In the Ice Age, I stockpiled billions of supplies

Jiangnan District Headquarters.

Blizzard City.

Zhu Zheng was holding a communicator in his hand, talking to Situ Xin, the deputy director of the Operations Department at the front.

After hearing Situ Xin's report, Zhu Zheng's face was also somewhat moved.

"Oh? Is Chaos' performance so exaggerated? Even the third person of Hell's Chains was killed by him?"

There was joy and a hint of loss in his expression.

Joy, because the overall strength of the Jiangnan District will be further improved because of Zhang Yi's existence.

Melancholy, because Zhang Yi's relationship with him is still ambiguous.

Since being betrayed by Gao Changkong, Zhu Zheng's inner defense has become more serious, and he will not easily trust anyone.

But soon, he adjusted his expression and said to Situ Xin with a smile: "This is a good thing. Tell Hun Dun that the hope of Jiangnan District rests on him!"

"Let him do his best, but give priority to protecting his own safety. Leave the direct resistance to Donghai District."

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

After ending the call, he looked at an open space in front of him, and his eyes became murderous.

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

A group of execution squad members pointed rifles at them.

"Is it time for execution?"

Zhu Zheng turned his head and looked at Lan Xincheng, the secretary next to him.

Lan Xincheng glanced at his watch, bowed his head and said to Zhu Zheng: "We're here."

Zhu Zheng nodded: "Then execute them!"

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

"But you are not grateful and even intend to rebel. Your crime is unforgivable!"

"Before you die, do you have anything else to say?"

Even in the end of the world, Blizzard City is very strict about executions.

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

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

When the criminals kneeling on the ground heard these words, some of them were sad and cried.

But some people looked up to the sky and laughed, with disdain on their faces.

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

"We lived well outside and solved our own food and clothing. But we believed your lies and ended up in this cage."

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

"After coming here, you treated us like pigs and dogs! You made us do the most menial jobs! If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have believed your lies!"

Lan Xincheng sneered when he heard this.

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

"You don't know how to be grateful, but instead you gather together to make trouble. You deserve what you have today!"

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

"Forget it, you can always find excuses to accuse us? It's our fault that we were blind at the beginning!"

Lan Xincheng smiled contemptuously and said to the executioners around him: "Execute!"

With a burst of dense gunfire, the row of prisoners were soon shot into sieves.

However, there were also a few people who did not die.

They turned out to be several enhanced aliens with extremely strong physical fitness. They were safe and sound even if they resisted bullets.

However, Lan Xincheng seemed to have been prepared.

This batch of prisoners were all aliens.

Soon, the executioners replaced the bullets with new ones, including the origin bullets and large armor-piercing bullets that were specially designed to restrain the mutants.

Soon, the dozen prisoners turned into cold corpses.

Lan Xincheng walked to Zhu Zheng and saluted: "Zhu Shuai! The execution is over."

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

Lan Xincheng said: "It's already the 216th person."

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

Zhu Zheng nodded: "It's almost there, it's almost there. Our plan will continue to be implemented, but it's not enough now, there's still a little short of it."

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

"Compared toIt is easier and more effective to risk fighting for the source of God. "

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

...

The Kakong Mountains in the northwest of the Bharata region have become huge snow-capped mountains because of a year of snowfall.

On the open snowy plain, dozens of corpses were lying on the ground, and the blood had solidified into ice.

Most of them were wearing gray and white combat uniforms, but there were also a few people wearing strange clothes, especially with long scarves wrapped around their heads.

This is the traditional costume of Bharata, and these people are all masters of the Bharata region.

Just looking at the current situation, you can tell that they have just experienced a bloody and cruel battle.

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

One wearing The monks in the robes of the Bharata sect were solemn and covered in blood, looking sacred and strange.

A young man in combat uniform holding a fist sword, with sharp eyes, fair skin, but a bit uneven breath.

There was another man holding a golden sword, with messy hair, who looked the calmest.

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

If Zhang Yi appeared here, he would definitely shout out his name in surprise - Gao Changkong.

Gao Changkong glanced at the two people in the distance. Both the young nobles and the monks were alert to the other two.

"There are only three of us left. Do you want to continue?"

Gao Changkong said with a smile.

Compared with him, the other two were obviously in a worse state.

The monk Hama Raj used the vajra in his hand to stab the snow, "I didn't expect that you, a foreigner, survived in the end! "

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

"God will not bless you, and my Bharata Kingdom cannot accept you getting the highest honor!"

Gao Changkong cleared his throat and said with a smile: "I have said many times that I am a descendant of Bharata Kingdom who was stranded abroad. My name is Samir Khan."

"As for whether the Three-phase God will bless me and let me get the supreme glory, your words don't count!"

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