Apocalypse: My Sweetie Is Tough but Cute
Chapter 282 - Chapter 282 Chapter 281 Let Go of That Girl (8)

Chapter 282: Chapter 281: Let Go of That Girl (8) Chapter 282: Chapter 281: Let Go of That Girl (8) Qu Guo’an smacked his lips and said, “I have to admit, when you set your mind on something, you would plot and scheme until you got it done.”

“Hey, hey, hey, if you admire me, just say so. Why does it sound twisted when it comes out of your mouth?”

“Alright, should I say you’re a paragon of wisdom and bravery then?”

“Barely passable.”

“Well, aren’t you something!”

As the two talked, a sudden call came from outside the door.

“Report!”

Tang Zelin glanced at Qu Guo’an, who also paused, then turned around.

Tang Zelin said in a stern voice, “Come in!”

“Yes, sir!”

The door opened, and Guozi entered with a serious face. After saluting the two officers, he loudly announced, “Group Captain, Political Commissar, the company commander of the first company of the first battalion is here!”

Tang Zelin, puzzled, asked Qu Guo’an, “Did you call for Ji Dong?”

“No! Did you?”

“I didn’t either.”

Qu Guo’an’s expression changed, and he quickly put down the marriage certificate in his hand, “Damn it! Could something have happened outside the city? Ji Dong has been out there these days.”

Tang Zelin instructed Guozi: “Let Company Commander Ji come in.”

“Yes, sir!”

Guozi turned to convey the message, and shortly after, Ji Dong, covered in dust, came in and saluted.

“Group Captain, Political Commissar!”

Tang Zelin sat up straight, arms resting on the table and holding a pen, his expression grave: “The Political Commissar mentioned you had been on the outskirts of the city recently, what brought you back so suddenly?”

Ji Dong replied, “There’s been a situation on the outskirts; the battalion commander couldn’t make up his mind and asked me to come back to explain in detail.”

Tang Zelin and Qu Guo’an exchanged glances, and Old Qu frowned, “We should have communicated through the radio for anything; isn’t it tiresome for you to run all the way here?”

After the Apocalypse, although telephone and communication networks were destroyed for ordinary citizens, wasn’t there still a way of communication within the military? It wasn’t necessary for Ji Dong to come all the way back, was it?

What matter required a person to come back in person?

The atmosphere in the office suddenly grew tense, as both Tang Zelin and Qu Guo’an realized that, after the city of C was sealed off, it looked like they were still about to face some disturbances.

“Group Captain, Political Commissar, our unit and the third company of the 209th Battalion have been guarding the Panqiao area together. There’s been no major issue, but recently, we’ve seen many skeletons around Panqiao, both adults and children. The battalion commander didn’t let the warriors cross the bridge to search rashly. What should we do?”

Qu Guo’an was shocked, “When did this happen?”

Ji Dong replied, “About half an hour before I came back. The folks from the 207th Battalion are guarding the other side; their battalion headquarters should have received the news by now.”

Qu Guo’an looked at Tang Zelin and cursed, “Didn’t the higher-ups start sending troops to deal with the outskirts?”

Tang Zelin frowned, looking displeased: “It means the forces they dispatched were not enough and didn’t get the job done.” After thinking for a moment, he again asked Ji Dong, “Is your entire battalion at Panqiao now?”

“They’re all there. The battalion commander didn’t dare to move them; it’s getting dark and he’s afraid of people sneaking over from Panqiao.”

Removing the pen cap, clicking it back on, removing it again, then clicking it back on, Tang Zelin was deep in thought.

Qu Guo’an said, “Old Tang, something’s not right here! Who did this, they’ve got some nerve. All the nearby cities and counties are stocked with troops. What, do they have a death wish?”

“The neighboring cities, counties, and towns are in a similar lockdown state as our City C, leaving some no-man’s land in between. Normally, they should be dispersed and integrated into the surrounding refugee areas to live, but according to what Ji Dong reported, I’m afraid that place has become somewhat significant.”

“Shall we take a look?”

Tang Zelin put down the pen, stood up, took the military cap from the coat rack behind him, and put it on his head.

“Let’s go to the outskirts and see what’s going on.”