He scratched his hair irritably, feeling like his scalp was about to explode.
"Damn! This is more brain-burning than playing a strategy game!" Mou Xuan cursed under his breath, constantly simulating various allocation plans in his mind, and various possibilities flashed by like a revolving lantern.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up and a bold idea took shape in his mind.
He stood up suddenly, walked quickly to the table, spread out the map, and began to draw on it.
Returning to the conference room, Mou Xuan's eyes no longer had the previous anxiety, but were replaced by confidence and determination.
"Brothers, I have reconsidered it. The previous plan was indeed inappropriate." Mou Xuan's voice was steady and powerful, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
"Our target this time is the East City Logistics Center, where there are many kinds of supplies. Instead of distributing them equally, it is better to distribute them according to demand! Merchant Ding will be responsible for collecting and managing daily necessities, soldiers Wu will be responsible for weapons and ammunition, doctors Ji will be responsible for medicines and equipment, and refugees Xin will be responsible for basic daily necessities. We will divide the rest equally!"
"Great! Brother Xuan's trick of 'prescribing the right medicine for the right disease' is absolutely amazing!" The transport captain applauded excitedly, and others also expressed their agreement.
Even Ding the businessman, who was always calculative, showed a satisfied smile.
"This time, we must not only return with a full load, but also with zero casualties!" Mou Xuan's tone was firm and powerful, like a reassurance, filling everyone with confidence.
Cheers and exclamations rang out one after another, and the alliance members once again expressed their admiration for Mou Xuan's wisdom and leadership.
Just as everyone was immersed in joy, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open and Scout Yin ran in with a panicked look on his face.
"Report! Ren...Ren forces..." He was panting and his face was pale.
"What happened to the Ren forces?" Mou Xuan's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.
"They... they are gathering their forces... the target... the target seems to be..." Scout Yin spoke intermittently, his voice becoming smaller and smaller.
"Is it also the East City Logistics Center?" Chen Yao's voice was cold, breaking the noise in the conference room.
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