Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1315: What's Wrong with Meeting Again?

Snowy Plateau Region, Resistance Army Camp.

Resisting tyranny demands immense courage, but it also means enduring an exceptionally harsh living environment.

The Resistance Army's camp felt even more dire than a refugee camp from the peaceful era.

Within the underground caves, illumination was scarce. The lack of energy meant most activities were confined to daylight hours; by night, aside from areas where cadres operated, no lights were lit.

Their armaments consisted mostly of outdated, worn firearms, with only a few advanced pieces seized from the chieftains' private soldiers. These precious few were reserved for use by superhumans.

The majority of inhabitants donned dirty, patched cotton-padded jackets and down coats, relying on overcoats and sleeping bags to survive each day.

Yet, despite these conditions, not a single person exhibited a complaint.

The reason was quite simple.

Those who sought refuge in this rebellion against the chieftains' rule were individuals who had no other place to go, people who could no longer survive elsewhere.

Drolma guided her powerful dire wolf back towards the camp. All along her path, her movements were meticulously observed by the Golden Eagle that patrolled the mountain peaks.

Upon reaching the camp entrance, Drolma dismounted. With a mere glance, her trained beast obediently moved aside, burrowing into a snowdrift to conserve warmth.

Drolma entered the camp. Every soldier she passed offered warm greetings.

She returned each greeting, yet her pace remained swift as she moved further into the encampment.

"Where has the Buddha's Child gone?"

On her way, she paused a female soldier to inquire.

Within the Resistance Army, their leader, the Divine Eagle of Snow Mountain, was known by the title Buddha's Child.

This was because, within the Esoteric Buddhist Sect, rallying the populace to defy the chieftains necessitated invoking the authority of religion.

The title Buddha's Child was a designation that corresponded to the Lord of the Charnel Ground.

The female soldier smiled. "Sister Drolma, the Buddha's Child is inside, tending to everyone's frostbite!"

Drolma nodded, understanding that the care was likely for the serfs recently rescued, along with several women who had been trapped.

She proceeded with haste towards the living quarters.

The cave area was filled with makeshift tents. The temperature within the underground sanctuary was significantly more comfortable than the frigid outside air.

People lay bundled in blankets and overcoats, reluctant to expend energy through movement.

A towering man, cloaked in black, moved among the assembled individuals, applying remedies to those afflicted with frostbite.

Drolma approached, stopping a short distance away, content to observe quietly as he treated the hands of a young girl.

His touch was as tender as if he were caring for his own daughter, administering the medicine while murmuring words of comfort.

This young girl, who only recently faced an uncertain future in a serf camp, gazed upon him with eyes full of reverence.

After some time, the Divine Eagle of Snow Mountain concluded his duties.

He turned to face Drolma, a smile gracing his visible features. "Drolma, you've returned? Come, let's converse over there."

His voice, though low, carried an undeniable note of weariness.

However, what truly set him apart was the black mask, crafted from an unknown material, that concealed his entire face.

Drolma accompanied him to a secluded spot, where they sat upon a pile of scattered supplies.

Drolma then recounted the events of the day to the Divine Eagle of Snow Mountain.

"They stated they await our response. Buddha's Child, this decision rests with you."

The Divine Eagle of Snow Mountain listened intently, then lowered his head in contemplation.

"Initially, we held little expectation that they would offer assistance."

"It was only after you mentioned that the Pagyi Family's mercenaries seemed sympathetic that I instructed you to make the attempt."

"Logically, given their employment by the Pagyi Family, a refusal would be the most probable outcome."

Their appeal to Liang Yue was made on the principle of exploring every possibility, no matter how remote.

The Resistance Army possessed virtually nothing of value to offer in exchange for aid.

"But I never anticipated that a turn of events like this might occur."

Drolma's brow furrowed with concern. "However, we still cannot ascertain if they are genuinely benevolent individuals aiding us, or if this is a ploy orchestrated by the chieftains."

After all, Zhang Yi's explicit request was to meet the Divine Eagle of Snow Mountain.

This was precisely the individual the chieftain families most desired to eliminate.

"Meet me?"

The Divine Eagle of Snow Mountain's tone held a subtle thread of amusement.

A sharp light flickered in his eyes, visible beneath the mask.

"I believe I have a strong inkling of who this individual might be."

Drolma regarded him with astonishment. "You know who he is?"

The Snow Mountain Divine Eagle gave a nod. "It could be said that I do. However, if it truly is him, then we have a chance to overthrow the chieftains' rule!"

He then recalled the events of that particular night.

Five Epsilon-level superhumans, all gathered together at the Great Snow Mountain.

That specific scene was something that none of the five of them had ever anticipated.

And the formidable Liang Yue was merely a subordinate; it was easy to imagine that her boss must be one of the few individuals who appeared at the Great Snow Mountain that night.

If they could secure the assistance of an Epsilon individual...

Then their wish might actually have hope!

The Snow Mountain Divine Eagle propped his chin on his hands, carefully contemplating for a considerable duration.

Then, he spoke to Drolma, "Drolma, we can consent to their condition. However, there is one prerequisite!"

...

Not long after, Liang Yue received a message from Drolma. She hurried over to show it to Zhang Yi.

"Zhang Yi, look, her message has arrived!"

Zhang Yi glanced at it and couldn't help but smile.

Because the message stated that after their operation concluded, they would be able to meet with Zhang Yi.

The other party was also a very cautious individual.

"Zhang Yi, what should we do?"

Liang Yue inquired.

Zhang Yi offered a faint smile. "Agree to it! Anyway, we simply need to do nothing when the time comes. There's no loss for us."

"Okay, then I'll reply to her."

Seeing that Zhang Yi had no objections, Liang Yue immediately conveyed a positive response to Drolma.

...

Time quickly advanced to the day the Prayer Festival was scheduled to be held.

Actually, in the preceding days, the area surrounding Sangha Monastery had already become extremely lively.

Tens of thousands of serfs toiled diligently here, decorating the vicinity of Sangha Monastery with utmost solemnity.

Huge wooden poles were erected, adorned with long, magnificent lengths of cloth. Without exception, each pole had to be meticulously carved with exquisite Buddhist images and Tibetan Buddhist scriptures by skilled craftsmen.

On this particular day, Zhou Ke'er, Yang Siya, and a few others approached Zhang Yi.

Observing the women of the household looking hesitant yet filled with anticipation, Zhang Yi smiled and inquired, "What is the matter? Do you wish to go and attend the Prayer Festival?"

The women exchanged glances and all chuckled.

Zhou Ke'er remarked, "Indeed, nothing escapes your notice. I hadn't even opened my mouth, and you already guessed it."

Zhang Yi stated, "In this place, aside from that grand festival, there isn't much else worth seeing elsewhere."

The land was frozen, the weather remained bitterly cold; everywhere presented a scene of bleak desolation.

Yang Siya leaned closer, clasping her hands together. "We have journeyed all the way to the Snowy Region. If we could witness the Prayer Festival with our own eyes, it would truly make this trip worthwhile!"