At that moment, in the command center 1,200 meters beneath Marshal Li Gele, the commanders had just finished their meal.
Their food was the same as the ordinary soldiers', though they might get a little extra coffee or strong tea. Still, there was always plenty of meat and vegetables to make a nourishing meal. Even old hands like Brigadier General Schiller and Division Commander Longba had eaten their fill and quickly recovered their energy.
Brigadier General Schiller placed his stainless-steel mess tin on the tray carried by a robot and cleared his throat. "All right, the Imperial fleet could arrive at any time. This is our final count. Who wants to report first?"
Simon Wayali went first. "We've organized everyone to harvest the crops ahead of time. All the grain, fruits, and vegetables have been moved to the warehouse 1,500 meters underground. We've also slaughtered the livestock and made jerky. By our rough estimate, we have about 400,000 tons of grain, plus more than 100,000 tons of dried vegetables, preserved fruit, and canned meat. We haven't counted the fresh meat and vegetables in cold storage. As you instructed, those are reserved as benefits for decorated soldiers and the sick and wounded."
I didn't instruct you to do that—you suggested it, Brigadier General Schiller thought.
"With these supplies, even if everyone in the city eats like a Lege giant, they shouldn't have to eat dirt for at least three years."
Meng Jiao said, "They won't have to after that, either. The hydroponic and fishing robots on the seafloor will keep working. Also, our exploration team found a huge underground cavern 4,000 meters below the surface. The soil inside is extremely fertile, there's plenty of water, and the moss on the surrounding rock walls gives off some light. We've tested it. The