Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Chapter 413: The Backstab

Liang Yue returned behind the defensive line, and Zhang Yi finally exhaled in relief. Thankfully, she hadn’t foolishly thrown her life away.

The team retreated toward the Shelter’s entrance under the cover of Zhang Yi’s sniper fire and the protection of the Dimensional Gate. As they regrouped, Zhang Yi glanced toward the Bai Xue Jiao cultists, who were still idly spectating.

“Still watching? Heh.”

Deciding it was time to teach them a lesson, Zhang Yi resolved to make them understand that standing by idly wouldn’t come without consequences.

“Xinxin, aim all remaining firepower at Bai Xue Jiao and fire a volley!”

The defenses on Bai Xue Jiao’s side were largely intact. Zhang Yi hadn’t pressed them hard earlier, and their half-hearted attacks hadn’t caused much damage.

Now that they continued to sit on the sidelines, Zhang Yi had no intention of being polite. He wasn’t about to let anyone swoop in and steal the fruits of his labor.

Yang Xinxin responded crisply, “Understood!”

Zheng Yixian, who had been biding his time, planning to support the winning side, was caught off guard by the sudden barrage. The poorly equipped cultists suffered heavy casualties almost instantly.

“Zhang Yi, you...” Zheng Yixian retreated to the rear of his forces, seething. He understood that Zhang Yi was enraged at their reluctance to commit to the fight.

Meanwhile, soldiers from Chaoyu and Yangsheng Bases were roaring as they pushed forward, converging in the open space before the Shelter. Bai Xue Jiao’s hesitation could no longer continue.

Taking a deep breath, Zheng Yixian murmured, “It’s time to move.”

He realized that Zhang Yi falling here would benefit no one. The other factions were the true enemies of Bai Xue Jiao.

He ordered a group of cultists to advance toward the Shelter.

The Shelter was now completely surrounded. Smoke bombs were thrown all around its perimeter, significantly disrupting Zhang Yi’s sniping capabilities.

To avoid injuring his eyes, Zhang Yi refrained from using infrared vision, wary of potential flashbangs or grenades.

Inside the Shelter, Liang Yue and the others watched the waves of soldiers surrounding them, their nerves tense.

“Zhang Yi, what’s the plan? Do we abandon the upper two floors and retreat underground?” Uncle You asked.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

“No need to panic. The Shelter’s defenses won’t fall so easily,” Zhang Yi reassured him.

As he spoke, a loud rumble echoed outside. Through the dissipating smoke, Zhang Yi caught sight of a massive engineering vehicle slowly advancing, forcing the crowd to part around it.

Frowning, he sensed trouble.

Opening his Spatial Storage, Zhang Yi retrieved crates of grenades and explosives. Protected by the Dimensional Gate, he began tossing them out of the windows.

Explosions erupted in rapid succession, sending bodies and debris flying as screams of terror filled the air.

Crate after crate, Zhang Yi continued to hurl explosives relentlessly. Having emptied West Hill Base’s arsenal, he was never short of munitions.

“You think breaching the first line of defense means victory? How naive!” Zhang Yi sneered, tossing out another bundle of explosives. “The Shelter is my true stronghold!”

Within moments, over a hundred soldiers lay dead, and the rest scattered in panic, unable to retaliate against Zhang Yi’s deadly tactics.

Some tried firing back, but their bullets passed through the Dimensional Gate and fell upon their own comrades.

The repeated blasts eventually cleared the smoke, revealing the engineering vehicle again. Zhang Yi recognized the man driving it: Wu Huairen from the War Dragon Security Company.

An old acquaintance.

“So, they brought him in. No wonder they’re so confident about attacking my Shelter!” Zhang Yi muttered with a hint of malice.

He immediately lobbed grenades at the vehicle. But the engineering vehicle was heavily protected, and Chen Jingguan, Chaoyu Base’s Rubber Man, intercepted the grenades mid-air, deflecting them harmlessly.

Wu Huairen seized the opportunity to maneuver the vehicle to the Shelter’s side. A long mechanical arm extended from the vehicle, releasing a thin blue flame that began cutting into the wall.

Xiao Honglian, observing the operation, issued calm orders: “Spread out and attack from the flanks. Obscure his line of sight!”

Thick mist enveloped the Shelter’s surroundings, further hindering Zhang Yi’s sniping efficiency.

At that moment, Xiao Ai’s alarm sounded in Zhang Yi’s earpiece:

“Warning! Warning! High-temperature cutting detected on the Shelter wall. Damage at 0.001%.”

“Continuous cutting?” Zhang Yi asked, immediately grasping the situation.

“Based on the current rate, full penetration will take 1 hour and 29 minutes,” Xiao Ai reported.

Zhang Yi relaxed slightly. If simply breaking through the wall required so much time, creating an entry point large enough for soldiers would take an entire day.

Plenty of time to inflict massive casualties.

“So they want to go all in, huh? Then let’s see who breaks first!” Zhang Yi growled, redoubling his efforts with grenades and sniper fire.

While the smoke and mist reduced his accuracy, each hit still meant a confirmed kill.

On the first floor, Uncle You and the others, unable to see the action outside, listened anxiously to the faint hissing sound of cutting.

“Boss, should we fall back?” Fatty Xu asked nervously.

“Not yet. Hold your ground,” Zhang Yi replied with calm authority.

In less than 20 minutes, they were surrounded. While it appeared they were on the defensive, Zhang Yi’s team had managed to kill hundreds without losing a single member—a testament to their resilience.

Still, Wu Huairen’s involvement changed the stakes.

Zhang Yi bided his time. He knew Bai Xue Jiao had been lurking, waiting to exploit an opportunity. With the other factions suffering heavy losses, would Bai Xue Jiao let such a chance slip by?

Of course not.

Meanwhile, Xiao Honglian and Wei Dinghai, stationed at the rear, regarded the near-captured Shelter with relief. The battle had been far more grueling than expected.

But with so many soldiers lost, Xiao Honglian thought grimly, “At least we’ll gain access to Zhang Yi’s supplies.”

Just then, Bai Xue Jiao cultists began mingling among the allied forces.

At first, no one found this unusual; Bai Xue Jiao was ostensibly an ally.

However, as over a hundred cultists spread out, smiles lit their faces.

One cultist casually draped an arm around a soldier from Yangsheng Base, chatting amicably. Without warning, he reached for a trigger on his body.

The bombs strapped to him detonated, engulfing soldiers from both factions in a massive explosion.

Author's Note