You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Chapter 281 Getting Straight to the Point

"How is the situation in the city?"

Lieutenant Wu cut to the chase, but his words clearly carried a hint of doubt and testing.

He didn't care whether Xu Lin was really a police superintendent

or if he had served in the military before.

Those details were unimportant.

What mattered was Xu Lin's identity at that moment and which faction he truly represented, the remnants of the government or some civilian organization that had survived in the urban area?

Or were these people not from the urban area at all?

That was what he wanted to know.

Xu Lin's eyes showed a touch of surprise, but he quickly regained his composure, and then promptly recounted the current situation of the urban area in detail.

He even disclosed that his company now controlled two major settlements.

None of this was worth concealing.

In fact, he even exaggerated a bit.

If Lieutenant Wu was a proud man, Xu Lin would have to demonstrate sufficient strength in front of him; otherwise, he would inevitably be looked down upon, which would affect the plans to follow.

Indeed, when the man before him heard Xu Lin say, "We have already recaptured the entire city center," his expression changed drastically.

The calm he had maintained since entering was finally broken.

"The city center has been entirely recaptured?"

"Are you sure?"

Lieutenant Wu's gaze was piercing as he stared intently at Xu Lin's face, as if any sign of wavering on Xu Lin's part would prompt him to do something dangerous immediately.@@@@

However, Xu Lin seemed even more at ease, and even smiled slightly with a lift of his mouth.

"Lieutenant, do I have any reason to lie to you?"

"The territories our company has reclaimed are not limited to the city center, but also include parts of Jiangbei, and even the old city and Jiangnan District, where your unfortunate incident occurred, are patrolled by our people."

As he spoke, he suddenly took something out of his bosom and laid it on the table between them.

Lieutenant Wu glanced at the table subconsciously, flashing a moment of realization.

It was unmistakably a military pistol.

It belonged to them.

Even on the pistol grip, one could see a name, "Li Hao."

It was the name of the original company commander.

The pistol was his issued sidearm.

"You just mentioned the company?"

Fifty years ago, maybe someone would believe that story.

Back then, the folk customs were simple, and everyone was deeply influenced by advanced thinking. It wasn't impossible to bring some eggs and pancakes to the army.

But if you say that now, when every survivor on the streets is so hungry, they're gnawing at the ground.

Sending supplies to this so-called retreating force that's actually in disarray?

Do you believe what you're saying?

Yet Xu Lin still maintained a calm demeanor as if to say you can believe it or not, even exuding a sense of grievance as if Captain Wu was being petty for doubting his noble intentions.

"Forget it, forget it; if you don't believe it, there's nothing I can do."

"Since that's the case, then I'll just—"

Xu Lin pretended to stand up, his expression seemingly suggesting, if you don't want the supplies, should I just take them back?

Captain Wu immediately leaned forward to hold him back and forcefully pushed Xu Lin back into his chair.

"Hey, what are you doing, Chief Xu?"

"I'm just curious, that's all!"

"Don't mind me."

He felt his heart pounding wildly, as if the cargo full of supplies would be hauled back to where it came from if he was even a little late in his response.

No one understood the current situation at the outpost better than Captain Wu—it was on the verge of running out of ammunition and food.

No one knew what had happened, but they had been unable to contact the base.

Even if they wanted to return, they couldn't.

Without support, and unable to loot like those survivors who had lost the restraint of law, they could only rely on their own training to search for needed supplies.

But to avoid casualties, the captain didn't want his men going into the city or those populous towns either.

As a result, the situation at the outpost worsened day by day.

The troops were starving.

Complaints were heard everywhere.

They were not unable to fight.

They didn't turn into cowards at the sight of zombies like mice seeing a cat; it was merely because of an order to avoid casualties that they were stuck in this quarry with no village ahead and no shop behind.

The original plan of the lieutenant was to temporarily stay here awaiting orders from superiors as well as supplies and equipment support.

Then they would regroup and start recapturing from the towns.

But who would have thought it would be half a year.

Superiors?

To hell with superiors.

On the radio, apart from those few prerecorded female voices playing over and over, there were no other signals anymore.