Fang Heng thought for a moment, then opened the exchange column and selected to exchange for a combat shovel.

The combat shovel was needed for accelerated ore digging, and the deep crimson crystal, which had just been discovered, also required the use of a zombie clone for mining. The combat shovel would undoubtedly greatly improve efficiency.

Wait!

Fang Heng suddenly noticed something.

A newly spawned special mission?

Material transportation?

Mission: Material transportation.

Description: Some front-line combat zones are lacking war materials. Players are required to deliver the corresponding materials to the front-line area and hand them over to the designated personnel.

Additional description: If the mission fails, the player’s personal contribution points and honor points will be deducted.

Transporting a batch of materials to the front-line battlefield?

Fang Heng took a rough look.

It seemed quite simple, and players could gain contribution points based on the amount and frequency of the delivery, earning quite a bit in one go.

Unfortunately, this was a mission issued by the Federation, and completing it would not grant personal honor points.

Fang Heng was analyzing the mission rewards when he heard footsteps behind him and turned to look.

A middle-aged man wearing a Federation military uniform was staring at him.

"Is something wrong?"

Gorn, unaware of Fang Heng’s situation, found it strange, wondering when such a peculiar person had come aboard the ship.

"I’m Deputy Captain Gorn. And you? Who are you?"

"Oh, hello Captain. I’m Fang Heng, here to help as ordered."

Help?

Gorn raised an eyebrow, confused, and asked, "Who sent you here?"

"Instructor Benny."

Upon hearing this, Gorn’s expression changed slightly.

Instructor Benny had a great reputation in the military department.

Was someone personally recommended by him? Was there something special about this person?

At that moment, the ship’s large iron doors opened.

More than 100 elite Federation soldiers, led by Captain Boyd, entered the ship.

Captain Boyd quickly counted the number of soldiers, then walked up to Gorn and reported, "Captain Gorn! Captain Boyd Hayes of the Second Corps reports!"

"Good work. The reinforcement team from the C-29 district has detected anomalous mutation reactions in a mutant worm nest. You must immediately go and provide reinforcement. Get ready to depart urgently after preparations."

"Understood!"

"Boyd, the situation in this star zone is extremely dangerous. Ensure your safety and hurry up to destroy the worm nest."

"Yes!"

Boyd’s expression grew serious as he nodded, calling the nearby Federation soldiers, "Prepare the combat supplies! Get ready to depart in five minutes!"

Gorn, the Deputy Captain, watched as Boyd’s team left and turned to speak to Fang Heng.

Huh?

Where did that kid go?

He looked around, but Fang Heng had vanished.

Gorn looked at a soldier by the mainframe and asked, "Where’s the player who was just here?"

"Report, Captain. Fang Heng just left. He seems to have taken the material transportation mission and was asking me where to pick up the materials."

"Ah? Material transportation?"

Gorn was momentarily confused.

The missions were automatically issued by the Federation through the mainframe, and some urgent missions would automatically sync with the commission platform. However, Gorn had never expected anyone to accept it.

After all, those who could board the ship were all Federation personnel, operating under the command of the Captain and the Federation.

No one had expected the new player, Fang Heng, to accept a mission.

So this kid was from the logistics class?

Indeed, logistics was a crucial profession on the battlefield.

With the front-line battle heating up and many materials unable to be delivered, the consumption of ammunition was enormous. The transition systems at the front line were disrupted by mutant worms and could not be used. Even with the continuous transport of materials by transport aircraft, it was still insufficient.

If Fang Heng could indeed help, it would be far more reliable than recruiting a group of soldiers to transport materials.

Gorn instinctively thought of Fang Heng as a logistics player and didn’t dwell on it. He immediately said, "Gather the personnel, rest for an hour, and then prepare to head to Area A for reinforcement. The Captain’s situation isn’t looking good, and we don’t have much time."

"Yes!"

Meanwhile, Fang Heng followed the soldier to the front section of the ship to the materials distribution warehouse.

Inside the warehouse, several Federation soldiers were directing small mechanical transport robots to load materials onto small transport ships.

Boxes of packaged energy ammunition, tactical energy supplements, and powerful stimulants were packed into wooden crates and placed into automatic transport machines.

Once the loading was complete, the transport machines took off from the deck and flew out to transport the materials.

"Some stuff..."

Fang Heng muttered to himself, glancing at the large stack of boxes on his right.

"Mr. Fang Heng, these materials need to be delivered to War Zone A-55 as quickly as possible. It’s very urgent, please be ready. You must deliver them within 90 minutes, or you may delay the operation."

The soldier said, looking at Fang Heng with a slightly strange expression.

Usually, such transport missions were either assigned to transport ships, making multiple trips back and forth, or an entire team would escort the materials.

But now, it was just him?

How would he carry them?

If the supplies were delayed, it could cause problems for the battle.

Fang Heng looked around and asked, "Could I borrow the transport robots and transport ships on the vessel?"

"Sorry, all of our transport ships are currently in urgent use. We don’t have any spare ships to lend you. Additionally, all the positions for transport ships on the ship are fully loaded, so even if you exchange for a transport ship through the mainframe, you won’t be able to unload or recharge it inside the base."

The soldier’s expression grew serious. After a pause, he continued, "As for the transport robots, although we don’t have extra robots available, you can use contribution points to request them from the mainframe. The robots you exchange for will arrive together with the transition assistance every ten minutes."

"The ship will provide free charging services for your transport robots, but please be careful. Small transport robots consume a lot of power and have very low defense capabilities. The theoretical operating time after leaving the base’s charging area is only 120 minutes. There may also be fluctuations due to environmental impacts and weight-bearing. Please be cautious. Small transport robots are not suitable for long-distance transportation."

"Thank you."

Fang Heng nodded in gratitude.

With so many large boxes, there was no way he could carry them on his own.

He certainly couldn’t have the zombie clone carry them either.

If the clone were detected with traces of the Seed of Ouroboros, he wouldn’t even know how to handle it.

So would he have to keep investing contribution points to exchange for transport robots?

Fortunately, after taking down a mutant worm nest earlier, he had earned nearly 80,000 contribution points, so he was still in a good position.

Fang Heng went to the mainframe and checked the exchange column for the available war machines.

The prices were shocking.

The price for a small transport drone was already considered relatively cheap, costing 200 points. Other combat-related machines were much more expensive, ranging from thousands to tens of thousands of points.

Additionally, the mechanical units would require extra transition fees for teleportation.