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The spacious cafeteria felt as if the air had been suddenly sucked out, creating a silence that was suffocating. Everyone, including the Blonde Woman and the Black and White Duo, focused their gazes on Liu Yan.
Liu Yan remained unfazed, the scholarly aura around him dissipated, replaced by a presence similar to that of the Blonde Woman and her companions. Behind his transparent glasses, his eyes appeared somewhat unfamiliar, glinting like a knife submerged in icy water—sharp and chilling.
Luo Yu's complexion turned pale, her beautifully shaped lips trembling. The scene before her left her in a daze; the memories of the deceased A Hai and the barely alive Song Jiu flooded her mind. The usually calm and composed girl could no longer think clearly, as Liu Yan's words echoed in her ears—words she barely understood.
Returning to execute Field Duty—was it all a lie?
Luo Yu was not the only one filled with doubts; even the Blonde Woman seemed stunned. Her sapphire eyes fixed intently on Liu Yan, and after a long pause, she slowly spoke, "Wen Wentao is still alive?"
A fleeting look of loneliness crossed Liu Yan's eyes, and his tone turned somewhat mournful as he shook his head. "I don't know; we got separated."
"Tell me what happened. Tell me everything you know." She glanced at the Black man, gesturing for him to step outside to guard the door, disregarding the presence of many others in the room. Loud Voice pressed on, "Where did you go? Why didn’t you return to your team back then?"
Liu Yan secretly sighed with relief; he had anticipated the Blonde Woman's reaction. After a moment of contemplation, he replied, "After completing our bombing mission, we encountered some unexpected events."
"What kind of unexpected events?" The Blonde Woman furrowed her brows tightly, pressing for more details.
"The pursuing ship exceeded its fuel consumption range. After the bombing ended, we couldn't make it back due to fuel shortages and had to make an emergency landing." Liu Yan lifted his eyelids, a sorrowful expression brewing on his face. "We lost many team members, and our radio was damaged. The captain of Wu Wentao led us to take refuge in a remote mountain while we waited for the Zombie Tide to pass before figuring out how to return to headquarters."
"Continue."
"The Zombie Tide triggered by the bombing was beyond our expectations; the scale of Zombies in the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region was too immense. We had to extend our standby time. Later on, food became scarce, and when we went out in batches to search for supplies, we lost more personnel." Liu Yan paused for a moment before sighing deeply. "It wasn't until heavy snow sealed off the mountains that the captain believed it was time to break through. However, one by one, team members began to react; I also showed symptoms after leaving the valley. When I woke up, I was all alone—everyone else had vanished."
The Blonde Woman's expression turned grave as she listened intently to Liu Yan's account. After a moment of thoughtfulness, she asked, "So why didn’t you return after you woke up?"
Liu Yan let out a long sigh and shrugged helplessly. "I don’t know how long it’s been; both the captain and team members were gone. All I had left was a rusty gun—I didn’t know how to get back."
"So you've been wandering ever since?"
"Yes, I've been to many camps and finally ended up here." Liu Yan raised his face, tears shimmering in his eyes. "I heard there are people here like me, so I thought perhaps I could find my former comrades. It’s been three years—waiting day and night—I finally hoped you would come."
The Fat Man lowered his head awkwardly while two Young Men holding Song Jiu looked somewhat embarrassed as they struggled with their emotions.
Luo Yu then noticed these three individuals; a faint blush crept onto her pale face as her confusion deepened. She had no impression of this Fat Man but recognized those two Young Men as part of an elite faction. How could they betray Brother Jiu under Liu Yan's command? Luo Yu sensed something was off but dared not show it; she maintained her previous demeanor and continued listening intently to the conversation between the men and women in front of her.
The Blonde Woman jumped off the table and approached Liu Yan, patting him on the shoulder with a hint of melancholy on her profile as she sighed softly. "I was old partners with your captain. Three years ago when he didn’t return, our boss was very worried about him. We haven’t forgotten; we just have no way to search."
"I understand." Liu Yan squeezed out two tears and lowered her head in sorrow.
"It's good that you're back. You're alive, and perhaps others are too. Once we handle things here, you can come with us. I think the boss will be very happy to hear about you," she said, a faint smile on her lips as she recalled the fiery Lu Xun from their past. Although they often argued when they partnered together, there was a bond between them. She had always believed in Wu Wentao's abilities and was confident he wouldn't easily meet his end. By chance, she had heard news about him today.
Liu Yan nodded excitedly and turned to point at Song Jiu, asking, "I found this person in the warehouse; you’ve met him already."
"Of course," the Blonde Woman replied cheerfully, glancing around curiously. "Oh, there's another girl too."
"I don't know; I only saw him," Liu Yan lied casually. Changing the subject, she asked, "What about the others? Do you need my help outside? I'm somewhat familiar with this place."
