The End of the World: Chaos

Red Skull leaned over and looked at the long table with a serious expression. Everyone gathered around him had a serious expression, but only he had a gaze as sharp as lightning.

"Report!" A burly man with a pale face stepped forward respectfully, his expression showing a hint of nervousness, "According to the latest statistics, the loss of soldiers is nearly 2,000, and there are about 500 seriously injured. The overall combat power has been reduced to half!"

"Such a loss," the Red Skull said with a slight smile, "is it so rare? On the battlefield, losing lives is the norm. I had expected this. You should be content and appreciate that so many soldiers were still able to survive."

"Yes, Chief..." Seeing this, another subordinate came closer and said carefully, "The army has suffered heavy casualties and morale has plummeted, especially those who betrayed our army. This has made the brothers feel uneasy and terrified."

"It doesn't matter if we make them panic." The Red Skull's voice was like a cold blade, cutting through the long silence. "A life is just a string of numbers. As long as we achieve our goal, no matter how many sacrifices we make, it is not too much. The current priority is to stabilize the remaining military strength and consider follow-up plans."

"The enemy's strength is growing." Another guard seemed quite nervous and whispered, "Wolverine and Storm have returned to the battlefield, rescued the students, and cooperated with the knights."

"Humph, how could they easily fall into the quagmire of trust?" Red Skull sneered, a bit of disdain on his face, "The result is nothing but self-destruction. The deeper the trust, the more miserable the destruction."

"Although the enemy suffered heavy losses, their recovery speed cannot be underestimated." Another subordinate spoke cautiously with a serious expression, "Professor HR is on their side. If he revives the students who were once unconscious... this battle situation may become more complicated."

"Stop talking so much!" Red Skull stood up suddenly and waved his hands, as if to throw away those words. "I don't want to listen to you wasting time discussing the enemy's weaknesses! Instead, tell me the number of our soldiers now!"

"There are still more than 1,300 people, and the number is increasing. However..." The subordinate hesitated for a moment and finally said, "But the specific situation has not been rigorously verified."

"No problem. Quickly gather those who can fight." The Red Skull's eyes were bright and fearless. "Get ready for the next battle."

"Yes, Chief!" His subordinates responded hurriedly and retreated. Only Red Skull stood alone in front of the long table, staring at the map in his eyes - this fallen land carried his endless ambitions.

On the other side, Wolverine and Storm guarded the unconscious student in a quiet infirmary, surrounded by the scent of potions, elegant and soothing. Storm was calm and elegant, but a hint of fatigue was faintly visible in her eyes. Wolverine, as usual, showed a resolute and unyielding temperament.

"Do you really believe that you can save them all?" Storm glanced around the room, her concern evident in her words.

"As long as there is still a glimmer of hope in our hearts, there is no need to worry about not getting the result." Wolverine answered firmly, walking to the window, looking through the cloudy sky with a sharp gaze. "Everyone is trying their best. If we don't give in, we will definitely see the light at the end of the tunnel."

"That's what I meant, but..." Storm sighed softly, frowning slightly, "With the wisdom of the Red Skull, he will not let us go easily. I feel uneasy, as if a larger and more comprehensive conspiracy is quietly brewing."

Wolverine turned around, looking her straight in the eyes, "Storm, are you worried about the enemy? I don't think there is any need to worry too much. The crazier he gets, the more likely he is to reveal his flaws. At this stage, we just need to defend and wait for an opportunity to counterattack."

"But time is running out." Storm said seriously, "We need to quickly obtain intelligence. The enemy's numbers are growing and gradually increasing, threatening our safety at all times."

Wolverine nodded, approached Storm, and whispered, "We must not let fear control our minds. If the enemy overwhelms us with numbers, we should fight back with numbers."

Storm smiled slightly, with a warm feeling in her heart, "Wolf, you always give me confidence.

At this moment, there were suddenly messy footsteps outside the door. Wolverine and Storm looked at each other and quickly entered a state of combat readiness. The door was suddenly pushed open, and a young X-Man with a pale face rushed in, breathing rapidly: "Teacher, something happened!"

"Hurry up and tell me what's so urgent!" Wolverine immediately stepped forward with an anxious look on his face.

"Enemy forces are gathering outside the base, and they seem to be about to launch an attack!" The young X-Man's face was pale, and his eyes were anxious. "How should we respond?"

"There is no way out!" Wolverine's eyes were like torches, flashing with fighting spirit, "Prepare for battle, raise the alert! Storm, quickly dispatch the rest of the companions, I will go to the outside world to investigate!"