Chapter 442:

"After all, they're just bandits, not a proper military force—how could they accomplish anything? The 200,000 rounds of ammo in the reserve must have been wasted..."

Richard silently assessed the situation. He had been waiting there since 6 p.m., watching the defeated soldiers of Hope Town return from the front lines, all in a miserable state. Some teams were even drenched in blood, their spirits visibly broken, as if they were utterly exhausted.

Hope Town was indeed impressive in post-apocalyptic reconstruction, likely thanks to the substantial resources of Renaissance County backing it. However, when it came to combat, they ultimately fell short.

He put on a sympathetic expression and offered a few cursory words of encouragement before getting to the point:

"Commander Jackman, I have an official document from the government. We sincerely hope to collaborate with you."

It was already 8 p.m., and he should have completed his mission long ago, returning with the task results to Lakesid