"Yes, thank you, Officer Miao!"

"Why are you being so polite? Have you forgotten we're family?"

"Yes, yes, we're family! Dazhu, drive the tank back, don't go too fast, and don't go to places that are too bumpy!"

"clear!"

Li Dazhu agreed and drove the tank back. He drove very slowly along the way, and always looked for flat areas to drive on.

"Xiaoyue, it's all my fault. You got hurt saving me!"

"Brother Wang, please don't say that. I'd do anything for you!"

"Alright, enough with the mushy stuff! Xiaoyue, you need to rest now, so don't say anything!"

"Thanks!"

Guan Xiaoyue thanked Officer Miao apologetically and then fell silent. Afterward, she looked at Wang Bin with affectionate eyes, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

Officer Miao sighed inwardly, walked to the machine gunner's position and sat down, no longer looking at Guan Xiaoyue.

Perhaps because she had lost a lot of blood, Guan Xiaoyue was very weak and fell asleep quickly.

Uncle Li and Uncle Zhang sat by the window, chatting as they watched the others keep watch outside. Suddenly, Uncle Zhang smiled and pointed to a dark dot in the distance, saying, "Oh, Wang Bin and the others are back so early!"

"Hey bro, you've got a sharp eye!"

"Haha, you flatter me!"

"Why are they so slow?!"

"It's a bit slow. Could there be something wrong with their tanks?"

"Very likely!"

After saying that, Uncle Li quickly took out his binoculars and looked over. He didn't find anything unusual about the tank, and there were no zombies around.

"Brother, you stay here and keep watch, I'm going to check on you!"

"Your legs aren't very strong, let me go!"

Zhang Ping smiled and said something, then picked up a rifle next to him, went downstairs, and jogged towards the tank.