Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Chapter 313 : Final Battle at West Hill

After Ge Rou left, Liang Yue quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness… thank goodness I wasn’t exposed!"

If she had been, everything would have been for nothing.

Liang Yue didn't agree with Ge Rou’s philosophy. She believed that even in the apocalypse, society shouldn't devolve into social Darwinism. If it did, humanity would be doomed. At the very least, she could never abandon her students.

"It looks like she already suspects me, but without evidence, she won’t take any action for now."

"No matter. By tomorrow, I’ll be out of this hellhole!"

With a determined glint in her eyes, Liang Yue tried to act as though nothing had happened and returned to her room.

…

This was destined to be an extraordinary day.

Though everything appeared calm on the surface, without any visible ripples, Zhang Yi and the others understood that something critical, something that would determine their future, was about to happen.

That night, Zhang Yi and his companions took melatonin to get a good night’s sleep and set alarms to wake up on time.

The night passed uneventfully.

The next morning arrived quickly.

Zhang Yi and his group slept in until around ten due to their late-night strategy session the evening before. When they got up, Zhou Haimei, Yang Mi, and Zhou Ke’er had already prepared a feast for lunch.

While they ate, Zhang Yi and the others went over their battle plan once more, ensuring that each phase would go off without a hitch.

Zhang Yi placed a fish dish by his plate, and Hua Hua jumped onto the table, joining in on the meal. Everyone was used to Zhang Yi doting on Hua Hua.

"According to the plan, the missile strike is set for midnight tonight," Zhang Yi said.

"We’ll get into position early, lying in wait nearby. Once the missile strike hits, Liang Yue and her team will try to escape in the chaos."

He tapped the table forcefully. "We wait for Liang Yue and her team to make their move. If they don’t, that means something’s wrong on their end. If that happens, we’ll abandon the plan without hesitation!"

"Even though we’re well-versed in the layout of West Hill Base, once inside, we could still get lost. We need someone to guide us."

Uncle You and Fatty Xu nodded emphatically, fully endorsing Zhang Yi’s approach.

"Then, as planned, we’ll blend into the crowd, plant the explosives, and escape."

"If anything unexpected comes up, don’t hesitate. Just run!"

"Remember, safety first. There’s no need to take unnecessary risks."

Zhang Yi was most concerned about preserving his own life.

Fatty Xu nodded vigorously, showing his complete agreement.

Uncle You said seriously, "So, for this mission to succeed, we have to ensure we rescue Liang Yue and her students, right?"

Zhang Yi scoffed.

"Honestly?"

Liang Yue’s students didn’t matter much to him. But without Liang Yue, the rest of the plan would be hard to execute.

"Think of it that way if you like, but Liang Yue’s the priority, not her students."

The group went over the plan repeatedly, analyzing every possible scenario to ensure they stayed safe at all times.

"Finally, there’s one more crucial point!"

Zhang Yi looked earnestly at Uncle You, Fatty Xu, and Hua Hua. Hua Hua, sensing his gaze, lifted her head from her fish and looked back at Zhang Yi.

"We’ll be fighting amidst the confusion in their base, so they won’t be able to use their heavy weaponry. As for the regular soldiers with firearms, I can handle them."

"But the biggest issue is their six Superhumans."

He looked at them with anticipation. "I’m planning to use a strategy like Tian Ji’s Horse Racing to counter them."

"Of course, if we can outrun them, we should. If not, we’ll engage as a last resort."

…

The wait was agonizing.

That day felt endlessly longer than usual.

Zhang Yi, Uncle You, and the others checked their equipment repeatedly.

Yang Xinxin stayed in front of her computer, monitoring West Hill Base’s network to make sure there were no surprises.

As darkness fell, Zhang Yi glanced at his watch—it was 8:00 p.m.

Driving in the dark required caution to avoid drawing attention. From here, it would take roughly three hours to cover the 50 kilometers to West Hill Base.

"It’s time. Let’s move out!"

Zhang Yi abruptly stood up from the sofa.

A look of resolve flashed in Uncle You and Fatty Xu’s eyes as they bit their lips and got to their feet.

The women walked over.

Yang Mi and the others embraced Zhang Yi gently. "Zhang Yi, we’ll be here waiting for you to come back safe and sound!"

Zhang Yi smiled, kissing each of them goodbye.

"Don’t worry; if I’m known for one thing, it’s self-preservation. I’ll be fine!"

Zhou Haimei exchanged a few words with Uncle You, adjusting his clothes with a reluctant gaze.

For these women, deep bonds had formed with the men in their lives—whether from dependence or something else. They knew that without them, surviving in this apocalyptic world would be even harder.

Only Fatty Xu was on his own. Pulling out his phone, he opened an app, and a virtual anime girl popped up, encouraging him with a cheerful, "Anata, ganbatte!"

Fatty Xu grinned. "Eri, I’ll complete the mission and come back safe!"

Just as they were about to leave, Zhou Ke’er held Zhang Yi’s hand, her expression worried. "How about I come with you? If any of you get injured, I can help with the treatment."

But Zhang Yi shook his head. "If we run into trouble, it’ll likely be against Superhumans. You wouldn’t be able to help much in that case."

"We’ve got emergency medical supplies on hand, so we’ll manage."

Zhou Ke’er understood, though he didn’t spell it out. If she went along as a regular person, she could become a liability.

She looked at him with concern. "Alright, but don’t forget to use the medicine I prepared for you."

Zhang Yi nodded. "Don’t worry, I won’t."

The three left the safehouse, descending the stairs into the dark night.

Zhang Yi pulled out their snow vehicle, climbed into the driver’s seat, and started the engine.

Dressed in all-white combat gear, they could easily be mistaken for members of West Hill Base’s Special Forces Team.

As the snow vehicle roared to life, they headed off into the snowy night, straight toward West Hill Base.

Author's Note