In the end of the ice age, I hoarded tens of billions of supplies

Jiangnan Region Headquarters.

blizzard city.

Zhu Zheng held a communicator in his hand and was talking to Situ Xin, the deputy director of the frontline operations department.

After hearing Situ Xin's report, Zhu Zheng also looked a little moved.

"Oh? Is Chaos' performance so exaggerated? He even killed the number three figure in the Chains of Hell?"

There was joy in his expression, but also a hint of sadness.

The joy is because the overall strength of Jiangnan Region will be improved to a higher level because of Zhang Yi's presence.

The reason for melancholy is that Zhang Yi’s relationship with him is still aloof.

Since being betrayed by Gao Changkong, Zhu Zheng has become more defensive and will not trust anyone easily.

But soon, he straightened his expression and said to Situ Xin with a smile: "This is a good thing. Tell Chaos that the hope of Jiangnan Region is pinned on him!"

"Let him do his best, but give priority to protecting his own safety. Let the Donghai Region do the front-on struggle."

Zhu Zheng's words were very nice, but he also knew that if he didn't say that, Zhang Yi would definitely do that.

After ending the call, he looked at the open space in front of him, his eyes becoming serious.

In the ice and snow, a row of prisoners knelt on the cold ground, their bodies tightly bound.

A firing squad of men with rifles pointed at them.

"Is it time for execution?"

Zhu Zheng turned to look at Secretary Lan Xincheng next to him.

Lan Xincheng glanced at his watch, lowered his head and said to Zhu Zheng, "It's already here."

Zhu Zheng nodded: "Then let's execute him!"

Lan Xincheng stepped forward in black military boots. He looked at the group of prisoners in front of him coldly and yelled: "You hateful criminals! Blizzard City saved you from the land of suffering and gave you food." and warm shelter.”

"But you don't want to be grateful, and you actually intend to rebel. This is an unpardonable crime!"

"Before you die, is there anything else you want to say?"

Even in the apocalypse, Blizzard City is very strict about executions.

Because any unfair killing may cause turmoil in people's hearts.

What Zhu Zheng is most worried about is a crisis of trust in Blizzard City.

When the criminals kneeling on the ground heard these words, some looked sad and cried bitterly.

But there were also people who looked up to the sky and laughed, with disdain on their faces.

A big man with a beard scolded: "Bah! Why are you pretending to be good people!"

"I thought we were living well outside and providing for food and clothing on our own. But we ended up believing your lies and ended up in this prison."

He gritted his silver teeth and stared at Lan Xincheng and Zhu Zheng, two well-dressed big men.

"After we came here, we were treated like pigs and dogs by you! We were made to do the most despicable job! If I had known that this would happen, I shouldn't have listened to your nonsense!"

When Lan Xincheng heard this, he sneered.

He carelessly arranged the deerskin gloves on his hands and said calmly: "Don't always think about what Blizzard City can give you, but first think about what you can do for Blizzard City."

"You don't know how to be grateful. Instead, you gather people to cause chaos. You deserve what you have today!"

The bearded man spat fiercely, "We just got together to fight for our rights as human beings! We didn't even think about rebellion, so you just arrested people and executed us."

"That's all, why bother to accuse someone? The only fault is that we were blind in the first place!"

Lan Xincheng smiled contemptuously and said to the executioners around him: "Let's execute!"

Following a burst of intense gunfire, the row of prisoners was soon beaten into a sieve.

However, a few people did not die.

They turned out to be several enhancement type strangers, with extremely strong physical fitness.It can withstand bullets without any damage.

However, Lan Xincheng seems to have been prepared.

This group of prisoners are all strangers.

Soon, the execution team used new bullets, including origin bullets and large armor-piercing bullets specially designed to suppress aliens.

Not long after, these dozen prisoners turned into cold corpses.

Lan Xincheng walked up to Zhu Zheng and raised his hand in salute: "Shuai Zhu! The execution is over."

Zhu Zheng glanced at him: "Including this batch, how many are there already?"

Lan Xincheng said: "There are already 216 people."

"The era of great mutation is coming. Those who survived are all elites, and the mutation rate is also very high."

Zhu Zheng nodded: "Soon, soon. Our plan will continue to be implemented, but it is not enough now, and there is still some shortcomings."

He raised his head, his eyes seemed to penetrate the thick clouds, and saw the star islands in the distant ocean.

"Compared with taking risks to fight for the source of God, this method is simpler and more effective."

"And all we need to do is sacrifice a few people."

……

The Kakon Mountains located in the northwest of the Borneo region have turned into huge snow mountains due to snowfall for a whole year.

On the empty snowfield, dozens of corpses were lying on the ground, and their blood had condensed into ice.

Most of them were wearing gray and white combat uniforms, but a few of them were dressed strangely, especially the long headscarves wrapped in circles on their heads.

This is the traditional costume of Bharat, and these people are all alien masters in the Bharat region.

Just looking at the current situation, one could tell that they had just experienced a bloody and cruel battle.

However, there were still three people standing on the battlefield.

A monk wearing a Bharatanatyam robe, with a solemn appearance and blood on his body, looks sacred and strange.

A young man wearing combat uniforms and holding a sword had sharp eyes, fair skin, and uneven breath.

There is another person holding a golden sword in his hand, his hair is messy, and he looks the calmest.

The cold icy wind blew through his long hair, revealing that resolute face.

If Zhang Yi appeared here, he would be surprised and shout out his name - Gao Changkong.

Gao Changkong glanced at the two people in the distance. Whether they were young nobles or monks, they were all wary of the other two.

"There are only three of us left, do you want to continue?"

Gao Changkong said with a smile.

Compared to him, the condition of the other two was obviously worse.

Monk Hama Raj punched the snow with his vajra in his hand, "I never expected that it was you, a foreigner, who survived in the end!"

And the young nobleman in combat uniform also looked at Gao Changkong coldly.

"God will not bless you, and I, the country of Bharat, cannot accept you receiving that highest honor!"

Gao Changkong cleared his throat and said with a smile: "I have said many times that I am a descendant of the exiled country of Borneo. My name is Samir Khan."

"As for whether the Three Phase God will bless me and allow me to gain supreme glory, it doesn't matter what you say!"

He slowly raised the golden holy sword in his hand, "You have to ask this!"