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Chapter 339: West Hill Armory



They might have items that could be useful later, so he figured he’d collect them now and sort through them later.

As for potentially inciting a grudge with Chaoyu Base over this, Zhang Yi wasn’t worried.

He preferred avoiding trouble, but he wouldn’t shy away from it either.

Had Wang Ruixuan not crossed the line, Zhang Yi hadn’t planned to kill him.

But it was done, and that was that.

“Let’s go. Let’s get into the West Hill Base, clear out what’s left, and avoid hanging around here.”

Zhang Yi wasn’t sure how many more people might come from Chaoyu Base, so the sooner they wrapped up, the better.

No one knew who he was anyway, and even the Followers of the Snow God, who had left earlier, had mistaken them for remnants of the West Hill Base.

The group quickly moved to the entrance of the West Hill Base.

Zhang Yi had previously blocked it off with a pile of junked cars and rubble to prevent anyone from scavenging.

Now, he, Uncle You, and Hua Hua worked together to clear the blockage, storing the debris into his Dimensional Space.

It took them less than half an hour to clear a path.

“Hua Hua, you take the lead!”

Zhang Yi patted Hua Hua’s head with a smile.

Animals often had a keener sense than humans. If there was any danger below, Hua Hua would sense it first.

Zhang Yi was primarily concerned about the low air quality down there, not wanting the team to descend only to find themselves unable to return.

With a flick of its tail, Hua Hua strode confidently down the passageway.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi grinned. “Looks like there’s no danger down here.”

The three of them followed Hua Hua into the base.

The West Hill Base had sustained missile attacks and further explosive blasts, leaving visible cracks along the thick concrete walls, exposing thick rebar underneath. ℟

The dark passage forced them to use headlamps for light.

Zhang Yi navigated according to the base’s layout, heading toward the Third Life Pod.

The Fourth Life Pod held no real value; it was merely housing for the West Hill Base’s labor force.

This sector, housing 80% of the base’s population, held less than 0.1% of its total value—a common story across societies.

The air below was heavy, with the ventilation system destroyed and the entrance sealed, causing a stale, putrid smell.

The source of this stench lay behind a massive dark green iron door not far to their left.

During the West Hill battle, the Fourth Life Pod’s inhabitants had been forcibly detained inside.

The thousands left in there… just imagining what they must have gone through made Zhang Yi’s skin crawl.

Even with the blood of many on his hands, the horror of this death was disturbing.

Sealed underground, with no light, no water, no power, and finally no air… all left to suffocate together.

“Your deaths aren’t my fault,” Zhang Yi murmured without guilt. Even if they hadn’t died now, a miserable end would’ve found them sooner or later.

Fatty Xu cowered behind the other two. “Boss, that area feels… icy. Like something creepy’s in there. Could there be ghosts?”

“I’m not afraid of the living; why would I be scared of some ghost?” Zhang Yi scoffed.

Fatty Xu’s fear was almost laughable.

“Come on, let’s not waste time here. Let’s head over to find the storage room, the armory.”

The three of them turned toward the Third Life Pod.

But shortly after they moved away, the massive green door shuddered violently, as though something was trying to break free.

They, however, didn’t see it.

The corridors were littered with corpses in various states of decay—mostly West Hill soldiers, many of whom had died horrifically.

Some were killed by Zhang Yi’s team in the initial battle, but most had suffocated.

They lay slumped against walls, clutching at their throats, some with broken vocal cords from clawing at their own necks.

In the warm subterranean air, the bodies had begun to decompose, creating a chilling atmosphere 100 meters underground.

Zhang Yi, however, felt no fear.

After witnessing countless horrors since the Apocalypse, he had grown numb.

The Third Life Pod served as the soldiers’ quarters, and the armory was located here as well.

Following the West Hill Base blueprint, Zhang Yi quickly located the armory.

Its door was ajar, apparently left open in a last-ditch effort by the soldiers to retrieve weapons and break free.

Clearly, they had failed.

Peeking through the door, Zhang Yi caught sight of the room’s contents and felt his mind explode as if a hundred bombs had gone off at once.

“My god!”

