Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 127 He Took the Base - They Took His Heart

Things went smoother after that. Evan’s side had nothing more to argue about. A deal was struck - his squad handed over the underground granary and took over guard duty at the Newhome Community in Ashbrook Town. They’d also be in charge of securing the perimeter.

Magnus’s Ice Regiment fully took over the granary. In return, every day they provided Chandler’s team with 700 pounds of rice, 1,000 liters of clean water, and the promised weapons - everything delivered as agreed. And if Specter needed Chandler’s people to move again, he’d have to pay extra in supplies. That was all clearly laid out in the deal.

That night, Chandler and five others led their team back to Ashbrook. They agreed to vacate the underground granary by noon the next day. After 12, the Ice Regiment would move in officially.

Once they left, Liana finally let out a breath. "Can’t believe they didn’t just threaten to blow the granary up. Would’ve put us in a bind."

"They’re not dumb," Charlotte said with a lazy stretch. "If we had cornered them, or gone in guns blazing... damn right they might’ve done it."

"Exactly," Emily chimed in. "Only thing they didn’t realize was that we could trade that food with other teams. They thought we’d give them rice, water, weapons - they’d just eat their fill and call it even."

Liana frowned. "How would they not know that? We traded water last time. Didn’t they learn anything?"

"That’s different," Emily said, shaking her head. "Last time, we had crystals. No one dared mess with us. But them? They try hauling rice to a trade point, some other group’ll jack ’em in broad daylight. They don’t have the muscle."

"So what about us then?" Liana still seemed unsure, turning to Specter. "Xiaofan, are we gonna do trade like last time? Bring squads to the crossroads?"

"We don’t need to," Specter said, rising and heading to the bar for a drink. He knocked one back, eyes sharp. "We’ve got a better way this time..."

*****

Next day, 12:10 PM. Specter drove with his crew to the granary site. Chandler didn’t pull any tricks - he was there with over twenty of his men, ready for handoff as agreed.

By 2 PM, the Ice Regiment’s massive convoy, over 300 vehicles, rolled into Ashbrook in full force. Liana and the others were busy directing the resettlement - parking, clearing mutated beasts, checking the underground space, all the details.

Specter stepped down and walked the perimeter three full times, hand-sketching a rough map. Then he went inside the granary again, checking every corner with Charlotte, exchanging thoughts.

The place was bigger and more intricate than he’d imagined. Sure, he’d seen it once before - but that was just scratching the surface.

There were three entrances to the underground network; two had caved in. Chandler said they were like that when he got here - no clue what happened.

The open path led into a tunnel like a war-era bunker - about 8 meters high and 17 wide. Roughly 120 meters in, the tunnel split into five separate branches, each going to a different storage area. Taking a random tunnel from the last fork, Magnus and Charlotte walked another sixty meters before hitting yet another split - three new tunnels, each leading to a giant grain warehouse.

They picked one and stepped inside. Evan found a switch and flipped it. Lights snapped on, flooding the place in brightness. Magnus and Charlotte both sucked in a breath at what they saw.

The place was massive - almost 20,000 square meters, nearly the size of three football fields. Rows upon rows of burlap sacks stacked high, their surfaces wrapped in layers of clear plastic sheeting. Walking deeper in, following Evan, both of them felt dwarfed, like they’d wandered into a canyon made of food.

Evan threw a glance back at them. "This? This is just one," he said, gesturing them onward.

He led them to the center of the space, stopping before a sunken area roughly 6,000 square meters wide. The pit went deep, lined with steel plates down its walls. Inside were colossal silos, their tops barely visible from above. Beside the pit squatted several mining carts, oversized and worn.

Evan pointed to them. "Want to head down and take a closer look?"

"No need," Magnus shook his head. Charlotte asked, "Are we underground or still inside the mountain?"

"Still in the mountain," Evan replied. "These ranges stretch miles. We’re right in the belly of one. There’s ventilation above, and all this grain’s been treated for moisture. That’s about all I know. Don’t ask me the science behind it."

"How many of these warehouses are there?" asked Magnus.

"Ten, same size, all down here," Evan said.

"Ten?" Charlotte’s eyes widened. "How much food does that even hold?"

"If this grain never spoiled," Evan chuckled dryly, "we’d be eating till the planet goes up in smoke."

Charlotte quickly followed with another question. "Then how long before it starts to go bad?"

"We’re up north, so it does better here than down south," Evan replied. "When we first got in, we asked the same. Answer was: rice lasts four to five years, corn about three to four, beans too. They’re using some newer tech, national-level stuff. Used to be way less."

Magnus stood there, taking it all in. In his past life, he’d never made it this deep. Just a few days ago, he’d worried whether his Ice Regiment’s thousand members would even fit in here. Now, that worry felt laughable.

Looking at this place, he figured even 300 vehicles could roll in at once and still not fill the space. This underground setup might even be bigger than Ashbrook Town itself.

It took them nearly two hours to tour the entire system with Evan. Not all of it was walking - they paused often to inspect different spots.

Aside from the main tunnel, they counted 17 branches. Ten led to the enormous warehouses. Two reached separate exits. Of the remaining five, one led to a warehouse with twenty freight trucks parked inside - grain-haulers.

Another took them to what looked like a dormitory and mess hall. Small space, might house fifty at most.

And the last three paths... Magnus’s eyes flickered. Something about those made his brow twitch.