Doomsday America

Chapter 149 The Apache Finally Arrives (10k)

"what?"

Gavin was stunned for a moment upon hearing Eugene's words.

What do you mean by the Air Force not having Apache helicopters?
Gavin doesn't usually pay attention to Air Force and Army issues; he's only seen Apache helicopters in movies, and they appear quite frequently.

So when the three pilots talked to him about the Apache, he didn't find it strange at all.

Even old Bert didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

And now...

Gavin looked at Anthony as if seeking confirmation and asked.

"Anthony, doesn't the Air Force have Apaches?"

"Um... I don't know either, I'm just the squad's gunner..."

Anthony shook his head helplessly. Hearing this, Gavin had no choice but to turn on the intercom and continue asking Eugene.

"Eugene, since the Air Force doesn't have Apache helicopters, who do you think they're most likely to be?"

"How would I know, boss? We'll have to see them to figure out anything!"

Eugene shouted into the intercom to Gavin.

"Anyway, if they take off from an air force base, they definitely don't have Apaches. But if they're flight instructors, that's possible. I remember that Shepard, Laughlin and Rees Air Force Bases regularly send drone instructors over from Fort Bruce."

"As for the pilots, I don't know, but I can guarantee that there are very few people in the Air Force who can fly Apaches. At most, they can fly Black Hawks, and those are for SEAL Team Six and Delta Force."

"I'll get back as soon as possible. Damn it, I hope those few bastards who dared to lie to you, boss, don't actually drive armored vehicles here and bombard us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene unconsciously began to speed up.

Meanwhile, Gavin frowned deeply.

After a moment's thought, he spoke confidently to Eugene.

"No need to speed up, be careful. Whoever is contacting me on the radio, whether they are from the Air Force or terrorists, in this apocalypse, they have no reason to attack us!"

"Do we have anything that they might lack? Aren't there enough resources in the world for them? I believe this ghost world isn't in such a chaotic state yet. Once they arrive, I'll find out their identities!"

After saying that, Gavin hung up the intercom and then let out a soft breath.

Anthony nodded and echoed Gavin's sentiments.

“You have a point, Boss. Apart from those cult members who have completely lost their minds, a normal person like me doesn’t want to gamble my life with someone over a mere can of food or a bottle of water in a post-apocalyptic world already overrun by zombies!”

At this point, Anthony suddenly realized that his words were somewhat ambiguous, so he considered for a moment and continued.

"Maybe in the future, I guess even canned food will rot and spoil sooner or later, but at least for now, I'm sure no normal living person would be willing to risk their life for readily available supplies. I certainly wouldn't!"

"Hmmmm~"

Upon hearing this, Gavin shook his head with amusement.

"Anthony, you mean you just killed two bastards from the Doomsday Youth Team?"

"I didn't want to either, but they blocked my way and started shooting at me from over a hundred meters away. I couldn't just stand there and not fight back. So cults are all crazy, they deserve to die!"

As Anthony answered, he glanced at his hands.

As a regular fireman in the National Guard, he doesn't have many opportunities to participate in actual combat projects outside of training.

He doesn't have many lives on his hands; in fact, today is the day he has killed the most people in his life.

Looking back now, he really feels a bit emotional...

Seeing Anthony's wistful expression, Gavin didn't say much, but simply waved to him.

"Alright, stop staring blankly into the past and come with me for a walk in the forest."

"No problem, but you'd better have something good for lunch, otherwise it would be a shame to waste your fine wine~"

As Anthony responded, he held up the bottle in his hand and showed it to Gavin. Gavin, while mounting his horse, asked Anthony a question in return.

"Can you ride a horse, buddy?"

"Of course, there are a few rural people in Texas who can't ride horses. Although I'm in the military, my family also owns a small farm, about 800 acres."

Anthony, emboldened by alcohol, went to the stables, randomly picked a horse that looked relatively calm, and tentatively climbed onto it.

After getting a basic feel for the stirrups and reins, Anthony nodded and smiled.

