Rebirth and stocking up in the apocalypse, I have tens of thousands of supplies for the world

After this thrilling war broke out, Hua Ningyao keenly noticed that he began to fall into deep thought frequently.

Whenever night fell, he would always sit there alone, staring at the information held tightly in his hands, his brows tightly furrowed, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

He was deeply worried and was always concerned about that powerful and arrogant country - the hegemonic power that always claimed to be the world's policeman and interfered in the affairs of other countries at will.

Today, our strength is relatively weak. Whether it is advanced weapons and equipment or comprehensive national strength, there is a huge gap compared with our opponents. This reality makes him feel stressed and uneasy.

At this moment, a powerful voice came into Hua Ningyao's ears.

"Our generation is covered in blood and mud, so we have to pay the price!"

The speaker was a battle-hardened soldier who had already retired and was planning to return to his hometown, cultivate the land, and live a peaceful life with his family and children.

However, the hateful war ruthlessly broke this peace and forced him to join the battlefield again.

Hua Ningyao couldn't help but be moved, and a strong anger surged in her heart.

Those veterans who fought on the battlefield for decades should have enjoyed peace and tranquility, but because of the ambition and greed of some people, they had to take up arms again to defend their homeland.

Their contributions and sacrifices are admirable, while those who provoke war should be severely condemned.

Only by seeing it all with her own eyes could she feel how hard it is to achieve such stability. Being dragged to various places allowed her to witness with her own eyes how the world was gradually changing for the better.

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Everyone is so poor now! After hundreds of years of unrest, countless people are hungry and poorly clothed. We finally see a glimmer of hope, but are we going to repeat the same mistakes?

What if... we could return to the top of the world, dominate the laws of the world, and establish a completely new order, then would everything be completely different?

Even when we were at our most prosperous in the past, we have never been so shameless in occupying other people's territories. Instead, it is those who claim to be "fairness and justice" who rob and steal other people's wealth every day.

A well-trained elite force took advantage of the cover of night, marched rapidly, quietly sneaked into the territory of the Big Stick Country, and quickly changed into the enemy's uniforms.

The commander of this army had already arrived here in advance, and even the vanguard had gone in to investigate the situation.

It was originally a civil war within a country, and the more powerful stick should have had the upper hand. However, the despicable and vile world policeman insisted on interfering, causing the situation to reverse in an instant.

The leader of the Big Stick Country was even hunted down and almost fled into another country, and then the Beautiful Country took the opportunity to carry out indiscriminate bombing on the border.

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This is what prompted him to resolutely make up his mind to send troops! Now is different from the past, no one can use any reason to hinder their pursuit of freedom.

Looking back to the beginning, when the country was just founded, they fearlessly used powerful artillery to bombard the ships of the so-called "Empire on which the Sun Never Sets".

And to this day, facing a powerful opponent like the United States of America, they remain fearless and dare to confront it head-on.

At the place of the first battle, they slapped the self-proclaimed "world police" in the face like a torrential rain.

At this moment, the other side was unaware that they were already at the gates of the city. Only after suffering a heavy blow did they wake up and learn the news. However, they were arrogant and still firmly believed that the attackers were just a small group of mob.

They never expected that the new and immature country would dare to send such a large army to provoke them.

He even arrogantly clamored for a quick victory so that he could return to the capital as soon as possible to celebrate the annual Christmas.

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"Cover it up first and wait until it's hot before eating, or your teeth will fall out."

Hua Ningyao stood in the biting cold wind, her eyes fixed on a group of young figures not far away. They were carefully protecting the precious potatoes in their arms with their bodies in an almost pious manner.

It is the middle of winter now, and the biting cold is attacking the earth wantonly, as if to freeze all life.

Due to the loss of air superiority, the supply of materials became extremely difficult. Every expedition was a life-and-death struggle. Often, out of the ten large trucks that set out, only a few could reach the destination.

Those hateful enemies sat in the warm and comfortable tents, leisurely tasting the fragrant coffee and delicious barbecue, enjoying the warmth brought by the blazing campfire.

However, in sharp contrast to them, Hua Ningyao's team could only shiver in the ice and snow, wearing only paper-thin cotton clothes and chewing hard, icy potatoes in their mouths.

Along the way, countless companions fell due to hunger and cold, and fell asleep forever on this desolate land.

Hua Ningyao was extremely anxious. She smashed her fists hard into the void around her, her heart filled with endless grief and helplessness.

"Who am I? Why did you bring me here, but not let me help them? Why is this?"

This deep feeling of powerlessness was like a heavy mountain pressing on her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She couldn't help but question fate, why did she have to experience such desperate torture again and again? Where did such pain come from? Perhaps only by going back thousands of years could she find the answer.

In fact, it’s not that she doesn’t want to lend a helping hand, but she simply can’t do anything.

Faced with the cruel and ruthless reality, she could only choose to close her eyes and pretend not to see those tragic scenes.

On the surface, she seemed to remain calm and strong, but in fact, her fragile heart was already full of holes and on the verge of collapse.

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However, at that time, she seemed to be in a chaotic and misty fog. She was at a loss and had no idea how to curb the surging emotions in her heart.

However, today, the patience of the past has become like a bowstring stretched to its limit and can no longer bear even a little bit.

The cruel reality before her was like an extremely sharp blade, deeply hurting her heart: although she had seemingly endless supplies, no matter how hard she tried, she could not take out even a little bit from them, let alone provide any form of assistance.

In her special space, there were piles of rich food like mountains, a dazzling number of soft quilts, and a dazzling array of exquisite clothes, but why couldn't she use them?

What was the reason? If she was really powerless and could do nothing, then why did she come to this land in the first place and watch so many people suffer and be unable to do anything?

Time flies, and thousands of years have passed, but she is still powerless. Nothing has changed at all, and she is still so powerless.

"Squad leader, I'm a little sleepy."

A voice as faint as a candle in the wind was heard, and the person who spoke was a thin little soldier.

He told the squad leader about his exhaustion in an almost exhausted tone.

"You are not allowed to sleep. You are a soldier. The enemy will be here soon. You are not allowed to sleep!"

Then he slowly closed his eyes, and no matter how anxiously the squad leader called out to him, he never opened his eyes again.