The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 302 - 295 Domineering

Chapter 302: Chapter 295 Domineering

Food, it always comes down to food.

In the apocalypse, a shortage of food is a crisis for anyone, just a matter of time. If farming can’t be restored, a food crisis will inevitably arrive sooner or later.

It’s just that the aliens killed most of the people, allowing the survivors to use more reserves to get through the initial difficulties, especially at Kandahar Air Base.

Originally, Kandahar Air Base had enough food reserves for 3400 people for two months, but with the number reduced to about one-fifth, that period could be extended to at least ten months, or even a year.

Speaking of which, Gao Yuan asked Andrew curiously, "What kind of food do you have? How long can it be stored? And do you have storage conditions?"

Andrew nodded and said, "Our food supplies consist mainly of finished and semi-finished products, some emergency military rations. For instance, our field rations have not been touched till now. We eat perishables first, slowly consume the items suitable for long-term storage in the freezer. Right now, we still have enough field rations for two thousand servings, about four thousand pounds of flour, a thousand pounds of potatoes, and five hundred pounds of meat. These are our main food reserves. However, air transport has been completely cut off and getting supplies over land is impossible. In reality, no one is going to bring us food anymore."

Having lasted so long for over four hundred people and still having this much left, it seems Kandahar’s reserves are quite substantial.

Gao Yuan whispered, "Is there any possibility of going out to search for food?"

In plain terms, it meant to rob. Gao Yuan felt that with the nature of these American soldiers, they would definitely think of looting when realizing their food would soon run out.

Andrew fell silent for a while, then spread his hands and said, "Well, that’s a bit complicated. We’ve tried a few times, but after finding that the cost far outweighed the benefits, we gave up on the idea. And as you’ve seen for yourselves, there are always small groups of Taliban harassing us outside, making it very dangerous to venture out."

Speaking of harassment, Gao Yuan immediately asked, "What’s the security situation like then?"

Andrew waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "The enemy can’t get in; we can’t get out. That’s the current situation. However, the enemy uses mortars and rocket artillery on us daily, causing occasional casualties. That’s about the size of it."

Panxin suddenly asked from aside, "What about your vehicles and fuel supplies? Are they still sufficient?"

Andrew laughed, then seriously said, "We have enough fuel to keep this base operational for six months, that’s what I used to say. But now, apart from the necessary power supply, all other electricity has been shut off. Diesel is reserved for the generators and combat vehicles. Besides, we have a large, very large amount of aviation kerosene, so whether it’s for heating or lighting, we’re currently burning aviation kerosene, using it for everything."

This is a military airport, with many planes, hence a substantial reserve of fuel. No wonder those soldiers were using oil drums for lighting; they simply had an excess of aviation kerosene.

Panxin was more concerned with military issues. He continued, "Who are the ones besieging you?"

Andrew shrugged with an expression of disgust, "Who? Of course, it’s the Afghans."

"I mean, what armed factions do they belong to?"

"Ha, all kinds. Any Afghan is now against us. They just want to completely annihilate us here, wipe us out, but since they can’t break in and kill us all, all they can do is harass us incessantly from outside."

Andrew began grinding his teeth, then he took a breath and said, "These barbarians, they don’t give us a chance to leave. In fact, we have tried to leave this damned place. We can’t use planes anymore, so we have to leave by land. Okay, even if we can’t make it back to America, going to Europa would be fine. But those damned Afghans won’t let us leave. Even if we did leave Afghanistan, there’s Persia blocking the way."

Returning to America from Kandahar is impossible, but since Eurasia is connected by land, traveling back to Europa by land should be feasible, as many of the soldiers are Europeans. However, looking around, these Americans and their allies find themselves surrounded by enemies, without a single reliable route.

Leaving Afghanistan and heading west leads to Persia, which isn’t an option, as Persia would never let these few hundred people pass. Heading north would first take them through the Central Asian Five Nations, which isn’t much of an issue, but ultimately, they would have to pass through Russia, and it’s hard to say whether the Russians would let them leave.

Both westward and northward routes are essentially blocked; setting aside political factors, it’s unpredictable whether hostile locals might take advantage of their plight.

Without provisions inside, and no reinforcements from outside, enemies attacking daily, comrades dying one by one, the homeland is too far to return to, and the aliens might attack again at any moment.

If Gao Yuan were in the shoes of those at Kandahar Base, he too would feel driven mad since there’s simply no sign of hope apart from waiting to die or fighting until death, as there seems to be no other way out.

But now, with the arrival of Spark Squad, it was like a shot in the arm for Andrew and his men. Setting aside whether they could make it home, the fact that the world hadn’t been completely destroyed was already a huge relief.

The welcome meal, which couldn’t really be called a banquet, was rather unpleasant because although there was no deep-seated animosity, there were profound prejudices between the two groups.

Having understood the general situation and seeing that staying further was pointless, Gao Yuan stood up and said, "Colonel Andrew, thank you very much for your hospitality. We have some matters to discuss among ourselves, so we’ll take our leave now. If you’re available in the afternoon, I’d like to have a chat with you alone. That’s it."

Gao Yuan extended his hand to Andrew, who looked surprised but still shook hands with him.

Gao Yuan’s gesture could be seen as quite rude and domineering. In the past, it was Americans who would act this way, not the people of Shenzhou. This left Andrew somewhat uncomfortable.

Gao Yuan stood up, and everyone immediately followed. Just as he was about to leave, he seemed to remember something and said to Andrew, "We need to resolve our current predicament, at least to eliminate the external threat. So we’ll go back and figure out what to do. We’ll talk more this afternoon, goodbye."

Andrew said, "No, I mean, now, um, all right..."

Andrew really wanted to ask what help Gao Yuan could offer them, but the situation was stronger than people. Although they were technically fighting on their own turf, it was Gao Yuan and his team that had the vital information resources.

At this time, information was key.