Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1313: Seeking Help

Drolma spoke with complete candor to Liang Yue. "Please pardon me, but we in the resistance army must perpetually maintain a state of vigilance."

"This is because the henchmen of those chieftains will resort to any dishonorable and underhanded tactic against us."

"You saved my life. If you were truly a running dog for the chieftains, the most severe outcome would be my death here. I would not be leading my brothers to their doom with me!"

Liang Yue offered no extensive reply, merely giving a nod.

At that precise moment, Zhang Yi, who had evidently been struggling to contain himself, emerged from Mu Yan's spatial dimension.

The very instant he materialized, Drolma instantly adopted a defensive stance, fixing her gaze upon him with a countenance full of apprehension.

"And who might you be?"

Zhang Yi raised a hand in her direction. "There is no need for you to be tense. I am, much like her, an individual from the outside."

Drolma peered intently at Liang Yue, endeavoring to discern something from the latter's expression.

Liang Yue addressed her, "He is our leader. You can place your trust in him."

Drolma inquired cautiously of Zhang Yi, "Have you come to render us aid?"

Zhang Yi could not suppress a chuckle.

"To assist you?"

One certainly possesses an optimistic outlook, do they not?

Zhang Yi gave his nose a rub. "One might interpret it that way. Hmm, I find your resistance army to be quite intriguing. However, on this occasion, it is you who have sought us out. Pray tell, what is it that you intend to accomplish?"

Observing Zhang Yi's demeanor, Drolma's expression grew exceedingly solemn.

Nevertheless, for this particular visit, she had already fortified her resolve and prepared herself for profound sacrifice.

Given that matters had progressed to this critical juncture, she might as well make an earnest attempt.

Her gaze continued to rest upon Liang Yue, the individual who had rescued her and whom she trusted more implicitly.

"Benefactor, you previously rescued us and those unfortunate serfs. I am aware that you are a benevolent soul!"

"Thus, I have come to implore your assistance!"

Liang Yue cast a glance at Zhang Yi, inquiring, "What is it that you desire us to do?"

Drolma looked from Liang Yue to Zhang Yi, appearing hesitant to articulate her request.

After a moment of contemplation, she finally spoke with palpable caution, "We are planning an upcoming operation. Should we happen upon your group then, I hope you might exercise some leniency."

"Or perhaps... you could provide some form of cover for us."

Her words were deliberately vague, indicating she did not yet fully place her confidence in Zhang Yi and Liang Yue.

Yet, Zhang Yi found himself admiring her strategy.

Prudence was indeed the wisest course of action.

Although Drolma was being evasive, Zhang Yi could grasp the fundamental intention behind her words.

"You intend to stir up trouble during the Prayer Festival, do you not?"

He addressed Drolma with a slight smile.

Drolma's pupils constricted, and she subsequently scoffed, "You seem rather presumptuous, sir."

Zhang Yi let out a derisive sound. "Is this the attitude you adopt when requesting assistance? If you genuinely seek our help, you must display some measure of sincerity."

Liang Yue also chimed in, speaking to Drolma, "Drolma, this is our captain. If you are genuinely in need of aid, you may confide in him."

Drolma clenched her jaw, her heart heavy with internal conflict.

Their resistance army was, in truth, in dire need of potent support.

They had, after all, heard accounts of the recent conflict involving the Four Great Families.

Word had spread that the Pagyi Family had enlisted a contingent of exceptionally formidable mercenaries, so powerful that even the Dharma-protecting Vajras of Sangha Monastery were no match for them.

This intelligence had instilled a profound sense of elation within Drolma and her companions.

To ensure the successful execution of their imminent operation, they had resolved to make contact with Liang Yue.

Their hope was that, at their core, these individuals possessed kindness and would extend their aid to the resistance army.

At the very least, their fervent wish was that these individuals would refrain from attacking them when the critical moment arrived.

Drolma drew a deep breath. She looked toward Zhang Yi and Liang Yue, then stated, "May I share the history of our resistance army with you?"

Zhang Yi raised an eyebrow. "Proceed."

He was uncertain of this woman's ultimate objective, but listening would hardly be detrimental.

Drolma commenced recounting the saga of the resistance army.

To speak frankly, her narrative prowess was not particularly outstanding; it was rather unremarkable.

And the story she narrated bore a striking resemblance to what Zhang Yi had already envisioned.

It was nothing more than this: following the Apocalypse, the four dominant chieftain families had completely seized control of the Southwest Region, transforming all free individuals into their personal household thralls.

These serfs were exploited without compunction, subjected to brutal killings, and even cruelly executed to fashion ritualistic implements; their flesh was even consumed.

Subsequently, a faction of individuals who refused such subjugation initiated an uprising, forming a resistance army to oppose the four great chieftain families. Blah blah blah~

Drolma spoke with an expression etched with pain.

Zhang Yi listened with a distinct lack of interest, primarily because the narrative felt exceedingly conventional. He had witnessed an abundance of analogous circumstances back in Tianhai City. How could he be easily swayed?

Drolma was, in fact, making a concerted effort to evoke sympathy from Zhang Yi and Liang Yue, thereby securing their assistance.

However, as Zhang Yi listened, he maintained the stance of a detached observer, betraying no indication of being moved.

This state of affairs inevitably caused Drolma to experience a tremor of unease.

"To put it simply, I hope you both can comprehend. Our resistance army genuinely champions the aspirations of the people residing in the Snowy Plateau Region!"

"Our every action is dedicated to liberating those who are oppressed."

"You two possess considerable strength. Kindly refrain from assisting the wicked by siding with those cruel and ignoble chieftains!"

Zhang Yi inquired calmly, "State your purpose directly. What exactly do you require our assistance with? And what compensation can you offer us?"

He much preferred striking deals rather than succumbing to emotional appeals.

Drolma inhaled deeply before stating slowly, "Regarding our impending operation, should we cross paths with you, we request your assistance in providing cover. At the very least, do not engage our people."

Within Zhang Yi's hearing, Yang Xinxin's reminder resonated.

"Brother, do you recall the peculiar encounter we had on the road when we first arrived in the Snowy Region?"

Yang Xinxin's words swiftly brought to Zhang Yi's mind the events of that day.

Along the path, they had stumbled upon the Lord of the Charnel Ground performing kowtows around the snow-capped mountain.

They had also witnessed a contingent of resistance army soldiers ambushing said Lord of the Charnel Ground.

A connection seemed to dawn on Zhang Yi.

Yang Xinxin continued, "Those resistance fighters who attacked the Lord of the Charnel Ground previously were exceptionally powerful. It's highly probable they constitute the core force of the resistance army."

"I suspect the resistance army intends to leverage the Prayer Festival for a rescue attempt."

"Following the traditions of the esoteric sect, a grand ceremony is conducted on the day of the Prayer Festival."

"During this observance, they utilize ritualistic items crafted from human anatomy and offer lives in supplication to the Buddhas and deities."

"If my assessment is accurate, they plan to execute those resistance fighters who confronted the Lord of the Charnel Ground then. In essence, they are employing them as bait to draw out the remaining resistance army units."

With merely a few concise statements, Yang Xinxin had pieced together the likely entirety of the situation.

Even Zhang Yi couldn't help but remark, "Remarkable!"

Yang Xinxin simply offered a smile and replied, "It's not unduly difficult to deduce. I believe this is an overt ploy. They are conducting this openly, anticipating that the resistance army, aware it's a trap, will still fall for it."

"And now, they have approached us. If they weren't desperate, why would they seek aid from strangers whose backgrounds they are entirely unaware of?"