Time flew by.
Two days hurried past.
The great war between the Human Race and the Alien Race also concluded amidst gun smoke and wailing.
At Ming Shan Star, in the command room,
Various powers of the Human Race were holding a post-battle summary meeting.
"This time, in the battle with the Alien Race, the casualties on both sides reached 8 million, both suffering heavy losses," Xia Weiwei said gravely, "The Alien Race's technology is behind ours, and they are no match for us in intergalactic warfare, but we are not their match in close-quarters combat. Now our ammunition is running low, so what should we do next!?"
Liao Yunchuan raised his hand, "It's simple, just have the higher-ups allocate more ammunition, and we can wipe them out in space."
"Are you an idiot, Mr. Liao!?" Mo Junlin curled his lip, "The Dark Elves are the number one enemy of our Human Race. Using so much ammunition against the Alien Race is making a mountain out of a molehill!"