"Right, Old Han, how did you get this news?"
Wang Yu realized his act was a bit over the top and asked proactively.
Han Yongxing's gaze was distant, and he said with a complex expression, "As you know, our side's military is mainly the navy. After the zombie outbreak, the navy quelled the zombie disaster in just one day."
"But on the second day, the military received orders from above to gather their remaining forces and head to Yue Province, to rendezvous with the Yue Province military near Yang City."
"They sent people to pick me up the next day, but I refused directly."
"Oh? Why didn't you leave?" Wang Yu found it a bit strange. "With your status, it should have been no problem to have the military pick up your family from the Public Security Bureau Headquarters, right?"
Han Yongxing sighed lightly, "It was no problem, but I'm already half in the grave. Why waste manpower and resources on me?"
"As for my son, at the time I thought the police station's helicopter was usable, so..."
"But even if I had known he was trapped then, with his personality, he wouldn't have abandoned his subordinates to escape on his own."
Wang Yu nodded. Based on his understanding of Han Yu, this was indeed true.
Moreover, helicopter rescues easily attracted large numbers of zombies, especially in places like the city center, easily forming zombie tides.
So, helicopters could at most make one or two trips back and forth before the zombie tide would break through the police station's doors, saving very few people.
Han Yongxing gathered his thoughts, shook his head, and said, "Let's not talk about that. I came mainly to tell you about the military situation at the Haiyuan Town shelter."
Wang Yu said seriously, "I'm all ears."
Actually, he already knew the situation of the Haiyuan Town shelter long ago in his past life, but he still had to pretend.
Han Yongxing slowly said, "As far as I know, the military in Haiyuan Town is likely composed of land forces from the South Sea Islands and a small number of naval units who voluntarily stayed behind, primarily the Marine Corps among those who stayed."
"I'm not very familiar with their total numbers and weaponry, but I estimate they have at least the strength of a division, or possibly even the scale of five to six regiments!"
In Xia Nation, a division generally consisted of three regiments, and a regiment generally had 3,000 people.
Anything below 3,000 people was a regular regiment, 3,000-6,000 people was generally called an independent regiment, and 6,000-9,000 people was called an enhanced regiment.
Therefore, Han Yongxing's mention of at least a division's strength meant at least over ten thousand people.
It was important to note that he was referring to the current numbers, not the previous ones.
An army of over ten thousand people was not insignificant in any part of the world during the apocalypse.
Wang Yu looked at Han Yongxing and asked, "What's your suggestion then?"
Han Yongxing waved his hand, "I don't have any suggestions. I'm just here to inform you, to help you make judgments and adjust your plans."
Wang Yu nodded, "That's indeed very useful intelligence. Thanks, Old Han."
Han Yongxing was a bit speechless, and stopped talking, focusing on drinking his tea.
"By the way, Old Han, why haven't I heard Director Han mention his wife? Could you tell me her location? I'll be out on errands tomorrow, and if it's on the way, I can help you check on them."
"This..." Han Yongxing hesitated as if wanting to say more. "Actually, my daughter-in-law also works at the Public Security Bureau Headquarters, but... her luck was not good. She mutated into a zombie when the outbreak occurred."
"Is that so..." Wang Yu didn't know what else to say and just sighed, "Alas, the world is unpredictable. Please accept my condolences."
Han Yongxing nodded, drank a couple more mouthfuls of tea, and then took his leave.