"Going into the forest is no problem at all, let's go, King of Football!"

"Ha, King of Football, it's been days since anyone called me that."

Gavin agreed, and then, together with Anthony, they rode their horses toward the edge of the manor.

Old Feng and the other two office workers were patrolling the boundaries of the manor, but the boundaries of the manor were too large. Gavin and the other man ran for nearly fourteen kilometers before they saw the simple barbed wire fence marking the edge of the farm.

But this is not the damaged part of the barbed wire. After all, the barbed wire is hundreds of kilometers long, so how could the damaged point be found in one go?

Moreover, Gavin wasn't heading straight for the damaged spot. After anchoring at the farm's boundary, he searched along the line where grasslands and forests met within the farm.

They ran for another seven kilometers before Gavin and his companion finally reached the border between the forest and grassland north of the farm.

Following the edge of the forest, Gavin sprinted toward the farm. This time, he had only run for a little over four minutes when he spotted the Dodge Tyrannosaurus Rex in the distance.

Upon seeing the car, Gavin slowed down slightly with Anthony. In the distance, Old Feng and Kelvin reached out and waved to Gavin.

Gavin waved in response, pulled up beside the car with Anthony, and Old Feng immediately stepped forward, pointing succinctly to the tire tracks.

"The tracks of those two motorcycles stretched all the way into the forest. It's at least eight kilometers away from the manor, and we couldn't hear them at all."

"Well, I see."

Gavin jumped out of the car, pressed his gloved hand against the tire tracks, and pondered as he made his judgment.

"It wasn't rain tires; the survivors who had crawled into the forest were rushing towards us. It seemed more like a sudden situation than something we had planned in advance."

“I’m worried that they chose to approach and enter the manor because they were being chased by other zombies to the north of the manor.”

"Feng, Kelvin, you two go home and prepare some barbed wire. Repair the broken barbed wire and check the surrounding area for zombies while you're at it."

"If you encounter a horde of zombies, be sure not to start a conflict. Our barbed wire can't withstand the charge of dozens of zombies!"

"If there are any special circumstances, call me immediately via walkie-talkie. Go ahead."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin waved to Lao Feng.

After nodding quickly, Old Feng said to Gavin with concern.

"Boss, you're going to... who is this? Is he a newcomer? Another new person has come to the house?"

Just as he was getting worried, Lao Feng suddenly realized that he had never met Anthony before!
To be honest, Lao Feng has a little difficulty distinguishing foreigners. At first glance, Anthony looks a bit similar to Steve, both with a big beard.

However, Anthony wasn't wearing a cowboy hat, and his eye sockets were flatter than Steve's, lacking the natural depth of Steve's eye sockets.

His beard was also longer than Steve's.

When asked by Lao Feng, Anthony did not answer, but looked at Gavin instead.

Gavin chuckled wryly, twirling his cowboy hat, and said helplessly.

"It's not just one more person in the family. You'll see when you get back. We've got a whole bunch of new people, and at least six or seven more will be coming over this afternoon..."

"Don't even mention it, I'm almost forgetting everyone's names, but you reminded me, I need to memorize that important information tonight~"

After exchanging pleasantries, Gavin patted Anthony on the shoulder.

"This is Anthony, a squad gunner in the Texas National Guard. He just arrived at the camp this morning. Anthony, these are Feng and Kelvin, the camp's administrative staff. One is a soldier from the East who's visiting America, and the other is a professional fisherman."

"Wow……"

Upon hearing this, Anthony turned his gaze away from the motorcycle tire tracks and nodded to Lao Feng and the other man.

When Lao Feng heard that Anthony was a newcomer who had only arrived that morning, his worries intensified.

He took a deep breath, and then, not caring whether he would offend Anthony, continued to ask Gavin.

"Boss, are you two sure you can go into the forest by yourselves? Should we wait for you to come together, or wait for Martin to come back? Martin is a professional!"

"No need."

