with the foreign races.
After staying up all night, most people had already worked for more than twenty-six hours. Aside from the few younger commanders who could still hold on, everyone else relied more or less on tobacco to stay awake.
"Breakfast is here. Get up and eat something. We'll figure things out after."
Feng Long personally brought people over to deliver breakfast, pushing several large iron buckets.
They contained mixed-grain meat porridge that had been simmering all night. The moment the lids were lifted, the rich aroma drew the attention of many people.
"Go ahead. We gathered quite a bit of intelligence tonight, so there's no