"You stay here with them; I have someone who knows this area better," the Blonde Woman said, pulling Chef Jia Bingliang's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. She beckoned White Person over and tossed Liu Yan a gun, saying, "Deal with any troublemakers."
As the Blonde Woman led Chef Jia and White Person to the square, a few disheveled Zombies stumbled back from the main entrance ruins. The camp's perimeter was chaotic; amidst the brutal fighting, the desperate Militia had managed to drive a few stragglers back into the camp, turning the tide of battle in an unexpected direction.
The Militia stood panting outside a half-finished trench, covered in blood and grime. They barely felt their injuries during the chaos, but now that they paused, pain surged through them all at once, causing several to collapse on the ground. The soldiers exchanged glances, surprise etched on their faces; they hadn't expected to reverse the situation. However, the heavy toll of their victory was hard to bear—of the sixty or seventy who had rushed out of the camp with Jiao Ziqian, fewer than twenty were still standing, including those who were merely injured but not dead.
"Where's Qian'er Brother?" a Young Man asked as he looked around anxiously.
"I don't know; I saw him starting a fire earlier, and then he just disappeared," Militia A replied with a shake of his head. He found it strange; although this young leader could be reckless at times, he fought fiercely without regard for his own life.
"What should we do? A few Zombies have retreated back into the camp," Militia B asked.
Direct Descendant Young Man took a breath and said, "Let's not go in yet; there are still injured people inside. We need to bandage them up quickly and retrieve our guns while we wait for Qian'er Brother."
The Militia members acknowledged each other and left a few behind to tend to the wounded who were crying out in pain. The rest followed Direct Descendant Young Man back into the flickering battlefield to retrieve shiny black automatic weapons from the fallen Zombies. The casualties among the Militia were severe; most had been killed instantly with hardly any serious injuries left behind. Blood flowed like rivers across the ground, soaking it thoroughly and creating a sticky mess underfoot while acrid smoke rose from the burning flames.
The Blonde Woman frowned as she scrutinized the three disheveled Zombies that had retreated. In an incredulous tone, she asked, "You were chased back by a bunch of rural Militia?"
The three Zombies looked embarrassed, standing silently with their heads down. It was no wonder Big Sister's tone was mocking; it was indeed humiliating—who would have thought those country bumpkins would suddenly fight like they were on fire?
"What about the others?" e asked with an odd expression, seemingly still believing that others were still fighting and not considering retreat at all.
A Zombie as large as a bear grumbled heavily, "They're dead; the captain is missing."
The Blonde Woman's eyes widened in shock as realization hit her after a moment of silence. Anger surged within her as she shouted furiously, "Useless bunch of fools!"
e was furious while Chef Jia felt secretly pleased; it had been an afternoon full of bad news until now when what seemed like their least reliable ally—Jiao Ziqian—had brought some hope. It appeared that the attacking Zombies didn't take the Militia seriously after all. For now, it seemed these few Zombies were all that remained. Chef Jia's stiff expression softened slightly as he silently cheered for Jiao Ziqian, hoping he could turn things around.
The blonde woman glanced at Chef Jia and coldly remarked, "Jia Jia, my tolerance seems to have gone unappreciated."
Chef Jia turned his gaze away without responding.
"Don't forget your identity. Spring has arrived; how far can winter be?" She altered a famous quote from Shelley, meaningfully patting Chef Jia on the back before striding over the collapsed Charred Log, squinting at the busy Militia across the trench.
The two sides were less than a hundred meters apart, and the Militia noticed the large Foreign Horse standing atop the ruins. They whispered to their teammates, planning to first move into the dugout-like trench to avoid being shot by the enemy's cold guns.
A team cleaning up the battlefield also returned. The Direct Descendant Young Man had fewer concerns than the Militia and, not having seen Chef Jia, was the first to raise his gun and fire, sending a burst of flames toward the cowering Zombie. Unfortunately, the Militia's marksmanship was quite poor; some had never even handled firearms before. They watched the flames erupt with excitement but failed to even scratch the Zombie's oily skin. The young men quickly waved their hands to stop this wasteful use of ammunition, regrouping back to the center of a pile of scrap metal for cover, anxiously discussing what to do next.
Before the Militia could come to a conclusion, gunfire suddenly erupted from the wild forest. Soon after, a figure dashed out, shouting as he ran, "Fall back! The Zombie is coming again!"
The Militia was startled, recognizing Jiao Ziqian's voice but hesitating in confusion about where to retreat.
Sure enough, Jiao Ziqian flew out of the trees like the wind, his face marked with soot and burns. Upon seeing everyone huddled behind the vehicles, he slammed to a stop and shouted, "What are you waiting for? Let's go!"
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