In response to Lao Feng's worried question, Gavin pointed to the tire tracks and replied.

"The tire tracks on the ground were so clear that the two motorcycles had no intention of hiding their tracks at all."

"Not to mention Martin, even random people would find it hard not to notice such clear tire tracks. These kinds of tire tracks would be especially conspicuous in forest areas where there are very few vehicle tracks!"

After saying that, Gavin patted Old Feng on the shoulder.

"Don't worry about me. Go ahead and repair the broken fence that I'm worried about. I'm just going to take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin turned around, mounted his horse, and gave Anthony a straightforward greeting.

Behind him, Anthony watched Gavin mount his horse with a flourish, then took a closer look at the large raven that swayed with Gavin's movements.

After looking at it for a moment, he suddenly reached out and made a Baptist worship gesture.

He admitted that he was originally a non-believer in God, especially after all his family members perished.

Now, Anthony suddenly became a believer in God. He even couldn't help but think that perhaps when God allowed him to survive the apocalypse, He also gave him some special mission.
Thinking of this, Anthony couldn't help but raise his hand, pull out the pistol from his pocket, and continue forward following the tire tracks.

As he did this, Gavin keenly heard the sound of the pistol leaving its holster. He instinctively glanced back, then naturally began to slow down and approached Anthony from behind.

"Damn it, my horse is too delicate, let's slow down."

"Haha, King of Football Boss, if you gave me your beautiful horse, I would even sleep with it in my arms, and you're still complaining that it's delicate?"

As Anthony responded, he slowed down along with Gavin.

When he noticed Gavin's horse was slowing down, he rushed forward, searching for a path without obvious water stains through the gaps in the trees, and said...

"Let me go first, Boss. Maybe seeing my horse in front will give your precious racehorse a bit more fighting spirit."

"Perhaps, just watch out for the tire tracks."

Gavin nodded, raised his hand to brush aside the branch that almost hit his face, turned a corner, and continued following the tire tracks.

Although Gavin's farm has forests, it has almost no mountains. The only slightly rugged part is further away from the farm town, closer to the planting area.

Therefore, although the forest in front of us looks densely vegetated, once you walk in, apart from a few small branches that are in the way, there is not a lack of places to stand.

As for the muddy feeling after the rain, it was actually better in the forest, as fallen leaves and dead branches covered up much of the slipperiness.

Fortunately, the motorcycle tire tracks were very clear, and there were no signs of other technological activity in the forest. After about fifteen minutes, the two slowed down and followed the tire tracks to see the motorcycle and the location of the makeshift campsite in the distance.

Gavin's eyesight was far superior to that of ordinary people. When he spotted the makeshift camp, he immediately raised his hand to Anthony and spoke.

"stop!"

"what?"

Anthony hesitated for a moment before reining in his horse. He then turned to Gavin from his seat and spoke.

"You've already discovered something? How is that possible? I didn't see anything!"

"Seeing is enough for me."

Gavin nodded, dismounted, and tied the reins to a tree nearby.

Of course, he fastened it with a slipknot, so if Octavian struggled to break free, he could leave without much effort, which also prevented Octavian from encountering danger.

Even in the forests of the farm, there are still coyotes and wild boars. Every year during the season, Gavin Farm sends people in helicopters to search for and shoot coyotes and wild boars over the farm.

Gavin was confident he could handle those things if he encountered them, but Gavin worried that if Octavian were to run into them, he would suffer greatly if Octavian couldn't leave.

Carmelo Anthony did the same thing.

After all, for Texas ranchers, riding horses, tethering horses, training cattle, and driving pickup trucks are like instincts that even teenage girls can master.

Well... Nikita aside, Gavin always felt that Nikita's mother was a bit seriously ill.

Coming from a prominent New York lawyer family, it was already outrageous that she married a Texas redneck rancher, let alone raising her daughter in that manner...

Although Gavin admired Nikita, who was raised in this way.

But while he admires it, it doesn't stop him from standing aside and criticizing that kind of education method as not being humane enough.

