At this moment, the sun, emitting a faint glow, was already high in the sky. Chen Yu raised his hand to look at his watch, and it was already past 9 a.m. Seeing that Feng Zhengyang was not in a good mood, he simply said, "Uncle Feng, then I won't bother you any longer. I still have some things to do in Anping."

"Oh? Xiao Chen, are you in such a hurry? Why don't you have some food before you leave?" Feng Zhengyang politely asked him to stay.

"No need," Chen Yu waved his hand. "Uncle Feng, shall I take those prisoners with me then?"

Feng Zhengyang nodded and said, "I'll have to trouble you to take care of things."

He then ordered the soldiers guarding the prisoners to bring all 36 prisoners out and put them on a modified sled military truck.

"Xiao Qian, thank you for your hard work. Come back soon after you get them there," Feng Zhengyang instructed the truck driver. "Oh, and bring Xinran back too. I'm worried about her being alone over there."

"Yes!" the soldier known as Little Money responded loudly.

"Uncle Feng, Officer Feng is a grown man, why would you need to worry about her? Besides, given our relationship, I will definitely take care of her. What else do you have to worry about?" Chen Yu teased with a smile.

“I can take care of my daughter myself, so I won’t trouble you.” Feng Zhengyang looked at Chen Yu with a wary expression.

"Hehe~" Chen Yu chuckled awkwardly, then looked at the M-Hunter snowmobile that he had lent to Feng Zhengyang, and Feng Zhengyang looked over as well.

Chen Yu frowned as he looked at the car's surface, riddled with bullet holes.

"Xiao Chen, I'm really sorry, I didn't expect that bastard Liang Zheng to be so ruthless. He ordered his rebels to open fire without saying a word, and the bullets were like they were free," Feng Zhengyang explained.

"Hehe, Uncle Feng, it's alright, I'm just glad you're safe." Chen Yu laughed. "You can keep that sled; it'll make it easier for you to travel between the garrison and the grain depot."

"Haha~! Then I'll gladly accept your offer." Feng Zhengyang rarely showed a smile.

"Uncle Feng, you've been busy all night, get some rest. Leave the grain sorting to the soldiers," Chen Yu said to Feng Zhengyang as he got into the passenger seat of the military truck.

"I know what I'm doing," Feng Zhengyang nodded.

"Then we'll meet again." Chen Yu said, and the truck slowly started and drove out of the grain depot.

Li Zheng and other members of the Tianyu Security Team followed closely behind in two civilian snowmobile pickup trucks.

"Drive carefully," Feng Zhengyang called out from behind as the convoy departed.

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After a busy day and night, Chen Yu finally started his journey home. He sat in the passenger seat of the military truck, watching the scenery slowly pass by outside the window.

Although he was physically and mentally exhausted, he was filled with satisfaction and joy, and he had gained a great deal from this operation.

Not only did they eliminate Liang Zheng, a potential major threat, in one fell swoop, but they also seized more than 700,000 tons of grain. Grain was the foundation for his future development!

In the future, with food, we will have everything!

Although he had plundered more food than he could ever use, in this extremely cold and apocalyptic world, who would complain about having too much food?

Most importantly, if Feng Zhengyang were to gain control of these grains, it would be difficult to guarantee whether he would be able to maintain his original aspirations in the future.

Although Feng Zhengyang now presents himself as someone who loves the people and is loyal to the country, people's hearts can change, especially in a chaotic apocalypse. If Feng Zhengyang were to possess such a large granary, even if he himself had no other intentions, what about his subordinates?

Who can guarantee that one day in the future he won't be draped in a yellow cotton coat? Or that he won't be overthrown by another "Liang Zheng"?

However, Chen Yu's decisive move can prevent this from happening, at least preventing them from becoming too powerful.

As for disaster relief and the distribution of food and supplies to the people?

What kind of weather is this? They're talking about disaster relief and cold weather? Do Feng Zhengyang and his team even have that many sleds to transport grain?

Do they have enough fuel to support them spreading resources around?

Expecting them to fight the cold and provide disaster relief is wishful thinking; Feng Zhengyang and his team are too optimistic.

Although Chen Yu has moved most of the grain, including cooking oil and meat, from the granary, there are still 70,000 to 80,000 tons left. If Feng Zhengyang really wants to fight the cold and provide disaster relief, this amount of grain will be enough to keep him busy for a while.

As for the guns that were "lent" to Feng Zhengyang, Chen Yu had no intention of getting them back, and didn't even mention them.

Just kidding. According to Feng Zhengyang's view, Chen Yu was already illegally possessing firearms. It was already a favor that he wasn't punished. Once those weapons were in Feng Zhengyang's hands, how could he possibly return them to him?

Chen Yu was aware of his own limitations in this regard.

There are gains and losses, so consider it a battle loss. Besides, for now, his relationship with Feng Zhengyang is not bad, at least on the surface. He might need Feng's help in the future.

Looking at the howling wind and snow outside and feeling the tortoise-like speed of the modified snow sled truck, Chen Yu couldn't help but feel a little irritated. What kind of suffering was he going through? In his previous life, he was destined to be busy in the extreme cold of the apocalypse, and in this life, he was just as busy every day.

I stayed up all night in this freezing weather!

He prepared so much for the extreme cold disaster, not so that he would suffer in the apocalypse.

Wouldn't it be better to have your own warm and comfortable post-apocalyptic bunker? Why come out and suffer like this!

Thinking of this, he gave a self-deprecating laugh.

I really need to get some rest when I get back this time.

After a journey of nearly four hours, Chen Yu and his group finally returned to the foot of Shiban Mountain in Anping.

Under Chen Yu's command, Xiao Qian drove the snowmobile truck steadily to a stop in front of Tianyu Hospital.

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