Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Chapter 408: Full Counterattack

The loss of dozens of subordinates left Wei Dinghai in a foul mood. Yet, the confrontation yielded a crucial piece of intelligence—the sniper was far less lethal against superhumans.

At least against Chen Jingguan’s formidable defense, the sniper’s bullets failed to penetrate.

“The role of ordinary soldiers on the battlefield is becoming increasingly limited,” Wei Dinghai muttered to himself. “It seems the future will truly belong to superhumans.”

This revelation deepened his conviction. He decided to stay put, deliberately withholding the information about the sniper’s power from the other factions.

Before long, Yangsheng Base’s convoy arrived from a different direction.

As they entered Zhang Yi’s effective range, the hunt began anew.

This time, Zhang Yi refined his approach. He targeted the vehicles’ tires first, leaving several immobilized before picking off the drivers.

As more vehicles were disabled, chaos spread through Yangsheng Base’s convoy.

The initial response mirrored Chaoyu Base’s—rely on the vehicles for cover while searching for the hidden sniper. Lacking prior warning, their tactics were predictable.

Confident in their superior numbers and firepower, they believed they could flush out and eliminate the sniper.

But that miscalculation allowed Zhang Yi to systematically eliminate his targets.

Heads exploded into bloody mists, and limbs protruding from vehicle gaps were shattered in an instant.

“Ahhhh!”

“My hand! My hand!”

For the dead, their suffering was over. But for the wounded, the agony was unbearable. They writhed on the ground, their screams piercing the cold air like knives.

Zhang Yi ignored them. The wounded were as good as dead, and their cries served to demoralize the rest of the enemy.

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Xiao Honglian quickly seized control of the situation, issuing firm orders.

“Find that damn sniper and take him out! No one ambushes us like this and lives to tell about it!”

But despite their efforts, her soldiers failed to locate Zhang Yi.

No one could have imagined a sniper capable of hitting targets accurately from 3.5 kilometers away.

Even if they identified his position, not a single superhuman or soldier in Tianhai City could retaliate effectively from that distance.

Sometimes, even Zhang Yi underestimated his own strength. But in battle, his adversaries were always reminded of his devastating prowess.

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Suddenly, a blur of white streaked across the battlefield.

As one of Zhang Yi’s bullets streaked toward the convoy, the white figure leapt into its path. Sparks erupted as the bullet was deflected mid-air, forcing the figure to stagger back from the impact.

“Oh? Finally, someone interesting?” Zhang Yi muttered, his lips curling into a faint smirk.

Adjusting his scope, he focused on the figure—a tall, wiry humanoid with a wolf-like head and silvery-gray fur.

It was a beast-type superhuman, his agility and strength explaining how he could deflect a bullet with his bare hands.

As Zhang Yi observed him, the beastman’s sharp eyes located the sniper’s position.

“That far?” Liu Xian, nicknamed “Mad Dog,” narrowed his eyes. Even with his speed and reflexes, it was an incredibly difficult distance to cover.

If it were a one-on-one fight, he could have closed the distance in seconds. But Zhang Yi’s fortified position inside the Shelter made such a move reckless.

Before Liu Xian could act, another bullet whistled toward him.

Growling, Liu Xian bared his fangs and charged, his body a blur as he intercepted the projectile.

Zhang Yi remained composed, firing repeatedly.

Each shot cost him only a bullet and a small amount of energy, while a single mistake could cost Liu Xian his life.

One shot.

Two shots.

Three shots.

By the third, Liu Xian’s claws were trembling, his stamina waning. Even as a beast-type superhuman with a robust physique, the relentless barrage was taking its toll.

Despite his fatigue, Liu Xian’s lips curled into a sly grin.

“It’s ready!” he snarled.

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From one of the convoy’s armored vehicles, a dark green cannon barrel emerged.

The artillery operator quickly took aim at Zhang Yi’s position and fired.

The shell roared through the air, hurtling toward the attic of the Shelter.

Zhang Yi raised an eyebrow. “They brought heavy artillery? Interesting.”

But as the shell approached, it vanished as if it had plunged into water. It had disappeared into Zhang Yi’s Dimensional Gate, never reaching its target.

Inside the armored vehicle, the artillery crew waited for the expected explosion.

“Was it a dud?” one gunner asked, confused.

Moments later, a bullet pierced through the gunner’s torso, slicing him in half. His bisected body crumpled to the floor, eliciting horrified screams from his comrades.

The surviving artillery operators, pale and shaking, scrambled to reload.

Fear gripped them, but desperation drove them to continue firing.

Several more shells were launched toward Zhang Yi’s position.

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Moments later, the artillery shells reappeared—this time, hurtling back toward the convoy.

“Get down!” someone screamed in terror.

The first shell detonated near the vehicles, a thunderous explosion sending snow and debris soaring into the air.

More explosions followed in quick succession. The powerful blasts caused vehicles to tilt precariously, their occupants thrown violently about.

Liu Xian roared as he leapt into action, his body expanding as he tried to intercept one of the shells.

But the power of the shells was not comparable to that of sniper bullets. Liu Xian gave it his all, his muscles bulging as he leapt to meet the incoming projectiles, his claws slashing desperately to deflect their paths.

“Boom!”

The first shell shifted slightly off course, exploding to the side of the convoy. The blast sent snow and debris surging into the sky like a tidal wave.

“Boom! Boom!”

More shells followed, each veering slightly from their original trajectories, but their proximity still sent shockwaves through the area. Vehicles tilted precariously, their occupants thrown violently against the interiors.

Liu Xian roared in defiance, but the immense force of the final explosion hurled him across the snowfield. He skidded to a stop, blood dripping from his mouth as his body trembled under the strain.

The convoy itself was in disarray. Though the cars had avoided catastrophic damage, the panic and confusion left them vulnerable.

Xiao Honglian, her sharp gaze taking in the chaos, made a swift decision.

“Retreat!” she commanded, her voice cutting through the cacophony of cries and explosions.

Her forces wasted no time, scrambling to pull back as the snowstorm of destruction began to settle, leaving behind shattered confidence and wounded pride.

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