Chapter 183 The Army?

"Tell me what happened during the explosion, and then I'll tell you what 'considered' means," the captain said to Mu Qingyu with a smile.

"Cunning!" Mu Qingyu thought to herself. But her expression remained unchanged; she simply nodded and said, "That warehouse—"

Pointing to the warehouse that was still burning after the explosion, she said, "That used to be a liquor warehouse. These big rats bred in there. There was one particularly huge rat, the size of a goat, and a whole bunch of tiny rats whose fur hadn't even fully grown yet..."

Ugh! Just describing this scene made Mu Qingyu feel disgusted! Mu Qingyu deliberately didn't call them mutated rats, not wanting to appear as if she knew them.

"I pried open that warehouse and found only alcohol. I finally managed to break in, and I was thinking of checking if there was any food, but then I saw a bunch of rats..."

"The big rat seemed to be protecting the little rats; it didn't attack me, it just squeaked. I was going to run, and I did run, but once I got out, I found the road was swarming with big rats..."

As Mu Qingyu spoke, it triggered some unpleasant memories, and she couldn't help but gag, which made her words seem even more real.

Of course, she had to make up a story, otherwise she would have to tell those soldiers on the other side, "Ah, I have a space where people can enter, and I saw a mutated mother rat in my space..."

She could only try her best to make up a logical story.

"A lot of mutated rats?" the captain asked nervously, glancing warily around. His soldiers were also on high alert.

Mu Qingyu waved to them: "They're mostly dead now. I saw too many big rats before, so I hid on the roof of another warehouse."

"I saw those big rats rush into the warehouse where the liquor was stored. It was probably because the big female rat kept squeaking, which was likely summoning other big rats."

"I saw that most of them went into the same warehouse, and suddenly a wicked thought crossed my mind, and I—"

Mu Qingyu was interrupted by the captain's cough before she could finish speaking: "Cough cough cough, don't use idioms indiscriminately..." What the hell is this—who the hell would describe themselves like that when killing zombies or mutated rats?

It's like I did something wrong.

"Oh." Mu Qingyu said "oh" and continued, "In short, I only had one thought at the time, which was to blow up all these disgusting things! That's what I thought, and that's what I did."

"What did you use to detonate the warehouse? Explosives? How did you get such a thing?" The captain became wary again.

"Explosives?!" Mu Qingyu exclaimed in shock. "How could I possibly have something like that? But I would love to!"

team leader:"………"

"It was an incendiary bomb. Homemade, made with alcohol. My younger brother knows how to tinker with these things and made quite a few for me to use for self-defense when I go out. And it actually came in handy," Mu Qingyu said.

The method of making incendiary bombs is very simple, and the materials are easy to obtain. It is not surprising that some people know how to make them.

"Your brother? Where is he? Why are you all alone?" the captain asked again.

Mu Qingyu finally looked at the captain with a particularly strange expression: "Brother, you really are... um... how should I put it? You're like a frightened bird. There are dozens of you, all armed, and a bunch of grown men. I'm a woman, I don't even have a gun, and I'm not panicking, so why are you? Why are you more alert than me?"

team leader:"………"

Everyone: "..."

What she said seems to make a lot of sense!

Judging from the current situation, they do seem quite nervous.

The captain quickly covered up his embarrassment and awkwardness with a dry cough, as if he wanted to explain something.

Just then, another team he had sent out to inspect Huisheng Garden returned.

"Reporting, Captain, there's no one else in Huisheng Garden. During the patrol, we encountered three injured mutated rats, but we didn't fire; we dealt with them directly." Xiao Wu, the one who was sent out, reported, waving the military dagger in his hand.

The captain looked at Mu Qingyu again, who was clearly getting impatient: "My brother is at home and hasn't gone out at all! I came to Huisheng Garden today to scout out if there are any supplies here! If there are, our village will organize a team to come and collect them."

She finished speaking in one breath, clearly dissatisfied with the captain's constant questioning.

The captain was indeed a bit embarrassed and could only explain, "We were originally a small squad stationed in District F of the neighboring City B. You asked if we were in the military, right? We used to be. But after the apocalypse—"

"We've lost contact with both our brother units and our superiors. The world is in chaos now, and we can't find our own units, so we have to find our own way to survive. We don't even know if we can still be considered soldiers anymore."

Mu Qingyu nodded, "Oh, then you guys did the calculations." She wasn't just saying that offhand.

Three years after the apocalypse, the military was the first to restore communication and launched a nationwide conscription drive, recruiting former active-duty soldiers back into the army. The benefits were quite good; they would receive standard-issue weapons and wouldn't have to go hungry.

The authorities later established a legion of superhumans composed entirely of former military personnel, which was quite impressive. However, they only recruited soldiers who were still active before the apocalypse.

These soldiers are the ones with official positions. Those superhuman legions or squads outside are just mercenaries for the military. Their treatment is vastly different.

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