Chapter 53 Will that day ever come?
"Open the door!"
Without Qingyu even having to shout, the soldiers guarding the gate had already spotted them and quickly opened the gate to let everyone in.
"Captain, did you get such a good haul this time?"
The soldiers were delighted to see the truck full of food.
"Yes, this should last a long time. Keep this food safe and take some out for the survivors."
Qingyu gave instructions to the soldiers who had gathered.
Not only the soldiers, but Han Shuo also wanted to come over when he saw the survivors inside. So much food was enough to make them envious.
"Back off!" a soldier shouted.
Seeing the rifles in the soldiers' hands, the survivors who wanted to come over eventually retreated.
"Captain, where's Tiger?"
One of the soldiers noticed that Tiger was no longer in the group, but instead had an unfamiliar face.
When someone mentioned Tiger's name again, the joy in Xiao Zhao and the others' eyes vanished, replaced by a renewed wave of sadness.
"I'm sorry everyone, Tiger... didn't come back." Qingyu said remorsefully, her eyes reddening again.
In fact, Qingyu knew that compared to himself as the captain, the soldiers under his command spent every day with Huzi, sleeping with him, and their bond was definitely much deeper...
"Tiger? He's not back?" The soldier who had just asked the question stood frozen in place.
"Captain, you're lying to me, aren't you?"
"Tiger must be behind us, I'll go outside and wait for him!"
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Apart from Han Shuo and his three companions, the remaining five soldiers refused to believe Qing Yu's words. Some even went outside to wait...
"Enough! I need you to accept reality!" Qingyu shouted angrily, knowing that being sad wouldn't solve anything.
"Actually, it wasn't just Tiger; if it weren't for this young man's rescue, the three of us wouldn't have made it back either!"
Qingyu suddenly felt a lump in his throat, unsure how to face the brothers who had risked their lives with him!
"Han Shuo and I come in. Xiao Zhao, you tell them the details."
After saying that, Qingyu walked into the house, because he knew that his tears might fall at any moment, and he felt more guilty than anyone else.
But as the team leader, he couldn't show his vulnerable side to everyone!
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"Xiao Zhao, what exactly happened?"
"Yes, why hasn't Tiger come back!"
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After Qingyu left, the soldiers surrounded Xiao Zhao and Zheng Deliang, asking them what had happened.
Han Shuo sighed softly, and without lingering any longer, followed Qing Yu into the house.
Qingyu's room was simply decorated with a table, a few chairs, and a bed, but nothing else.
"Please accept my condolences." Han Shuo wasn't good at comforting people, and after thinking for a long time, he could only squeeze out three words.
Qingyu turned his head; by this time, he had regained his composure.
"It's alright. Some things are best left in the past. Just keep them in your heart. After all, there's still a long road ahead," Qingyu said, uttering a profound statement.
"When do you plan to return to the underground research institute?" Han Shuo didn't want to bring up things that would upset Qing Yu anymore, so he changed the subject.
"We'll have to wait a bit longer. There should still be some survivors in the city. They'll probably only return when they gather around a hundred people," Qingyu said.
"oh."
Han Shuo didn't ask why. If Qing Yu wanted to tell him, he would. Most importantly, Han Shuo wasn't particularly interested in these things that were unimportant to him.
After a few simple words between the two, the room fell silent.
Han Shuo casually found a chair and sat down. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, which he didn't know where he got it from, and began to wipe the dirt off the Tang sword.
After Han Shuo cleared up his doubts, he had nothing more to ask and returned to his previous quiet demeanor; he wasn't as talkative as the fat man.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and in the end, Qingyu spoke first.
"Uh... this rescue of these surviving civilians was actually a mission from the research institute."
"The mission has a number of personnel requirements, so it's a win-win situation. It can protect the surviving survivors and also add some labor to your research institute."
Since Qingyu had spoken, Han Shuo continued the conversation.
"That's pretty much what you said. After all, the things in the research institute aren't unlimited. There always have to be some people coming up from underground to find some usable supplies."
"And with people coming up, there will be deaths and injuries. Over time, fresh blood will be needed to replenish the ranks, otherwise, the blood will eventually run out."
After Qingyu finished speaking, Han Shuo nodded in understanding.
"But do you know what the most important thing is in rescuing these survivors?"
Qingyu knew that Han Shuo was very smart, so she wanted him to continue guessing.
Half a minute later, Han Shuo asked.
"What?" This time, he didn't guess.
"Reproduction! When this crisis is completely over and all the zombies are wiped out, the reconstruction of humanity will require these people to reproduce rapidly."
After hearing Qingyu's words, Han Shuo shook his head with a wry smile.
"Brother Qingyu, I don't mean to discourage you, but do you think the current situation will ever reach that point?"
Even without accurate statistics, Han Shuo believes that the number of zombies is at least a thousand times, ten thousand times, or even more than the number of humans, not including other animals and wild beasts infected by the Ice Crystal Virus.
The fog covered such a vast area that, within a day and a night, everyone who had come into contact with it was infected. Han Shuo couldn't even imagine the number.
Moreover, in the short two months following the dense fog, how many people died, and how many were injured and assimilated is also a terrifying fact.
What's most despairing is that there's no antidote for the Ice Crystal Virus! These zombies can no longer be considered human; they're more like corpses that have been reborn after death.
To bring someone back to life? That's the work of a god, but there are no gods in this world!
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"Although it's very difficult, we must always have dreams!" Qingyu still held onto some hope in her heart.
"I hope so!" At this moment, Han Shuo had finished wiping the Tang sword in his hand, raised his head, his face expressionless, and responded to Qing Yu in a faint voice.
Han Shuo did not continue arguing with Qing Yu on this topic.
It's clear that Qingyu is a rather positive and optimistic person. As a soldier, her sentiments and convictions about certain things are different from those of others.
Whether before the catastrophe or now.
Han Shuo always knew very well that among so many people in this world, he was just one of them, an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary.
Han Shuo will strive for what he can achieve, but he won't waste time thinking about what he can't.
Han Shuo only thinks about the most realistic goals. Before the catastrophe, Han Shuo believed that his goals could be described in one sentence:
How to live a carefree and easy life!
After the catastrophe, Han Shuo's goal became:
How can I survive?
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