"We've tried multiple variations, General," Liu Feng replied, his tone careful.
"The soil quality has deteriorated rapidly, and the hybrid seeds we salvaged were compromised during storage. We've exhausted almost all the methods we know."
The general closed his eyes for a moment, breathing heavily.
The hybrid seeds were supposed to be their last hope, a chance to grow crops that could survive the harsh conditions of the apocalypse.
But now, it seemed like that hope was slipping away.
"What about the reserve seeds from the agricultural vault?" Wang Qingshan asked though he knew the answer already.
"They're nearly gone, sir," Liu Feng said.
"We've used most of them in previous attempts. We might have enough for one final trial, but the odds are not in our favor."
Wang Qingshan cursed under his breath.
They had nothing left to barter with except land, and even that had its limits.
