Zhou Yang had not anticipated such brutality. "Didn't you ever consider using missiles to wipe out the zombies in the city?"
"We thought about it, really did, but do you know? The living survivors, what they hope for is to see the army come and save them, not to witness the army's missiles bombing them, annihilating their last chance of survival."
Zhou Yang looked at the resolute face of the soldier and did not press him further.
He just nodded.
Agreeing with what he said.
Indeed, some people harbor hope for humanity, while others have hearts so dark, not a glimmer of light can be seen.
As night fell and the time for patrol shifts came, he returned to his accommodation, in front of him lay the crystals, the quantity of which left him speechless.
"So fragrant..."
