Running out of food was always more tangible than any other difficulty.
Like now.
Although Chen Shen had somewhat exaggerated the severity of the food shortage, the figure of only forty days still made everyone feel as if thorns were pricking their backs.
"We have no choice. This is the safest option, and the absolute limit."
As the person in charge of supplies, Shen Ke stood up and used her position to confirm the accuracy of the data just presented.
Under ideal circumstances, if this figure could rise to sixty or even around seventy days, it would still be acceptable.
After all, the territory did not only have expenses every day.
The greenhouses currently being built, the vast stretches of land being reclaimed, and the famine-relief leaves purchased from the neighboring territory could all raise this figure slightly in the future.
It was just that no one had expected Su Mo to bring all the refugees back into the territory in one go.
The sudden surge in population had placed enormous, unavoidable pressure on the territory's supplies.
"It'll be too difficult to grow grain in the short term. I suggest establishing an expedition team immediately. As long as we can take down a dwarf fortress, the supplies we obtain will keep us going for much longer."
A thin man with a pair of blazing, brilliant eyes stood up. "My name is Zhong Hao. I'm from Origin Camp, and I currently serve as the deputy minister of the Strategy Division of the village's Armed Forces Department."
It was a familiar name, one that had also been engraved on the war monument of Tian Yuan Territory in the future wasteland.
During the territory's most difficult period, quite a few fierce warriors with tenacious fighting spirit and a love of war had emerged.