"What do you want to eat tonight? It's our last chance. Starting tomorrow, we'll have to be combat-ready.
"When that starts, before the battle is over, hungry people will only be able to eat instant noodles. Anything good can't even be dreamed of, hah!"
At 7.30 in the wasteland, after determining that everything was in place, Su Mo sat at the open deck of the second floor, enjoying a rare moment of rest.
At the moment, all the plans had been completed. The humans were also all eagerly preparing, only waiting for the sound of the war, the three races' horn, to sound on the last day of the tsunami.
On the other side, the foreign terrestrial races and foreign marine races stopped for the time due to yesterday's conflicts.
Although there was occasionally still a little friction, nothing big actually happened.
Of course, Su Mo knew the reality of things.