Finally, Bai Yaoyao asked, "How many people fought yesterday?"
Sun Weixing answered without hesitation, "Six thousand five hundred and forty-four. Seventy-six... died in battle."
Including those who had died, Bai Yaoyao took out the corresponding number of apples, pears, and oranges. "Everyone did well yesterday. These are their rewards. Give the shares of the fallen to their families. If they had no family, give them to people who performed well."
Sun Weixing couldn't help swallowing. It had been over a year since the apocalypse began. When had he last seen this much fresh fruit?
"Base Chief... isn't... isn't this too much? One piece of fruit each would be enough for a taste, but this is three per person!" Sun Weixing said hesitantly.
Although he was craving some himself, he hadn't gone out to fight, so naturally, he wouldn't get a share. But his younger brother had gone. Surely eating two of his wouldn't be too much?
Bai Yaoyao waved a generous hand. "It's fine. Just do as I said. There are a few extra portions, including yours. Share them with any of the management who didn't go out. Don't be so stingy."
Without waiting for Sun Weixing to reply, Bai Yaoyao led everyone away. Sun Weixing was great in every other respect, but he talked too much. On and on and on.
For some reason, whenever they left a base, no matter which one, everyone felt a sense of relief. The beasts always had to charge ahead for a while to express their joy.
Big Sea had given up all pretense and stopped using those wings altogether. The sky was too lonely. Running on the ground with everyone else was much better!
A-Dai and the other little ones were the same, running, jumping, and calling out! It was just a