After hearing the soldier's report, Long Zhan slowly closed his bloodshot eyes.
Great Xia's ammunition reserves totaled approximately five million tonnes, including artillery shells, rockets, guided munitions, and more.
Under conditions of extreme saturation bombardment, they could sustain roughly five hours of continuous, high-intensity fire from an armored force of one hundred thousand troops.
Had Doomsday not arrived, prompting countries to increase their stockpiles amid mounting tensions, Great Xia could never have held out until now.
Fortunately, the Great Xia Military Industry Factory was now operating at full capacity, and ammunition reserves had previously been expanded to meet the demands of trade with the various races. Otherwise, they would have run dry long ago.
Although their ammunition had not yet run out, Great Xia had still reached the point where the Demon Clan was breaking through its defensive lines one after another.
And this was not even the worst of it.
The worst situation was the high-rank combat in the sky.
The leaders of the Four Races had all been severely wounded more than a dozen times. Without Life Potions and the Pope's extraordinarily powerful healing abilities, they would have been unable to hold on long ago.
But now, the Pope's casting speed and condition were both deteriorating.
An underlying ailment also seemed to be flaring up, making the battle fraught with danger.
Was this as far as Great Xia could go?
Long Zhan turned his head, his gaze settling on Lin Mo beside him.
"Commander Lin."
"The situation is critical. You need to leave!"
Lin Mo froze.
"General Long, I-"
"Sorry, but you have to listen to me on this." Long Zhan interrupted him and asked,
"Have all the weapons and ammunition been loaded into the Spatial Ring?"
Lin Mo nodded.
"They were all loaded after Pangu was deployed."