Banning television, banning cell phones, banning social media, and only watching sports games live—isn't that a luxurious lifestyle?

After all, television, mobile phones, and social networks are the cheapest forms of entertainment.

Gavin muttered a complaint to himself, then patted Octavian's neck, signaling it to stay put for a while.

Then, Gavin tentatively tapped Fogg's wings and asked.

"Fujin, go take a look at the sky, can you do that?"

"GaGa...?"

Fokin glanced at Gavin with a puzzled look.

Hey bro, don't you know whether you've ever trained me or not?

Looking at Fokin's bewildered eyes, Gavin couldn't help but chuckle, then took small steps across the tire tracks and continued along the marks.

The wind rustled through the forest, passing through the leaves, and the sound blended with Gavin and his companion's light footsteps.

The two walked for more than 170 meters before Anthony suddenly realized what was happening and looked into the distance, asking in a low voice.

"There? My God? You can see that far?"

As he spoke, Anthony's gaze fell on a thick black walnut tree.

Near the canopy of this tree, a small tent was set up crookedly, with half of a hammock clearly visible underneath.

Clearly, the tent was originally designed for one person, but it had been forcibly torn apart slightly to make it barely fit two people.

These tents offer far less protection, but they're at least good enough to shelter from the rain. And by placing them on tree trunks to cover the hammocks, they also prevent them from being attacked on the ground.

As for their motorcycles, Gavin had already spotted them under another Mexican oak tree, about forty meters away from the black walnut tree where they had pitched their tent.

Besides the two motorcycles, there was also a makeshift barbecue grill and drying rack, on which were placed the pelts of two rabbits and a turkey.

As for the people, Gavin didn't see any. The two people on the motorcycle seemed to have left at the same time, probably to hunt for their prey for the day.
In short, after confirming that no one was in the camp, Gavin swaggered over to the barbecue grill, took off his gloves to test the temperature of the charcoal fire, and turned to Anthony.

"The fire was already cold and looked damp, but I couldn't tell how long they had been there."

"The heavy rain started around midnight last night. They could have arrived here at any time after the rain started, but I'm at least sure they've eaten two rabbits and a roast chicken. That's quite an appetite."

As he spoke, Gavin went to the side and got a broken log prepared by the campers, then simply sat down next to the campfire.

Seeing Gavin sitting there with such an air of authority, Anthony couldn't help but purse his lips and ask.

"Boss, are you just sitting here so openly? Aren't you afraid they'll suddenly shoot you when they get back?"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin made a shushing gesture to Anthony, then pointed to his ear and replied.

"Believe me, my senses are excellent, absolutely!"

"As long as you can remain silent, I guarantee I'll hear their footsteps on the fallen leaves before they even find our footprints!"

After saying that, Gavin pointed to the side of the wooden stake, gesturing for Anthony to sit down as well.

Anthony shook his head, walked to the drying rack nearby, and stood there motionless, leaning against the fir tree supporting the rack. At this point, the two fell completely silent, with only the sound of the wind echoing in the makeshift forest camp.

The areas that experienced thunderstorms last night are all in much better weather today, and the wind isn't too strong.

However, there weren't many birds in the forest. The season limited their population, and apart from common animals like crows and turkeys, Gavin didn't even see a snake.

They waited for about half an hour, but no one showed up. Instead, they heard the sound of a walkie-talkie.

"Boss!"

Martin's voice came through the walkie-talkie on Gavin's waist, and Martin asked Gavin a question with interest.

“I’m Martin. Eugene and I are back, so you ran off to the forest? Without me?”

"Dude, my farm doesn't have a rule that only forest rangers are allowed in the forest."

Gavin responded, and casually took out two cigarettes, tossing one to Anthony as well.

As the two lit their cigarettes, Martin continued speaking into the walkie-talkie.

"Alright, my self-important boss, do you need me to deliver lunch to the forest? I'll find you soon!"

