Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Chapter 291: Stealth Attack on the Base

Chapter 291: Stealth Attack on the Base

The atmosphere in Xu Family Town was distinctly polarized.

The villagers were on edge, their faces blank with fear. Although they didn't need to work outside, they still had tasks assigned by the Special Forces Team, such as preparing food or fulfilling personal requests for some team members. In the past, these soldiers had been well-trained and strictly disciplined, but after the apocalypse, human nature gradually eroded with each twisted event. When one gains control over another's life and death, moral boundaries blur.

The bitter cold kept most people indoors, leaving only a few soldiers on guard. Yet, after a long period of peace, they didn’t believe any enemy would attack.

After all, they were the elite Special Forces Team from West Hill Base! Even in all of Tianhai City, their strength was unmatched. Their mission this time was to deal with a coward hiding in a shelter, too afraid to come out. No one would ever expect that a Superhuman from that shelter would dare launch an attack, especially against their main base.

A soldier patrolling the edge of the village held his gun, pacing slowly. Suddenly, he noticed a white figure in the distance. Upon closer inspection, he saw a captain’s insignia on the person's shoulder.

(The combat suit Zhang Yi wore was modeled after Liu Ziyang and Xie Huanhuan's, complete with a captain's insignia.)

The soldier thought it was his captain returning from the front lines and immediately saluted.

“Captain!”

The person in the combat suit approached, nodding slowly. Just as the guard let his guard down, a flash of a blade sliced across his throat.

“Urgh…”

Clutching his neck in disbelief, the guard collapsed onto the snow, eyes filled with terror. Zhang Yi stepped forward and finished him off with a precise strike through the skull, ensuring his death.

“That’s the fourth. Now, all the guards around Xu Family Town are dead,” Zhang Yi remarked calmly.

Although he and Hua Hua could easily kill all the Special Forces members in the village, a chaotic battle would complicate things and introduce unnecessary risks, possibly alerting the captains across the river. Zhang Yi was here to kill, not play the hero.

After storing the body in his spatial dimension, Zhang Yi cleaned the blood from his clothes with the snow and casually walked further into the village.

At the southwest corner of Xu Family Town, a Special Forces soldier suddenly burst into a snow hut. The man of the house had been drafted to dig tunnels, leaving only his young wife at home. The soldier entered, quickly covering the woman’s mouth to stifle any screams.

“Sister, I’ve been having a rough time lately. Help me out!” The soldier’s gaze swept over her body with a hint of lust. Though she was bundled up in thick clothes, her pale, frozen face wasn’t exactly beautiful, but to a soldier deprived for days, she was more than enough to satisfy.

The woman trembled in fear, her body shaking. “You... you can’t do this.”

The soldier impatiently shoved her onto the bed, roughly tearing at her clothes.

“You better cooperate, or the consequences will be beyond what you can handle!” He didn’t want to make a scene. Even if the upper officers in the Special Forces Team found out, at most he’d get a slap on the wrist, but being called out for such behavior would bring him shame in front of his peers.

The woman sobbed quietly, knowing she was powerless to resist. She tightly closed her eyes, resigned to whatever was about to happen. As the soldier struggled to remove her many layers, his breath grew heavier.

“So cold... it’s freezing. Couldn’t we at least cover ourselves with a blanket first?” The woman, nearly numb from the cold, could barely feel anything.

“Damn! Even in this hellhole, I have to grit my teeth to do this. Way worse than back at the base!” the soldier grumbled. Still, it was an urgent situation—he needed a quick release, not a full experience.

Soon, muffled sobs and suppressed whispers filled the room, catching the attention of a passerby. The snow huts were partially buried underground and had no doors, with ice bricks used to block them at night. But since it was daytime, the soldier hadn’t bothered to close off the entrance.

The passerby peered in and smirked, then quietly stepped inside.

The soldier, in the middle of his assault, paused at the sound, turning his head to see another Special Forces Team member standing there, fully geared up. The only odd thing was that the newcomer was wearing a helmet, even though there was no active mission.

