"I have a somewhat immature idea."
Hearing Chen Zongming's voice, the porridge girl looked up and met his eyes, asking, "What idea?"
"At this point, we should all acknowledge that rescue isn't coming. Even if Mr. Ling remembers us, by the time they can send support, this base's defense will likely be breached. By then, none of us will survive. Rather than that, we might as well take a gamble."
"How do you plan to gamble?"
"Break through," Chen Zongming uttered two words solemnly. "Rather than sitting here waiting to die, we should gather all resources for an attack. I just calculated, there are still over a hundred combat-capable members in the base, along with weapons and ammunition, enough for us to initiate a charge. As long as we open a breach, spread out, and escape into the desert, we'll have a chance at survival."
