Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies-Chapter 1134: Crow
Chapter 1134: Crow
Three days later in the morning, Zhang Yi brought everyone to Blizzard City.
Zhu Zheng, Deng Shentong, and the others were all prepared, just waiting for Zhang Yi's arrival.
"How do we get there? Is there also an underground tunnel from the Jiangnan Region to the Shengjing Region?"
Zhang Yi inquired.
Zhu Zheng smiled slightly, "That would be far too slow. We have better transportation."
As he spoke, he led Zhang Yi and the others to the airport in Blizzard City.
It was a massive aircraft hangar. Once inside, an extremely peculiar machine presented itself before Zhang Yi and his group.
The aircraft looked exceptionally unique because it had no wings, only a massive fuselage, with jet engines suspended beneath the body.
From a distance, it looked like a giant, grayish-white cigar.
"This is the transportation you'll be using for this trip!"
Zhu Zheng said with a smile to Zhang Yi and the others.
Seeing this oddly-shaped machine, Lu Keran's eyes instantly lit up. She stared intently at the aircraft, examining it carefully.
Fatty Xu muttered, "Did they forget to install the wings?"
Old You shot him an annoyed look, "What do you know? This is a military aircraft, using the most cutting-edge technology currently available in the Huaxu Kingdom! The wings are usually detached and only installed when in use."
Deng Shentong explained to Zhang Yi, "This is the latest model of jet aircraft, produced by Fremons in the Northern Regions. They have always been at the forefront of the military industry, and their weapons are top-tier in the world when it comes to cold resistance." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
"After the apocalypse, many large-scale military vehicles were phased out because they couldn't adapt to the ultra-low temperature environment."
"This model, the Fr-37, is a transport aircraft capable of high-speed flight in ultra-low temperature environments."
Deng Shentong had a few members of the Celestial Squad with him. He wasn't making a grand display for this trip, appearing quite low-key.
This was probably because he understood his position was mainly to accompany Zhang Yi on the journey.
And since Zhang Yi never liked to show off, he naturally had to keep a low profile as well.
After bidding farewell to Zhu Zheng, Zhang Yi and the others boarded the aircraft.
Even as the plane took off, Fatty Xu and the others still wore panicked expressions, fearing this wingless plane might just drop out of the sky.
However, their worries were, of course, unnecessary. The Fr-37 quickly ascended and flew at high speed towards the Northern Regions.
Fatty Xu glanced sideways at Old You with a playful expression, "Old You, didn't you say the wings were installed later?"
Old You's face flushed red, "Technology advances day by day. I don't know everything."
He had wanted to show off a bit in front of Fatty Xu, but ended up being proven wrong.
Old You looked at Fatty Xu and suddenly chuckled, "Heh heh."
Fatty Xu instantly understood. He made a pained face, "Old You, I was wrong! We're going on a vacation trip. Please, please don't add any extra training for me!"
Zhang Yi looked out the window. By now, thick frost had formed around the edges of the thick window glass.
Even the most advanced cold-resistant materials couldn't remain completely unaffected at high altitudes.
The clouds high above carried a kind of indifferent white. Dark clouds were dense, and heavy snow drifted down ceaselessly, as if this apocalypse would never end.
This was the first time Zhang Yi was heading north since the apocalypse began.
He had been to Shengjing before, but that was just for a vacation, and another time...
Zhang Yi smiled faintly, thinking of that time, feeling a strange sensation in his heart.
Because back then, he had traveled to Shengjing with Fang Yuqing.
He was still very naive back then.
He had also once sincerely liked someone, yearning for a beautiful future.
But now, a year and a half into the apocalypse, Fang Yuqing had also died on that cold, harsh day.
Everything felt as if a century had passed, with things and people long changed.
Zhang Yi leaned back on the comfortable sofa and gently closed his eyes.
Everything about this trip to Shengjing was unknown. He would just see what awaited them there.
Zhou Ke'er moved closer to him and asked gently, "Zhang Yi, are you feeling unwell?"
Zhang Yi covered his face with his hands and said slowly, "It's nothing. I'm just feeling a bit sad."
It was only then that he remembered.
Fang Yuqing had never liked him.
Seeing this, Zhou Ke'er gently embraced Zhang Yi, resting his head against her chest, enveloping him with her warm embrace.
The aircraft swiftly passed beneath the overcast clouds, flying towards that massive city in the Northern Regions.
...
Northern Regions, Shengjing.
As the capital of the Huaxu Kingdom, this enormous city lay coiled upon the northern land like a crouching dragon.
The snowy-white ice plains were now the dominant hue of the vast earth, yet the immense Shengjing cast a deep, bright yellow upon this land.
The primary color of Shengjing was bright yellow. In recent dynasties, yellow represented royal authority and nobility.
Therefore, in Shengjing, one could see tall buildings of ancient architectural style everywhere, along with complete palace complexes.
Within Shengjing City, there was an inner city; inside the outer city lay the Ming Imperial City.
Compared to other regions, Shengjing controlled the most resources and military power.
It also sustained the largest population.
This might be related to their early discovery of the elemental ore beneath the Qinling Mountains after the apocalypse.
Abundant energy allowed them to support a large population, including some civilians outside the Ming Imperial City.
Today, Shengjing was exceptionally lively. Everywhere in the Ming Imperial City, heavily armed soldiers stood guard. The Dragon's Roar Guards were armed to the teeth, their presence visible in every corner.
Because today was the day the Shengjing Region summoned all six major powers of the Huaxu Kingdom to discuss national affairs.
They had to display their most formidable side to maintain the Shengjing Region's authority and ensure the submission of the other five regions.
To demonstrate sufficient sincerity, the person responsible for receiving them was also a figure of real power in Shengjing: the Grand General of the Dragon's Roar Guards, [Ksitigarbha King] Shang Daowen.
He wore a specially tailored white military uniform. Around forty years old, it was the perfect age for a man's physical strength, wisdom, and emotional intelligence.
Shang Daowen's ability to become the leader of the Dragon's Roar Guards, Shengjing's most important force, wasn't just due to his formidable power, but also because of his cautious, meticulous, and inwardly brilliant temperament.
Early this morning, he had arrived at the main gate of the Ming Imperial City to begin arranging the reception details.
He had to ensure they didn't come across as overbearing to the five regions, while still safeguarding the Shengjing Region's dignity.
The first power to arrive in Shengjing came from the northeast direction.
The Dragon's Roar Guards on duty at the city gates suddenly noticed a massive patch of dark clouds emerging from the horizon, spreading towards Shengjing.
The Dragon's Roar Guards' command center immediately used satellites for reconnaissance, finally realizing that the dark cloud was actually a huge flock of crows!
They were a flock of enormous crows with crimson eyes. Usually, only crows that had fed on corpses had such a gaze. Their bodies were several times larger than ordinary crows, like small-sized eagles.
Their pitch-black wings seemed forged from pig iron, emitting a faint, chilling glint.
Thousands upon thousands of crows circled in the sky, emitting ominous cries.
"Caw— Caw—"
Seeing this scene, Shang Daowen smiled faintly, "The crow from the Northeast Region has arrived."
Beneath the flock of crows, a wildly styled Harley-Davidson motorcycle roared towards Shengjing.
On the bike sat a burly man with a buzz cut, wearing black leather. His face wore an arrogant expression, large frog-eye sunglasses covered his eyes, and a crimson crow perched on his shoulder.
Northeast Region, Epsilon-level superhuman — [Daoist Lu Ya] Han Shanzuo.
Author's Note
