Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Bian Junwu addressed the group calmly.

“You don’t need to eliminate the entire horde. Just hold them off long enough to give our investigation team a chance.”

“Once we head underground and eliminate the Zombie King, the horde will lose its coordination and become much easier to handle.”

Xing Tian shook his head in disbelief.

“Ten thousand zombies? Even more? Even without coordination, that’s still overwhelming! Heck, we couldn’t catch ten thousand pigs in three days, let alone zombies.”

“Stay focused!” Bian Junwu snapped.

“Their numbers work to our advantage. It’s a rare opportunity to wipe them out in one strike.”

“Endure now, and we’ll reap the rewards later.”

Xiao Honglian folded her arms, her expression grim.

“I just hope we can hold out long enough. Otherwise, the horde will drown us, and we’ll all die here.”

No one in the group was naive. Bian Junwu’s estimate of 100,000 zombies was clearly an understatement. The reality was bound to be far worse.

In the past, their underground bases had provided an escape route. But here, at the Followers of the Snow God’s camp, they had no fallback positions—only a vulnerable group of ordinary followers to protect.

While no one cared much about the followers, letting the zombies breach their defenses would shatter the coalition’s battle line, leaving everyone to perish. Reluctantly, they resolved to defend against the horde with everything they had.

Bian Junwu adjusted his dark glasses.

“If you think your defensive position is too demanding, you can swap with others. Or,” he added, glancing at Xiao Honglian, “take our mission instead.”

Xiao Honglian’s expression turned uneasy.

Defending against the horde was difficult, but it was nothing compared to the investigation team’s task—venturing underground to confront hordes of armored zombies and who knew what else.

The seven-member investigation team was made up of elite fighters, each at least second-in-command level within their respective factions. At least three of them, Zhang Yi suspected, were on par with the most powerful faction leaders like Xiao Honglian.

As for Bian Junwu himself, his combat prowess was widely acknowledged as unrivaled among Tianhai City’s superhumans—at least outwardly. Alongside him was Baili Changqing, his seemingly harmless yet enigmatic second-in-command.

Xiao Honglian sighed. “I understand. At this point, we have no choice but to fight. Captain Bian, we’re counting on your team for this.”

“Of course,” Bian Junwu replied evenly.

As defenses were bolstered, the atmosphere grew heavier. Everyone knew the outcome of the battle would determine the survival of Tianhai City.

Failure meant the city would become a wasteland, likely prompting the Jiangnan District to use the Lover’s Death Reaper—a weapon capable of erasing the city from the map.

Even Zhang Yi, who had initially taken a lighter approach, began to feel the tension. What would he do if they failed? His only option might be to use Dimensional Gate to escape with his close allies and later return for Yang Xinxin and the others.

With these concerns in mind, Zhang Yi sought out Bian Junwu.

“Captain Bian, I have a question. May I ask for your insight?”

Bian Junwu, who valued Zhang Yi’s potential, nodded.

“Go ahead.”

“If we know that taking out the Zombie King will end the crisis, why hasn’t Jiangnan District sent reinforcements? Wouldn’t a squad of their elite forces be able to handle this easily, sparing us from such a burden?” řАꞐỒᛒÊṢ

Zhang Yi clarified, “I don’t mean to sound entitled. But with the district’s strength, this situation shouldn’t be so hard to resolve. Why put us under so much pressure?”

Jiangnan District governed all cities in its region and had a vested interest in preserving lives—human resources were invaluable in the apocalypse.

Zhang Yi believed they wouldn’t want excessive casualties in Tianhai City, which was why they had dispatched the investigation team in the first place.

Bian Junwu chuckled at the question and looked at Zhang Yi.

“Do you think the situation in Tianhai City is dire?”

Zhang Yi hesitated. “Isn’t it? A zombie outbreak of this scale could turn the city into a dead zone and threaten nearby regions.”

“Not really,” Bian Junwu replied with a stern expression.

“Tianhai City is just an ordinary place in the grand scheme of Jiangnan District. It’s not particularly significant.”

“New problems arise across the district every day—superhumans, mutated creatures, and inexplicable phenomena. This era of mutations has made the world chaotic.”

“The district has limited investigation teams and resources. Unless a situation becomes utterly unmanageable, they won’t mobilize a large force to intervene.”

He patted Zhang Yi’s shoulder.

“This world is vast, far bigger than Tianhai City. If you ever travel beyond here, you’ll realize this place is relatively stable.”

“In the heartlands, along rivers and mountains, true horrors roam.”

Zhang Yi’s curiosity was piqued, but he felt reluctant to leave Tianhai City. He shook his head.

“I’m a homebody. I’m fine staying here.”

Bian Junwu smirked. “If you ever change your mind, you can…” He paused, reconsidering his words. Given his condition, he wasn’t sure how much longer he had left.

“Well, let’s deal with the zombies first. We can talk afterward.”

As days passed, the area around the Followers of the Snow God’s camp remained eerily quiet. The barren landscape seemed devoid of zombies, giving the illusion they had vanished from Tianhai City entirely.

But Zhang Yi and the others knew better. The horde wasn’t gone—it was consolidating its forces for a decisive strike.

Finally, on the fifth night, the horde arrived.

The first to detect them were Bian Junwu’s sentries, who had access to the advanced Xingyun satellite system, capable of real-time monitoring across Tianhai City.

When hordes of zombies began pouring from three subway entrances around the camp, Bian Junwu immediately sounded the alarm.

“The horde is here! Prepare for battle!”

Author’s Note