Uncle You and Fatty Xu squeezed in beside him, staring in shock, frozen like statues.

They had expected the West Hill Base’s armory to be well-stocked, but this was beyond their wildest dreams!

In the center of the room sat a fully armed helicopter.

The massive storage area spanned thousands of square meters, containing dozens of tanks, armored vehicles, and cannons.

And that wasn’t even counting the crates of munitions and state-of-the-art combat equipment, leaving Zhang Yi’s head spinning.

“With all this equipment, you could arm a full modern battalion!” Uncle You exclaimed.

As a retired soldier, he knew the value of what he was seeing.

“This isn’t just the West Hill Base’s stockpile; it includes weaponry from the Tianhai Garrison, all moved here together.”

Regaining his composure, Zhang Yi’s face lit up with joy.

Like any man, he couldn’t help but admire these tools of warfare.

He opened the armory doors and strode in.

Fatty Xu, trailing behind, muttered, “These weapons are great, but with the world covered in snow, where would we even use them?”

Zhang Yi approached the helicopter, his hand trailing along its cold surface.

“Of course I know that! If they were usable, Ling Feng would’ve deployed them long ago to attack the Shelter.”

Despite the challenges posed by sub-zero temperatures, Zhang Yi couldn’t help but admire the sight of this war machine.

“What they couldn’t use doesn’t mean we won’t find a purpose for it!”

Zhang Yi’s gaze swept across the arsenal, a pleased smile forming.

“The biggest hurdle in deploying them is transportation, but that’s no problem for me.”

“We could set up these cannons and tanks around the perimeter as a defensive line. They’d be perfect!”

Already, Zhang Yi had plans for how he’d use this enormous arsenal.

He was a man who believed in never wasting a thing, a lesson he’d learned from a general who cherished his troops.

In any case, he planned to take everything with him!

At that moment, Uncle You approached him, “Zhang Yi, this one looks like a great fit for me! Mind if I take a couple?”

Zhang Yi and Fatty Xu turned to see Uncle You happily examining a massive Gatling gun.

This thing wasn’t even meant for individual use but for mounting on vehicles or helicopters.

Only someone like Uncle You, with his physically enhanced Superhuman strength, could handle it.

While normal firearms wouldn’t be effective against Superhumans, weapons of this caliber were a different story.

Only someone with near-invulnerability like Zhang Yi could withstand it.

Even Ling Feng, known for his resilience, could only dodge it by moving at high speeds.

Zhang Yi nodded. “No problem, Uncle You. I’ll store two for you in my Dimensional Space. You can use them whenever you need.”

This made sense—carrying something that bulky everywhere wasn’t practical, so Uncle You agreed.

Zhang Yi gestured to the enormous selection of weaponry, telling Uncle You, “Browse around. If anything else catches your eye, I’ll set it aside for you to use in battle.”

Uncle You nodded enthusiastically; there were other things he could use as well.

A rocket launcher, for instance, was like a shotgun in his hands.

Fatty Xu wasn’t too interested in the weapons themselves but was practically starstruck by the tanks and armored vehicles.

Zhang Yi raised an eyebrow. “Why are you so excited over those? At most, we’ll set them up as fixed cannons. There’s no way they’d move in this snowy terrain.”

With their massive weight, even on treads, there was no chance of them driving through the snow.

Fatty Xu hugged a tank, chuckling. “Boss, you don’t get it. This tank model—it’s my wife!”

Zhang Yi stared, dumbfounded. Then, realization dawned, and he looked at Fatty Xu in disgust.

Blame the game developers—everything had been anthropomorphized into girls, from jets to ships, and even trains.

Fatty Xu had clearly been influenced by a war-themed anime game, now fully lost in his delusion.

Zhang Yi shook his head. “Fine, if that’s your wife, I suggest you have your honeymoon right here.”

He glanced at the tank, teasing, “But which part will you start with? There’s plenty of access points.”

Fatty Xu blushed. “How can you say something like that? Pervert!”

Zhang Yi: “I’ll be d*mned! How can a pervert call me a pervert?”

It was utterly maddening for Zhang Yi.

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