The car had barely driven off when Gu Yanzhi was still thinking about the person she had seen twice that day, and she didn't even hear Gu Yanlin speaking to her.
"Sister, sister?" Gu Yanlin called her several times, but when she didn't respond, he leaned to the side from the passenger seat and waved his hand in front of Gu Yanzhi's eyes.
"ah?"
"What are you thinking about? You seem so lost in thought."
"It's nothing," Gu Yanzhi replied, shaking her head, not remembering who the person was. Gu Yanlin didn't delve into it either, repeating what he had just said, "The temperature seems to be rising very quickly these past two days. It feels like it won't be long before it returns to above zero."
"Will we be able to get to the capital smoothly?" Gu Yanlin asked worriedly.
When they set off yesterday, the temperature was around -30 degrees Celsius. It took them almost 10 days to go from -60 degrees Celsius to -30 degrees Celsius. But just now, Gu Yanlin took a thermometer and measured the current ambient temperature, which is only -15 degrees Celsius.
The temperature rose by 15 degrees Celsius in just one day and one night, much faster than before.
“Indeed, let’s find an opportunity to talk to Brother Chu later.” Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao reached a consensus after listening. This really needed to be discussed with Chu Guodong. If the temperature really rises above zero in the next two days, it would be too dangerous and not suitable to continue traveling.
Plan ahead.
As the three people were talking, the two cars in front of them suddenly stopped.
Song Zhao quickly stepped on the brakes, and the wheels screeched against the ice.
After telling Gu Yanzhi to stay in the car, Song Zhao and Gu Yanlin got out of the car one on each side.
The members of the 532nd team had all gotten out of the vehicle and gathered together.
"Captain, what's wrong?"
Gu Yanlin and Song Zhao walked quickly over and saw that the road ahead was blocked by wooden stakes, and there was a small house very close to the inside of the stakes.
The people inside the house seemed to have heard the commotion outside, and a dozen or so young men rushed out, carrying all sorts of things, mostly various farm tools and kitchen knives, and one of them even had a broom.
"Who goes there? We don't let you through here!" The man in the middle, who looked to be in his forties and seemed to be their leader, shouted warily as several strong young men stood outside the wooden stake.
"Hello, we are soldiers." Chu Guodong took out his identification and stepped forward to show it to them.
"Back off! Back off quickly!" As soon as Chu Guodong moved, the people inside immediately brandished their "weapons" and aimed them at him. The middle-aged man in charge shouted, refusing to let him take another step forward.
"Okay, okay, big brother, please don't get agitated," Chu Guodong quickly took a small step back and said soothingly.
"Brother, we are soldiers from City C, and we are going to City F to carry out a mission. Could you please do us a favor and let us through?" Chu Guodong continued to speak to the people inside.
"We told you not to pass, you'll have to take a detour," the people inside still looked at them warily.
"Brother, could you please tell me which way to detour to F City? We've only seen this road along the way." Chu Guodong was about to continue the conflict with the people in front of him. These people looked like villagers from the surrounding area. Since they couldn't pass through here, they would just find another way.
There's no need to get entangled with the villagers; being cautious during this special period is the right thing to do.
"I don't know, find it yourself," the middle-aged man said, giving off a menacing look that threatened to attack if the man didn't leave.
Just as Chu Guodong was about to continue speaking, a young man squeezed from the back row to the front and patted the middle-aged man.
"Third Uncle, this man really seems to be a soldier," he whispered in his ear.
"You know him?" the middle-aged man, referred to as Third Uncle, asked, tilting his head.
"I saw him during the military region's armed competition; he's an ace in the special forces," the young man continued. "Perhaps we can ask him to help us find the person and get revenge."
The two discussed quietly for a while, then called over a few people nearby to whisper among themselves. After a short while, as if they had made up their minds, the young man stepped forward and called out to Chu Guodong, "Excuse me, are you Chu Guodong of Flying Eagle?"
"Yes, it is me. Do you know me?" Chu Guodong didn't expect that there would be someone who recognized him here. Flying Eagle was the name of the special forces team he was in before he became the captain of the special forces team. It was about two years ago, a few months before the outbreak of the apocalypse, when the teammates of the Flying Eagle team went to various military regions or special forces.
He reorganized the current special forces team, and after the apocalypse, he was incorporated into the rescue team and renamed Team 532.
"Chief Chu, could you show us your identification?" the young man continued to ask.
"Can"
"Don't come any closer, just throw him over here."
Chu Guodong was about to hand over his documents when he was stopped by the middle-aged man, who warily prevented anyone from approaching.
Upon hearing this, Chu Guodong placed his documents directly on the ice, pushed them forcefully, and slid them across the ice, stopping at about two-thirds of the way across.
The young man immediately scrambled out from under the wooden stake and ran to retrieve his identification. The others continued to clutch their "weapons," their eyes fixed on the group opposite them. If they dared to make a move, they wouldn't hesitate to show their ruthlessness.
Upon receiving their military officer IDs, the young man and the middle-aged man looked down at the IDs, then looked up at Chu Guodong himself. They confirmed that the person on the ID was the same Chief Chu they had seen from afar years ago. The person on the ID had a similar profile to the person in front of them, but the person in front of them had lost a lot of weight, which was why they didn't recognize him at first.
“Third Uncle, it’s him,” the young man nodded to the middle-aged man to confirm.
"Chief Chu, I'm sorry for the offense." The middle-aged man took the document from the young man, climbed over the wooden stake, walked to Chu Guodong, handed the document back with both hands, and apologized.
Chu Guodong took the documents and put them in his pocket: "It's alright, can we go now?"
"Yes, yes," the middle-aged man nodded immediately, hesitated for a moment, and continued, "However, I have a favor to ask, and I hope Chief Chu will grant it."
"What kind of person is this, making demands when crossing the street?" Zhao Rui muttered under his breath.
Unexpectedly, everyone was standing too close, and everyone present heard it, including the middle-aged man. His face flushed red. He knew that what he was doing was unreasonable, but he really had no other choice.
"Zhao Rui, shut up!" Chu Guodong shouted sternly upon hearing this.
Then she looked up again and addressed the middle-aged man in a friendly manner: "Please speak."
The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I would like to ask you to help me find a few people."
The middle-aged man took out a stack of photos from his pocket and handed them to Chu Guodong.
Chu Guodong took the photos and looked at them one by one. There were 40 or 50 photos in the stack. There were men and women, old and young. The youngest one was a baby in swaddling clothes. The oldest one looked to be at least 70 years old. Most of them were young adults in their 20s to 40s, about 20 or so.
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