Zhang Zhi had just rushed over, and called out excitedly to Yue Zhong: “Leader!! Leader! This time, we’ve struck gold! There’re tanks!! 12 tanks!! With these, we can establish our own tank platoon!!”
Tanks were considered the kings of the battlefield after all, with 12 tanks, if they could be driven then they could drive and crush their way through a zombie horde. They were simply killing machines. Zhang Zhi was naturally exhilarated! If the 1st Battalion could have an Armored Company, then its prowess would naturally be above the 2nd Battalion.
Kong Mingzi looked at the blubbering Zhang Zhi, as he hesitated and quipped: “You’re Zhang Zhi??”
Zhang Zhi faltered, taking a look at Kong Mingzi and asked: “Who’re you?”
“Kong Mingzi!!” Kong Mingzi responded.
Zhang Zhi was shocked: “Commander Kong!!”