In the Ice Age, I stockpiled billions of supplies

Chapter 1317

Snowy plateau, rebel camp.

It does take great courage to resist power, and at the same time one must face an extremely difficult living environment.

The rebel camp gives people a feeling that is even worse than the refugee camp in peacetime.

The underground cave is dimly lit, and the scarcity of energy forces them to focus their main activities during the day. At night, there is no light except in the area where cadres work.

The weapons are basically backward and worn-out firearms. Occasionally, there are advanced equipment snatched from the Tusi private soldiers, but the number is small and can only be provided to foreigners.

Most of the people living here wear dirty and torn cotton-padded jackets and down jackets, and live in coats and sleeping bags.

But even so, no one shows any attitude of complaint.

The reason is simple.

Those who can come here to participate in the rebellion against Tusi's rule are people who can't survive.

Zhuoma rode the tall wolf back to the camp. As she walked along the way, her movements along the way fell into the eyes of the golden eagle lurking in the mountains.

At the entrance of the camp, Zhuoma turned over and got off the wolf. With just a glance, the tamed beast ran to the side and got into the snow pile to keep warm.

Zhuoma came to the camp, and everyone who saw her along the way greeted her warmly.

Zhuoma responded one by one, but her steps were very fast.

"Where is the Buddha child?"

She stopped a female soldier on the road and asked.

In the rebel army, the leader Snow Mountain Eagle was called the Buddha child.

After all, in the Tantric sect, if you want to mobilize the people to resist the chieftain, you need to use the name of religion.

Buddha child is a title corresponding to the master of the cemetery.

The female soldier smiled and said, "Sister Zhuoma, the Buddha child is in there to show everyone frostbite!"

Zhuoma nodded, and she knew that it was the serfs who had just been rescued a few days ago, and several trapped women.

She walked briskly to where people lived.

The cave was full of simple tents, and the temperature of the underground cave was much warmer than the outside world.

People were wrapped in blankets and coats, unwilling to do more activities, fearing that they would consume excess energy.

A tall man in a black robe was walking in the crowd, applying medicine to those who had frostbite.

Zhuoma walked not far from him, but did not disturb him, just quietly watching him apply medicine on the hands of a teenage girl.

His movements were gentle, as if he was taking care of his own daughter, applying medicine while comforting her.

This little girl, who was still in the serf camp not long ago and didn't know when she would die, had been looking at him with admiration.

After a while, the Snow Mountain Eagle finally finished his work.

He turned around and looked at Zhuoma, smiling: "Zhuoma, you are back? Let's go and talk to the side."

His voice was low and a little tired.

But what people cared about most was the black mask made of unknown materials on his face, which covered his entire face.

Zhuoma accompanied him to the side, and the two of them found a pile of miscellaneous items and sat on it.

Zhuoma told Snow Mountain Eagle everything that happened today.

"They said they would wait for our reply. Buddhist son, you have to make the decision on this matter."

Snow Mountain Eagle listened silently and lowered his head to think.

"Originally, we didn't have much hope that they would help."

"It's just that I heard you say that the mercenaries of the Page family seemed to have compassion for us, so I asked you to give it a try."

"According to common sense, they are employed by the Page family and will most likely refuse."

They just went to Liang Yue for help with the idea of ​​trying their best.

The rebels were too poor and had nothing to give to others.

"But I didn't expect that things would turn around."

Zhuoma frowned and said worriedly: "But now we don't know whether they are kind-hearted to help us or the chieftain set up a trap."

After all, Zhang Yi's request was to meet Snow Mountain Eagle.

That was the person the chieftain family wanted to kill the most.

"See me?"

The tone of the Snow Mountain Eagle was full of smiles.

His eyes under the mask flashed brightly.

"I think I know who that person is."

Zhuoma looked at him in surprise, "Do you know who he is?"

The Snow Mountain Eagle nodded, "I guess I know. But if it's really him, then we have hope to overthrow the Tusi rule!"

He thought of what happened that night.

Five Ipsilon-level aliens gathered in the Great Snow Mountain.

This scene was something that none of the five of them had expected.

And the powerful Liang Yue was just a subordinate. It is conceivable that her boss must be the one who appeared in the Great Snow Mountain that night.One of the few.

If they can get help from an Ipsilon...

Then their wish will really be fulfilled!

The Snow Mountain Eagle held his chin with both hands and thought carefully for a long time.

Then he said to Zhuoma: "Zhuoma, you can agree to their conditions. However, there is a prerequisite!"

...

Soon after, Liang Yue received a message from Zhuoma, and she hurried over to show the message to Zhang Yi.

"Zhang Yi, look, her message is here!"

Zhang Yi took a look and couldn't help but smile.

Because it said that after their action was over, they could meet Zhang Yi.

The other party was also a very cautious person.

"Zhang Yi, what should we do?"

Liang Yue asked.

Zhang Yi smiled faintly: "Promise him! Anyway, we just need to do nothing at that time, and there will be no loss."

"Well, then I will reply to her."

Seeing that Zhang Yi had no objection, Liang Yue immediately gave Zhuoma a positive answer.

...

Time soon came to the day of the Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly.

In fact, the area around Sangjia Temple had been extremely lively in the past few days.

Tens of thousands of serfs worked here, making the area around Sangjia Temple extremely solemn.

Huge logs were erected, hung with long and gorgeous cloths, and the wood stakes were all carved with exquisite Buddha pictures and Buddhist scriptures by craftsmen without exception.

On this day, Zhou Keer and Yang Siya and others came to Zhang Yi.

Seeing that the women at home were hesitant to speak and full of expectations, Zhang Yi smiled and asked: "Is there something? Do you want to attend the Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly?"

The women looked at each other and all laughed.

Zhou Keer said: "You can't hide anything from you. You guessed it before I even opened my mouth."

Zhang Yi said: "In this place, except for that grand event, there is nothing to see anywhere else."

It was cold and bleak everywhere.

Yang Siya came over, clapped her hands and said, "It's not easy for us to come to the Snow Region. If we can see the Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly in person, it will be worth the trip!"