Chapter 947 Confrontation

The night was like a shroud soaked in crude oil, pressing heavily on the container wall of Tianchang Logistics Park.

The box filled with concrete glowed coldly like a tombstone in the moonlight, and the caltrops on the top of the wall were covered with peeling rust, whistling in the north wind like the wailing of dead souls.

At the entrance to this temporary security zone set up by the 76th Legion, three checkpoints looked like interlocking iron teeth, glowing coldly under the dim searchlights.

At the southern entrance of the security zone, three steel checkpoints stood grimly under the searchlights.

Zhang Ziming, a retired captain of the 77th Corps' Shengwu County garrison, was standing solemnly outside the cordon with veterans.

As their eyes swept across the "safe zone" set up by the 76th Army Corps, their joy of returning home quickly froze into ice.

In the verification area outside the passage, two soldiers with suspicious brown spots on their cuffs were leaning against a container, carrying ZB01 assault rifles with greasy barrels slung across their shoulders. The searchlights above their heads were mechanically licking the long, disheveled queue of survivors back and forth.

In the quarantine area in the middle, the dim green light of the detector swept across the inspector's mask every five seconds, casting a swaying ghost shadow on his chemical protective suit.

Under the canvas tent with a sign saying "Collection Point" on the innermost side, the harsh scraping sound of metal trays could be heard continuously.

A skinny hand held out half a piece of moldy bread, which was snatched away by a soldier wearing tactical gloves. From the corner of the shed came the muffled sobbing of a child with his mouth covered, mixed with the soldier's scolding: "Next! What are you dawdling for!"

The stench of decay, sweat, disinfectant and diesel exhaust mingled in the air into a poisonous miasma. In the distant city, tracer bullets cut through the night, and the sound of gunfire was like the growl of a trapped beast.

Stifling and depressing, just looking at it made Zhang Ziming and other veterans of the 77th Army breathless...

Whether they were still serving in the 77th Regiment or surviving in the wild after retirement, they had never felt this kind of suffocation from the inside out...

Zhang Ziming's knuckles turned white from pinching. This was the safe zone built by the 77th Army in Lan City? ?

Compared with the densely populated Chongqing, the Northwest is sparsely populated. Shouldn’t the situation be better?

Why does everyone from top to bottom feel like they are starving? They can't even compare to the conditions of their own 77th Army, let alone the 77th Army after it was incorporated into the Zhongzhou War Zone!

Especially the scene at the collection point just now: even the life-saving rations of the refugees were confiscated?

This person must be really hungry. He must be extremely poor or extremely greedy!

Thinking of this, he suddenly glanced at the seven modified off-road vehicles and small trucks behind him, which were stocked with enough field rations and medicines for half a year...

"Okay, Captain Zhang, I've already handled the expedited procedures for you. I'll just take you to the queue!"

Just at this moment, the lieutenant who had gone to the front to help them with the expedited procedures came back, and there was an imperceptible heat in his eyes as he looked at Zhang Ziming.

While he was speaking, about a squad of garrison troops walked out from the passage. The leading sergeant had a ruffian temperament. While talking, he was chewing something like betel nut. In the dim light, you could clearly see the white foam on both sides of his mouth.

"Platoon Li, where are the things? I heard you say there are a lot of good stuff, so I brought all my brothers out!" As he spoke, the sergeant squad leader showed an impatient expression on his face, and he was almost rubbing his hands together.

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Zhang Ziming stepped aside to block the convoy, his voice as tight as a bowstring: "Platoon Leader Li, are our military supplies going to be confiscated too?"

"It's a wartime regulation!" Li Li smiled and patted the "Safety Zone Management Regulations": "Uniform rationing is fair! You are a cadre, a company commander, and your rank is higher than mine. I believe that in terms of ideological awareness, I am definitely not as good as you!"

Looking at the look of Platoon Leader Li in front of him, Zhang Ziming didn't believe a word he said. It was conceivable that the security zone that took away even half a piece of bread must be either extremely poor or extremely greedy...

Thinking of this, Zhang Ziming quickly decided not to enter the safe zone. He had people, guns, and supplies. Rather than entering the safe zone and becoming an ordinary person at the mercy of others, it would be better to be free outside!

"Platoon Leader Li, I'm so sorry, I thought you didn't accept equipment and supplies. Some of our brothers are from the neighboring Ning Province."

"We were originally planning to enter the safe zone to rest. We have to go to Ning Province in two days. Now this safe zone has regulations, and we can't break the rules, so we won't go in for now!"

After saying that, at Zhang Ziming's eye signal, a group of 77 retired soldiers from the 15th Regiment turned around and were about to walk out. However, who knew that at this time, the sergeant squad leader who had acted like a gangster just now had brought his men to block their retreat.

Snap! Snap!

Immediately following was the sound of bullets being loaded. At the same time, as Platoon Leader Li made a gesture behind him, the muzzle of the ZB89 heavy machine gun on the gate quickly turned towards him.

At this point, Platoon Leader Li simply stopped pretending. His face fell and his tone was filled with threats:

"Captain Zhang, I call you Captain, do you really think of yourself as a captain? Don't say you have retired and are just an enemy. Even if you haven't retired, you must obey the management when you come to the territory of my 76th Legion!"

"At the end of the world, this is not the time for you to use your privileges or your temper. Everything must be subject to the overall situation of the end of the world!"

"I'm telling you, you and your supplies have been taken over by the 76th Legion. If you dare to resist, you will be killed without mercy!!"

Platoon Leader Li's righteous shouts echoed in the air. Seeing the bad situation, the survivors around him hurriedly dispersed, fearing that the blood would splash on them in the exchange of fire.

"What the hell, what the hell, retreat quickly, the army is coming to take care of us!!"

"This guy is really tough. How dare his little arms to fight against the army's big legs!"

After the survivors quickly retreated to a safe enough area, they couldn't help but start chirping. After all, people like to eat melons, regardless of the environment.

"It seems like they are all in the military, but one side is retired. I think they want some special privileges..."

"Privileges? Actually, there is nothing wrong with giving some privileges to retired people. After all, they have shed blood..."

"Why do I sound like you don't want to hand over the supplies?"

"Not handing over the supplies?" Hearing this, the voice that agreed just now suddenly changed, and the tone became sharp: "That won't work. How can we not hand over the supplies!"

"If we don't hand over the supplies, what will we eat? Just give us some treatment. This is a bit too much..."

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At this point, no one paid any attention to the noise made by the survivors nearby.

Faced with the threat from Platoon Leader Li, Zhang Ziming and his group of veterans from the 77th Corps were no pushovers. They also opened the safety and loaded the guns at extremely fast speeds. Some of them even pulled out the grenade pins with fierce eyes.

Faced with the opponent's desperate posture of dying together, Platoon Leader Li and others who were fighting at home were also held back. They did not dare to act rashly for a moment. The atmosphere on the scene was extremely solemn. Any disturbance could lead to a bloody shootout.

At this moment, a loud shout accompanied by a violent gasp suddenly sounded:

"Li Yong, fuck you, what the hell are you doing?"

"Put your guns down, everyone, put them down. Damn it, you are so arrogant that you dare to draw your guns against friendly forces!"

Before he finished speaking, a major cadre rushed to the platoon leader Li Yong, took the hard-cover document in his hand, and smashed it on his head!

Seeing this, the sergeant squad leader beside him swallowed, put down his gun, and swallowed the betel nut in his mouth like wood chips...

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