"Really? Then bring enough for about two more people. I'm still waiting for the two guys who tore through my fence to show up. Once you find the tire tracks, keep going. You'll run into us soon. They didn't even try to hide."

After giving instructions to Martin, Gavin continued to give instructions to Steve, Eugene, and the others via walkie-talkie.

"And Steve and Eugene, you two lead the defense of the base. If I'm not mistaken, that guy who claims to fly helicopters is approaching us soon. Keep an eye on their condition. I don't want Hellfire challenging our manor's defenses so soon!"

"Roger that. Feng and I will be on the rooftop with RPGs to welcome them. As for the reception, let Steve handle that. I'm not exactly good at receiving junk."

Eugene responded casually to Gavin, then patted Steve on the shoulder.

Gavin continued giving instructions over the walkie-talkie.

"OK, it's only right to be on guard, but unless there are special circumstances, try not to fire. Because no matter who those three people are, at least one of them can fly an armed helicopter. As long as they don't have any malicious intent, we need them!"

"Got it, boss. We're used to your style. You're a kind-hearted guy with a crazy streak hidden deep down, haha~"

Eugene laughed and responded to Gavin's words, then clapped his hands at the members gathered around the table.

"See that, guys? The boss fucking handed over the reins to me again. That's what I'm capable of. I'm a man who's killed at least three hundred zombies, and I had thirty-seven battlefield kills before the apocalypse!"

"This is our camp, a place where talent will rise to the top. Newcomers, show yourselves! The boss has a keen eye; he knows how to trust us!"

"Old Feng, let's go get the RPG, then take the beef patties to the rooftop for a bit of fresh air."

"I can't be bothered with anything else, unless more new recruits want to join the field missions. If that's the case, then I'll definitely tell you that your choice is fantastic. Explorers are the true gods of the apocalypse!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene, in an excited tone, went up to the rooftop with a plate of beef patties and vegetable salad, along with Lao Feng.

Steve and Thomas then gathered all the current members of the camp together, asking them about their jobs and special skills, especially their names.

Thomas even went to ask about the two people in the dungeon and found out that the ambitious young man named Manus, who wanted to start his own base and become the boss, was actually a blacksmith!

After a quick inspection, Old Bert discovered that this Manus could even forge three pieces of Damascus steel and also perform clay tempering!

This pleased old Bert somewhat, for although he was a veterinarian, his profession was blacksmithing!

For a moment, old Bert decided to try his best to persuade Gavin to keep the boy. With a little training, the boy could definitely be of great help to him!

Although my skills are more refined and I have more experience, my physical strength is indeed not as good as it was when I was younger.

He needs at least a batch of young cattle and horses like Manus to get his envisioned doomsday blacksmith shop up and running!
As for Martin, he had no fear of the forest and no need to act with others.

He simply packed a large bag of beef patties, carefully stored them in an insulated box, and then mounted his horse and rode off towards the forest.

As soon as they returned, Old Feng anxiously pointed out the general direction Gavin had entered the forest to Martin, and Martin didn't think he could be wrong.

And indeed, just about twenty minutes later, Martin placed the horse near Octavian and came to Gavin's side carrying a heavy crossbow and a thermal box.

Seeing Gavin waiting, Martin chuckled as he put down the beef refrigerator and teased him.

"No way, boss, you're not just planning to sit here and wait for them, are you?"

"The hunters' return home depends on whether they've caught any prey. Today the forest is calm, unlike last night or this morning, when some silly rabbits and pheasants bumped into their pockets."

After saying that, Martin opened the box and distributed the beef patties to Gavin and Anthony.

Feeling the warmth of the beef patty, Anthony grinned and couldn't help but sigh.

"Fuck, this tastes just like mom's cooking! I haven't had anything hot in almost three days!"

"Haha, buddy, Doris did lose a son, so if you're a little more proactive, she might not mind raising another one!"

"Fuck you, Irish bastard, I was just saying. By the way, I'm Anthony, fucking Anthony Hopkins!"

"Fuck!"