“Hey, man, don’t interrupt my fun! If you want a woman, go find one yourself—I’m not into threesomes,” the soldier joked, turning back to his task, completely unfazed.

But in the next moment, a bright blade pierced through his left chest, skewering both him and the woman beneath him, pinning them to the bed.

The long sword had impaled them both, and steaming blood dripped down its blade. Zhang Yi casually pulled the sword out, flicking the blood onto the floor. The soldier, with his heart pierced, died instantly. The woman, her lungs punctured, coughed up blood and quickly died from blood loss and the cold.

Zhang Yi had to kill her—otherwise, in her panic, she would have screamed, blowing his cover. She was part of Xu Family Town, so there was no such thing as innocence. The enemy’s allies were enemies themselves.

To avoid alerting others, Zhang Yi stored the two bodies in his spatial dimension. He then walked out of the snow hut as if nothing had happened, heading towards the area where the West Hill Base soldiers were stationed.

Xu Family Town had been peaceful for too long. The soldiers left here had no sense of danger. In their free time, they gathered to play cards or mess around with handheld gaming consoles. Zhang Yi had already gotten all the information he needed from Liang Yue, so there was no need to search blindly.

Zhang Yi strolled through the village. Despite his helmet, no one found it suspicious because of the cold and his white combat suit. The only odd thing was the large, muscular tabby cat walking beside him—cats were rarely seen these days, as they weren’t as useful as dogs and often ended up as food. Such a robust tabby cat was even rarer.

Walking up to a snow hut where soldiers were stationed, Zhang Yi could hear lively chatter inside.

“Are you playing or not? If not, I’m taking the win!”

“Win? I’ll bomb you! Let’s see how smug you are!”

“What the hell? You actually have a bomb!”

It was clear they were engrossed in their card game. Zhang Yi casually walked in.

Inside, five or six soldiers were gathered around a table playing cards, while two others watched and occasionally chimed in. Someone glanced at Zhang Yi as he entered, casually remarking, “Isn’t it stuffy wearing a helmet?”

But since it was cold outside, wearing a helmet didn’t seem too strange.

Zhang Yi said nothing, walking quietly over to them. Everyone was too absorbed in their game to pay him any attention. The stakes were high—cigarettes, a rare luxury even at West Hill Base, had them all playing with fiery intensity.

In a flash, Zhang Yi activated his ability and drew out the Loong Roar Sword from his spatial dimension. The sword gleamed as it sliced through the air, instantly beheading two soldiers.

Their heads tumbled onto the table, disrupting the game. The six remaining soldiers, despite their shock, instinctively reached for their guns. But even the most well-trained soldiers couldn’t match Zhang Yi’s speed. Like a ghost, he darted forward, killing two more with swift strikes.

The last two survivors hadn’t even pulled the trigger when a black shadow streaked past, tearing their throats open!

Hua Hua leapt gracefully onto the table, its eyes glowing with bloodlust. In a matter of moments, Zhang Yi and Hua Hua had slaughtered all six soldiers without giving them a chance to make a sound.

Zhang Yi stored the bodies and quickly cleaned up the blood. His waterproof combat suit made wiping off the blood easy. After finishing, he strolled out and headed to the next building.

The freezing cold kept most soldiers inside, making Xu Family Town eerily quiet—perfect for Zhang Yi’s mission.

His next target was the communications unit’s residence. These soldiers weren’t combat experts but skilled in computer systems, responsible for maintaining contact with West Hill Base and managing various network issues for the Special Forces. Inside the room were two female soldiers and one man with gold-rimmed glasses.

As Zhang Yi entered, they saluted him without hesitation. He returned their gesture with a swift, painless death.

The process was simple: pretend to be an ally, activate his ability, kill, and clean up. Then move on to the next building.

One by one, Zhang Yi silently killed the West Hill Base Special Forces members. But after he had slain more than ten soldiers, the thick smell of blood began to stir the military dogs housed nearby. Their frenzied barking echoed through the village, alerting the remaining soldiers to the danger.

Author's Note