Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Seeing Zheng Yixian relent, Bian Junwu adjusted his sunglasses with a composed expression.

“Don’t worry. I’ve already devised a plan.”

Since their enemy this time was a group of low-intelligence creatures, formulating the strategy had been relatively straightforward.

With a thorough understanding of the zombie horde’s structure and behavior, Bian Junwu had crafted a clear plan.

He began explaining his approach to the group.

First, once everyone was gathered at the Bai Xue Jiao’s location, the goal would be to attract all the zombies in Tianhai City to converge there.

Due to spatial differences, the zombie hordes would arrive at varying speeds.

The five factions would take defensive positions around the Bai Xue Jiao, luring the hordes into attacking. Meanwhile, Bian Junwu’s seven-person decapitation team would infiltrate the subway tunnels to eliminate the Zombie King.

This plan had already succeeded once, proving its feasibility.

“The basic idea is simple,” Bian Junwu said.

“Our strategy is similar to encircling reinforcements to destroy the horde, but in this case, it’s more like baiting them into a trap.”

He allowed himself a rare smile, though it was a cold one.

Xing Tian rolled his eyes.

“So, in short, we’re the bait to lure the zombies, huh?”

“Exactly. It’s a massive trap, and we’re waiting for the zombie hordes to walk right in,” Bian Junwu replied calmly, exuding confidence.

“Since they’re low-intelligence creatures, as long as we use the right approach, dealing with them won’t be as difficult as it seems.”

While his tone was reassuring, everyone present felt the immense pressure of the situation.

Zhang Yi voiced his concerns.

“Sure, it sounds simple. But if we attract all the zombies in Tianhai City, how many are we talking about here?

“Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands?”

He gestured around.

“With just us and these makeshift defenses, the pressure will be enormous.”

Though Zhang Yi wasn’t afraid of zombies, the sheer numbers could be overwhelming. Fighting in the Bai Xue Jiao’s urban setting, devoid of the sturdy defenses of a shelter, was far from ideal. Ŗ𝔞ΝỔ₿Ęᶊ

Bian Junwu met his concerns with unwavering resolve.

“That’s why I call on all of you to fight to the death. This is for your home. Fight with everything you have!”

Zhang Yi shrugged.

“Fair enough. It’s our territory. Solving the zombie crisis benefits the five factions the most.”

Zheng Yixian cast a skeptical glance around the room.

“What if someone intentionally holds back during the fight, letting the Bai Xue Jiao bear the brunt of the losses?”

Xiao Honglian scoffed.

“Zheng Yixian, stop with your paranoia!

“When the zombie hordes come, who would dare hold back? That’d be suicide!”

After considering her words, Zheng Yixian had to admit the logic was sound. No one would risk sabotaging their own survival.

Bian Junwu addressed the group.

“Does anyone else have objections?”

Zhang Yi and the others shook their heads. After all, the battle wasn’t taking place on their turf.

Finally, Yuan Kongye, who had remained silent until now, spoke up.

“While luring the zombies, I want the non-combatants—especially the children—to be protected.”

Her voice was calm but resolute.

The Bai Xue Jiao’s followers were unafraid of death. Many were willing to sacrifice themselves for their faith. However, the cult also included many women and children who couldn’t fight. It was unthinkable to let them be torn apart by the zombies.

Bian Junwu’s expression briefly softened before returning to its usual coldness.

“Fine. Where’s the safest place in your area? Clear it out for the children—anyone ten and under, not including those aged ten, can stay there.”

“As for everyone else, they must assist in defending against the zombie horde.”

This meant only the youngest children would be sheltered. Everyone else would serve as bait.

Zhang Yi considered Zhou Ke’er and decided to have her stay close to him. He didn’t mention it now, but as a faction leader, he had the authority to make such arrangements.

Yuan Kongye responded, “We’ll use the cathedral as the safe zone.”

She clasped her hands in prayer, gazing devoutly at the cross hanging above the altar.

“The gods will protect their faithful.”

St. John’s Cathedral, situated at the heart of the Bai Xue Jiao’s territory, was its safest location.

If the enemy breached this area, it would mean the situation was dire.

The cathedral also had a basement that could serve as a last resort hiding place.

Since the Bai Xue Jiao knew the area best, everyone accepted Yuan Kongye’s proposal without objection.

The consensus was reached: the five factions would draw the zombie hordes while the investigation team focused on eliminating the Zombie King.

The most dangerous task—facing the Zombie King and its Bronze Armored Zombie guards—was left to the investigation team. No one objected, as no other faction had the capability to handle it.

Even Zhang Yi, confident as he was, wouldn’t claim to be up to the task.

With the agreement finalized, Bian Junwu began assigning defensive positions.

Each faction was tasked with guarding one direction—east, south, west, or north.

Zhang Yi’s small, elite team was designated as a special operations unit, free to move and provide support wherever needed.

The factions hashed out minor disputes over defensive responsibilities before settling on a cohesive plan.

Bian Junwu distributed advanced communication devices to each group. These high-tech gadgets connected to the Xingyun Satellite System, ensuring reliable communication even in adverse conditions.

“Communication is critical on the battlefield. This equipment will keep the factions coordinated and responsive,” Bian Junwu explained.

He also issued a final reminder:

“This battle could last a long time—certainly more than a day or two. Prepare for a prolonged conflict.”

Everyone nodded. The gravity of the situation was clear. They were baiting the entire city’s zombie population into one area, and the outcome depended on timing and numbers they couldn’t predict.

For the foreseeable future, this was where they would live and fight.

Zhang Yi, however, remained unfazed. Though the conditions here were far worse than those of the shelter, he had plenty of supplies and a snow vehicle with heat, ensuring he wouldn’t suffer too much.

Author’s Note