The arguing grew louder, with one dispute after another.
Lin Mo watched the scene with a splitting headache, his ears buzzing.
This could not go on. Who knew how long they would keep arguing?
After some thought, he came up with a proposal that seemed to put Great Xia at a disadvantage.
Only by having Great Xia take a small loss and letting everyone feel they had gained could they settle the matter once and for all.
After discussing it with Zhao Gang, Zhao Gang saw no problem and nodded.
"You're the Commander-in-Chief. You have the final say."
Honestly, no matter how they divided things, Great Xia would be getting a raw deal.
With millions of tons of ammunition unleashed and nuclear bombs scouring the battlefield, Great Xia had consumed vast reserves and had certainly killed the most members of the Demon Clan.
If they really wanted to count every last bit, it would not be unreasonable for Great Xia to take the lion's share.
Of course, if Great Xia proposed taking the lion's share, everyone would surely argue that the various races had essentially come to Great Xia's territory to help it fight the Demon Clan.
But Great Xia could easily deny that debt of gratitude with the excuse, "We came to help Terra resist the Demon Clan."
But Lin Mo had no intention of doing that.
He decided to acknowledge the favor from the various races.
After all, they had had no need to defend Great Xia's fief to the death.
Had they fought while retreating, their casualty rates would certainly have been much lower, but Great Xia's newly built fief would have been utterly finished.
In the maneuvering between great powers, they could not focus only on a little immediate gain. They had to look to the