Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Chapter 432: Counterstrike

Having fought off the zombie tide multiple times, Zhang Yi and his team no longer felt the same fear they once did.

These creatures were faster and stronger than ordinary humans but still no match for Superhumans.

Zhang Yi's team was among the most elite in Tianhai City. Against a few thousand zombies, victory was well within their grasp.

Using guerrilla tactics, the group skillfully corralled the horde like shepherd dogs herding sheep, picking them off systematically.

Oblivious to the strategy, the zombies acted purely on instinct, blindly charging toward their attackers—only to be systematically slaughtered.

Zhang Yi wielded his shotgun with precision, blasting apart five or six zombies with each shot. His eightfold speed boost ensured he remained untouchable.

On the perimeter, Hua Hua and Liang Yue carved through the horde with relentless efficiency.

Uncle You and Fatty Xu formed a formidable duo at the frontline, combining fire and ice to control the battlefield and deliver devastating area attacks.

As he fought, Zhang Yi observed the horde closely, searching for signs of the Zombie King—if it was among them or perhaps controlling the horde from a distance.

A creature with advanced intelligence, like the supposed Zombie King, would likely flee if it sensed danger.

True to his suspicions, the horde began to panic once their numbers were halved.

Abruptly, the zombies turned tail, retreating en masse toward the Ci Qu subway station.

“Leaving already? What’s the rush?” Zhang Yi sneered.

He and Hua Hua had already cut off their retreat. The fleeing zombies were met with a massacre.

Hua Hua transformed into a black-bladed war machine, slicing the zombies into chunks of meat.

Zhang Yi’s shotgun, enhanced with his abilities, reduced them to shattered fragments.

Meanwhile, Fatty Xu’s snowstorm slowed their movements, rendering escape nearly impossible.

After 30 minutes of battle, the horde was almost entirely wiped out.

Zhang Yi deliberately spared one zombie, severing its arms and removing its jaw, rendering it harmless.

“What’s the plan, Boss?” Fatty Xu asked as the group gathered around.

Zhang Yi produced a small infrared camera and pressed it into the zombie’s remaining eye socket.

“This horde was a test,” he explained. “I can confirm the Zombie King wasn’t among them, yet it still controlled their actions.”

“These zombies weren’t here to kill us. Their real mission was to gather intel and relay it back to the Zombie King.”

“Every time we kill some, the survivors retreat with information about our tactics. If this continues, they’ll eventually understand our combat methods. When that happens, the true army will descend.”

His voice turned icy as he continued, “We can’t let them dictate the tempo. It’s time to act.”

Pointing to the zombie, he added, “This guy will scout the subway depths for us.”

Understanding his intent, Liang Yue asked, “So, once we know what’s down there, we’ll destroy their nest?”

“Exactly,” Zhang Yi replied without hesitation. “The zombies are evolving. I can’t guarantee they won’t adapt to our tactics. That would put us in extreme danger.”

“The best defense is a good offense. We must strike first.”

With that, he kicked the zombie, sending it sprawling across the snow. It scrambled to its feet and bolted toward the subway entrance.

“Let’s see what kind of news our little friend brings back,” Zhang Yi said with a smirk as he watched it disappear.

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Back inside the Shelter, Zhang Yi and his team gathered around the monitor as the infrared camera transmitted its feed.

The zombie sprinted for several minutes before reaching the Ci Qu subway station.

Plunging into the dark tunnels, the camera feed stabilized after a few seconds.

The screen initially showed only darkness. The infrared lens picked up no heat signatures, indicating no living beings nearby.

For a long time, the monitor displayed nothing but the void.

Then, faint red blips appeared—humanoid shapes glowing faintly against the black backdrop.

One figure became two, then three, then a dense throng.

Soon, the screen was filled with dark red, the individual shapes blurring into a sea of glowing bodies.

Unlike the bright red of human heat signatures, these were dim and eerie, belonging to lifeless corpses infected by the strange virus.

The camera feed moved, revealing more and more of the tunnel’s interior.

The glow intensified, spreading deeper into the frame.

“How many are down there?” Fatty Xu asked, his voice tinged with alarm.

“Think about how many people died in Tianhai City,” Uncle You replied grimly.

“Are you saying every corpse has turned into a zombie? What about us?” Fatty Xu hugged himself nervously, his large frame trembling like a scared child.

Yang Xinxin explained, “Not all corpses become zombies. The virus needs to infect them first.”

“But given enough time, I believe this could happen on a large scale.”

Zhang Yi sighed. “Exactly. Tianhai City has far too many dead. Even if we tried to collect the corpses, there’s no way we could manage millions.”

“That’s why we must go after the source. Killing the Zombie King would alleviate much of this trouble.”

As he spoke, the screen revealed a larger, more distinctive figure among the sea of zombies.

Standing roughly three meters tall, its slender, insect-like body towered over the surrounding horde.

“Is that…?” Liang Yue asked, her voice tense.

The creature’s skeletal frame resembled a massive stick insect, and it moved with unsettling grace.

As they stared, its pale, ghastly face suddenly loomed into the camera.

It smiled—a grotesque, twisted expression that sent chills down their spines.

“Is this the Zombie King?” Zhang Yi whispered, his voice heavy with unease.

Author's Note