When a person is about to die, there's no time to think too much.
Even if the shell is almost overhead, he hasn't thought about how the other party might spare his life. It's not like a snap of the fingers will make the shell turn elsewhere, right?
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"1,201,000 units of iron ore, 1,080,000 units of copper ore, 10,000 units of wood."
"Various living supplies, numerous."
"More than 700 survivors."
"..."
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Time was tight, and those living supplies were not carefully counted. Zhang Yi and Zhang Er threw them into the fridge, primarily counting various resources.
No Murphy Stone and no blueprints.
But there were indeed a lot of resources.
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Chen Mang stepped back into his train compartment with large strides.
He glanced at the Train Resource Panel.
"3,101,000 units of iron ore, 2,235,000 units of copper ore, 1,509,000 units of wood, 4,480,000 units of Red Heart Rock."
There were those two volleys just now.
He fired 800 shells, consuming 140,000 units of copper ore.
