Undead

Chapter 67

"Rest as quietly as possible for a week, until your body absorbs the congestion," the doctor closed the report and said, "During this time, avoid using your eyes and avoid head injuries. The patient's immune system is very strong, so there shouldn't be any major issues."

Zhou Rong thanked the doctor and took Si Nan's hand, leading him out of the medical office.

The next day, the aircraft carrier finally docked in the afternoon, revealing to everyone a vast artificial island cluster in the South China Sea.

Several dozen large and small islands dotted the 8,000-square-kilometer main island, which was the result of twenty years of land reclamation. It now served as the nation's strategic command center and the largest refuge in the post-apocalyptic world.

Following the design concept of the B Military Region's underground refuge, the main island was divided into four major areas: management and communication, energy production, defense equipment exchange, and civilian commerce. Warships shuttled between the mainland and the islands every day, bringing back boatloads of survivors from the battlefields.

After the 118th regiment was disbanded, they lost their garrison. However, General Zheng Xie took charge of the follow-up matters for the special forces. He arranged for Zhou Rong and the others to be placed in double rooms in the main island military district.

A warm breeze swept over the ocean, bringing a pleasant spring atmosphere. The green tree branches beside the dormitory building swayed slightly, making a rustling sound in the sunlight.

Zhou Rong stood in front of the dormitory corridor, gazing at the clean streets and greenery. Dark green military vehicles crisscrossed the area, and in the distance, the deep blue sea emitted the sound of waves. The wind rustled his short hair and the collar of his clothes. Everything was so peaceful and well-organized.

It felt as if the bloody escape over the past half a year had never happened, and the life-and-death battles of just a few days ago suddenly seemed very distant.

General Zheng Xie personally handled the matter and quickly arranged their promotions that day. Zhou Rong was promoted two ranks, while Yan Hao, Chuncao, Ding Shi, and Guo Weixiang each advanced one rank. The seventeen comrades from the 6th team who had sacrificed their lives were all promoted by two ranks as a form of compensation.

General Zheng Xie personally came to collect Zhang Yingjie's ashes, which would be buried in the temporary cemetery designated by the military. Although the cemetery had good surroundings, there were not many ashes inside. After all, most of the fallen soldiers in battle couldn't even leave behind their bodies. Most of the area was occupied by monuments inscribed with the names of the martyrs. However, Zhou Rong immediately declined the offer.

"I promised Yingjie that I would find his wife and child in the northeast. When the time comes, I'll give the ashes to his family."

General Zheng Xie didn't insist, saying, "Although it's not in line with the regulations, you can decide."

The elderly general had a noticeable bruise at the corner of his eye, and Zhou Rong couldn't help but look at it several times. General Zheng Xie touched it and asked, "Is it obvious?"

"Did you...?"

"I fell," the general said with a relaxed tone. "I'm getting old, I can't resist aging."

Zhou Rong half-opened his mouth, nodded in agreement, and thought that you, sir, probably had to look in the mirror from various angles for a long time to accidentally bruise your eye like this. Your fall technique is quite skilled.

During the lunch break, Yan Hao finally cleared up Zhou Rong's confusion, saying, "I was beaten by Ning Yu this morning."

Zhou Rong exclaimed, "What?!"