"Chan'er, go help them cook. I can handle organizing these materials. Don't hurt yourself," Shen Ke said.
"Oh, come on! Shen Ke, you just think I'm too slow, don't you? I have a Level 4 title, my constitution is perfectly fine!" Su Chan retorted.
Roughly sixty women sat on the second deck of the cabin, hurriedly wrestling with the materials in front of them. At the very front, Shen Ke shook her head as she watched Su Chan's clumsy yet persistent efforts. A trace of affectionate blame colored her face, though she offered no further persuasion.
Currently, the Tundra Fleet possessed formidable firepower, but their fatal flaw was the lack of a sustainable ammunition supply chain. With the alien race multiplying while ammo reserves dwindled, it was only a matter of time before they ran dry. When that moment came, humanity would be forced to rely on primitive hunting tools to fight at sea.
