He didn't want to provoke the so-called "joint defense team" before because he had no one under his command in this area.

But things are different now. He has nearly 1,000 men under his command. Even if you remove some who are not physically strong enough, there are still at least two or three hundred. Equip these men with weapons, and he will not be afraid of a small "joint defense team".

Anyway, these "joint defense teams" will be a menace sooner or later, so Chen Yu plans to take this opportunity to completely eliminate them.

Seeing Chen Yu's cold gaze, Lao Liu and the other two were slightly taken aback, then exclaimed with delight, "Commander, do you have a way to get them to release our men?"

"Release them? You killed several of our 'militia' brothers, and you just let them go? There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world!" Chen Yu sneered.

"So, Commander, what do you mean...?" The three men looked at Chen Yu with tense expressions, their hearts pounding.

"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!" Lin Lele shouted viciously from behind.

"This... Secretary Lin, you're exaggerating." Old Liu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said somewhat awkwardly.

Although he knew that Chen Yu and Lin Lele had guns, according to the information provided by the Zhenshan police officers, ordinary firearms would not function in such extreme cold.

Even if they were lucky enough to fire a few bullets, the enemy had a number of composite bows, which were also long-range weapons and were not affected by low temperatures. Compared to the enemy, their side was not at an advantage.

Old Liu and the other two just thought Lin Lele was venting her frustrations and didn't take it seriously.

However, Chen Yu's next sentence once again stunned them.

"Secretary Lin's meaning is my meaning," Chen Yu said calmly. "I know your concerns, but what are we?"

"We are the 'Cold Relief Militia Corps'! Since we are a 'corps,' how could we not have enough weapons!"

Chen Yu's tone revealed an undeniable confidence.

"How many more people can you spare from your town?" Chen Yu asked the three of them.

"I'm afraid not many," Old Liu said with a troubled expression.

Although the residents of their town are simple and honest, most people are selfish; they won't take risks unless their own interests are affected.

Moreover, many young people in the town work outside and are stranded in other places when the natural disaster strikes. There are not many young people to begin with. It was good that more than 200 people responded to Chen Yu's call to "fight the cold and provide disaster relief" and join the "military group". As for the rest of the people to fight with others, don't even think about it.

As for those ambitious old, weak, sick, and disabled people, forget it. Going there would be a waste of time; they would only be sending people to their deaths. There's no need for them.

Chen Yu seemed to understand Lao Liu's predicament and said to him, "It's alright, you can try your best to mobilize as many people as you can. Of course, focus on young people, and give priority to veterans and active police officers."

After instructing Lao Liu and the other two, Chen Yu then instructed Lin Lele and Qiao Meng: "Lele, Qiao, you two go to the nearby towns and inform our 'militia' members to come to Qingshan Town to assemble."

"no problem."

The two accepted the order, turned around and walked out of the prefab house, got on the sled, with Qiao Meng driving and Lin Lele sitting in the passenger seat with a gun to keep watch.

After everyone left, Chen Yu walked out of the town alone and, based on the map provided by the town's "militia," found an abandoned warehouse buried under the snow.

He carefully looked around, and after confirming that no one was there, he opened the extradimensional space between his eyebrows.

Then, with a thought, the snow on the ground was instantly swept up by an invisible force, like a flood bursting its banks, and poured into the other-dimensional space between his eyebrows.

In just a few breaths, the warehouse beneath the snow was revealed, showing its mottled walls and rusty iron gate.

Chen Yu stopped there, closed the interdimensional space, and stopped clearing the snow.

We slid down a gentle snow wall to the bottom of a snow pit nearly 10 meters down.

Then, he walked to the iron gate of the warehouse, gently pushed it, and the iron gate collapsed with a crash.

He took out a powerful flashlight and illuminated the inside of the warehouse.

The room was completely empty, which pleased Chen Yu greatly.

Immediately afterwards, the interdimensional space was opened again, and three brand-new large trucks appeared in the warehouse.

These trucks all have one thing in common: their tires have been removed and replaced with two rows of huge skid plates.

These were also custom-made by Chen Yu before the apocalypse of extreme cold, ensuring that they could not only travel freely in the snow but also meet the requirements for working in extremely cold temperatures.

Chen Yu ordered 50 of these trucks at once, which wasn't a lot, but it was enough for the early days of the apocalypse. Before leaving Anping, he left 10 for the Tianyu base, and now he still has 40 in his extradimensional space. Taking out 3 wouldn't have much of an impact on him.

In addition to the three trucks, Chen Yu also took out 100 P226 pistols and two boxes of 9mm pistol ammunition, totaling 4,000 rounds, from the other dimension, intending to equip his "militia" with them.

Although he had other good stuff in his alternate dimension, he didn't trust these people since they were just temporary hires.

If he gave them a powerful weapon, he would be dumbfounded if they suddenly turned against him.

Although they are just some pistols, these are custom-made and do not need to take into account the effects of extreme cold. They are more than enough to deal with a mob of people wielding machetes and compound bows.

After thinking it over, Chen Yu still felt it was a bit too risky. If his men really turned against him, he would be in trouble even with 100 pistols.

So he retrieved an XM-30 mechanized infantry fighting vehicle from another dimension. With this vehicle as cover, he could prevent his subordinates from betraying him and also guard against unknown accidents.

After all, this is Baqing, one of the old military industrial cities of the Great Xia Dynasty. It cannot be underestimated. He is unfamiliar with the place and people, and it would be troublesome if he were ambushed.

Chen Yu pondered to himself, his gaze sweeping across the warehouse to ensure that every piece of equipment was placed in the right location.

He walked over to the XM-30 mechanized infantry fighting vehicle, carefully inspected its weapon systems, and made sure it had enough ammunition.

Touching the bulletproof steel plate covering its surface, he felt a strong sense of security.

After confirming once again that nothing had been forgotten, Chen Yu turned and left the abandoned warehouse.

After climbing out of the snow pit and confirming that no one was around, the alternate dimension was opened again.

A torrent of ice and snow poured down, instantly burying the snow pit.

The abandoned warehouse was once again buried deep under the snow and ice, and the snow surface returned to calm, as if nothing had ever happened.

Chen Yu trudged through the thick snow and silently returned to the prefab house at the entrance of the town.

He lit a fire, and the room quickly warmed up.

All that's needed now is for the nearby "militia" to arrive so they can dig out the vehicles and guns from the warehouse.