"Reporting to the commander, we have collected about one ton so far."

"Enough!" Pan Han roughly calculated that this gold was enough to exchange for 400 million, enough to buy a lot of supplies.

"Commander, why do you want to prepare a large amount of food? We currently have enough food and have replaced a lot of weapons." Qin Zhong was a little surprised when he heard this plan.

"The future of the 10 billion trial is unknown, so let's be prepared for any unexpected events. Even if I can't come back, you can all live in peace." Pan Han is like an old father caring for his children. Even if he is about to die, he must make arrangements for the next generation.

"Commander, you worry too much. I was a little worried before, but now it seems that you will be fine." Qin Zhong waved his hand, still insisting on his own judgment.

"It's better to be safe than sorry. To survive in the apocalypse, we have to have a few tricks up our sleeves."

After hearing this, everyone was deeply moved and stood up to salute Pan Han.

"Okay, okay. Although I am the commander, you are all like my family. There is no need to be like this." Pan Han waved his hand and quickly asked everyone to sit down.

"The third thing is Wu Disheng's side. The transportation routes to the oil field must be opened up and well protected." Pan Han did not forget that place.

A group of people were sent out before, and now the oil field can produce and refine oil normally.

Now the Dawn Base, the mountaintop stronghold, and the oil fields have become a pincer attack, and we have both people and food.

"Don't worry, Commander. We will take turns to guard the oil field. Besides, it's only a few hundred kilometers away, not too far." Qin Zhong said, patting his chest.

"Well. Next, we need to consider the issue of weapons self-ownership. It won't work if we keep relying on replacement. They will be gone after the war. You need to free up manpower, find weapons production lines, weapons experts and workers." Pan Han gave the final instruction.