Put it down, walk away.
He can’t take this kitten with him either, there are more important things to do now.
The kitten saw the food, hopped around, sniffed at the edge of the food, then stepped back.
Then sniffed again, pretending to leave once more.
After repeating this a few times, it finally started eating heartily.
The food was scarce, not even as big as a fist.
The kitten seemed very hungry and ate hungrily.
Seeing this, Third Uncle felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
Third Uncle has always been a decisive person, an iron will, showing no mercy to enemies.
Xiao Jun thought for a moment when he saw this.
Looking at Third Uncle and the others, he felt more trusting.
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"Let’s go," said Third Uncle.
Xiao Jun nodded, then followed him.
When they left, Zuo Ruxue and a few girls wanted to come forward and hug the kitten.
But they didn’t, not only out of caution but more importantly, they were afraid they couldn’t resist the sympathy and would end up taking the kitten with them, then having to take care of it.
That would be a great pressure for them.
They themselves were not well-fed, yet had to care for a kitten.
After they left, the little kitten stood in the same spot for dozens of seconds, its human-like gaze showed a flicker of thought.
Finally, it quietly followed them, making no sound.
Third Uncle and others reached the entrance of a clothing factory and saw Xiao Hu and others.
Seeing Third Uncle, Xiao Hu’s face lit up with joy, hurriedly opening the iron door for Third Uncle and others to enter.
However, when he saw the unfamiliar Xiao Jun and his group, his expression stalled, pulling Third Uncle aside and whispered, "Captain Li, who are these people?"
"They’ve come looking for Li Yu; no problem, they probably mean no harm," Third Uncle replied.
Xiao Hu hesitated for a moment but chose to trust Third Uncle.
The group entered the courtyard and then the room.
Inside, various clothes were used to block the light.
The factory was large, with a fire burning in the center, lighting up the room.
Third Uncle sat about four to five meters away from the fire pit and saw that Old Qin and the others had also caught up.
Turning his head, he said to Xiao Jun and the others, "Sit down, tomorrow I’ll take you to Big Camphor Tree Base, let’s rest here for tonight."
Xiao Jun, observing Third Uncle, hesitated for a while, watching the wood in the center burning, cracklingly, asked Third Uncle, "Excuse my boldness, but were you ever a soldier before?"
Third Uncle raised his eyebrows slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face, and said, "I served for a few years."
Upon hearing that Third Uncle was once a soldier, Xiao Jun and others immediately felt a surge of closeness.
Looking at Third Uncle, he said, "No wonder, just now watching you, you reminded me of an elder of mine."
Third Uncle raised his eyebrows, eyeing Xiao Jun under the light of the fire, feeling inexplicably that he looked like someone he knew.
Earlier in Xin City they were quite far apart, and although close on the road, it was too dim to see clearly.
Now he looked at Xiao Jun, finding his features strikingly familiar.
"Who?" Third Uncle asked.
Xiao Jun’s eyes shimmered with reminiscence, saying, "My uncle, his aura is somewhat similar to yours, yet somewhat different."
In an instant, Third Uncle’s mind was struck with a flash of lightning, staring at Xiao Jun, suddenly he knew why he always found Xiao Jun familiar.
Xiao Jun resembled a member from his old Special Forces.
Old Qin seemed to have realized this as well, exchanging a shocked glance with Third Uncle.
His hands, typically calm and stable as Mount Tai before collapse, were now slightly trembling.
He had only one regret in his life.
That was the six brothers from Special Forces.
A lifetime of military service, many years at war.
In the end, they all went into hiding, unable to meet again.
But now, in this apocalypse, being luckily reunited with Old Qin brought him joy.
With a hoarse voice filled with anticipation, Third Uncle asked, "What’s his name?"
Xiao Jun looked at Third Uncle, the newfound closeness prompting him to be honest.
He said, "Xu Chengjie!"
Both Old Qin and Third Uncle’s minds were like stormy seas, their expressions turning ecstatic.
Seeing the excitement of Old Qin and Third Uncle, Xiao Jun guessed with a speculation tone, "You know my uncle?"
Third Uncle nodded vehemently, took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, saying with a nostalgic tone, "Xiao Chengzi, of course I know him."
Then he asked Xiao Jun, "Where is he now?"
Hearing Third Uncle’s informal address, Xiao Jun understood that this person must be intimately acquainted with his uncle to address him so.
A saddened expression appeared on his face as he said, "Before the apocalypse, he was originally at home, but after the zombie outbreak, I haven’t seen him again."
But saying this, Third Uncle not only didn’t feel disheartened, but rather relieved.
He knew, as long as the brothers who survived that battle.
Based on his understanding of them, the members of the Special Forces would surely survive in this apocalypse.
They had faced even more difficult situations than the apocalypse, yet they still survived.