Upon hearing this, Martin immediately widened his eyes and looked at Anthony in astonishment.

Originally, he didn't pay much attention to Anthony; he had no time to bother with any newcomers.

But this newcomer's name... is too harsh!

Martin swallowed hard and said to Anthony in an exaggerated manner.

"Luckily I brought you food, buddy, otherwise I was really worried that if I had been any later, my eldest would have become your meal, because you really know how to treat people!"

"Shit!"

Faced with Martin's teasing, Anthony helplessly slapped his forehead and cursed.

“I knew you’d laugh at me when you heard my full name. Damn it, I have absolutely no relation to Hannibal, and I’m neither a human being nor a cannibal. I’ve never even read The Silence of the Lambs!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Anthony took another bite of the beef patty and then shook hands with Martin.

Martin introduced himself with a light laugh as the two shook hands.

"You can just call me Martin. I'm a professional hunter and a forest ranger, the kind with law enforcement authority."

"That's fantastic! Our unit's smuggled timber and animals are all traded with people like you. We're natural friends!"

The two shook hands and then sat down to eat cookies. After Martin ate two cookies, he stood up impatiently and asked Gavin a question.

"Boss, how about I go find them? I know how to track them down, and I know how to deal with those guys who love the forest."

"can."

Hearing Martin's words, Gavin hesitated for only a moment before nodding decisively.

Martin is truly a professional. If even a professional hunter of this caliber can fall into the hands of just anyone in the forest, then he can only accept his bad luck.

Gavin is currently more worried about the helicopter issue. If the fence vandals can be dealt with sooner, Gavin can go home with peace of mind.

With Gavin's approval, Martin immediately smiled with satisfaction, then left the camp area and quickly disappeared into the dense forest following the tracks left by the fence vandals.

Only about thirteen minutes after Martin disappeared, the walkie-talkie picked up a voice from home.

Madison said to Gavin from his post.

"Boss, we've spotted an Apache helicopter! It really is an Apache, and there are three people on board! Eugene is stunned!"

"Walter?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin was stunned again, then took off his hat and rubbed his head.

He was almost overwhelmed with work this morning.

With the broadcast featuring cults, barons, fence wreckers, and suspected pilots, all linked to last night's thunderstorm, it was as if all the trouble suddenly popped up at once!
Gavin nodded to himself and then responded via walkie-talkie.

"Stay vigilant, keep observing, and confirm whether they have any aggressive intentions. If not, treat them normally and I'll have a good talk with them when I get back."

"And if they show any sign of firing at the manor, Eugene, Feng, you guys need to fire your RPGs as quickly and accurately as possible!"

"I know, boss!"

Eugene hurriedly responded to Gavin, while nervously watching the helicopter that was only about 1,400 meters away.

From this distance, he could already see the people on the plane through his sniper scope. There were indeed three people, and the last seat was behind the weapons control panel!

Upon seeing the helicopter, Eugene was stunned for a moment before immediately speaking into the walkie-talkie to the field agents on guard.

“I’m Eugene. There’s nothing wrong with their planes. Those are fucking AH-64D training aircraft, fucking Army training planes. There’s absolutely no such thing in Shepard AFB. They must have been to Fort Briss military base. Only Fort Briss in Texas has Apache training aircraft. I’ve seen those things there!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene put down his sniper rifle, picked up his RPG, and took aim at them from the makeshift defensive post he had set up the day before.

Meanwhile, in the broadcasting room.

The pilot's helpless voice followed immediately over the radio.

"Gavin, my idol, I've arrived at your manor, but didn't you agree not to aim your RPGs at me?"

"Honestly, I've been practicing F-35 missile evasion for almost four months now, and I'm very sensitive to anyone's aiming at me."

"Forget it, damn it, I saw that there was a child in your building. The child even waved to me through the glass. For the sake of the child, I'll land the plane on your roof."

"God, has something gone wrong with our communication? Why am I taking such a big risk? And why are you so wary of me, a warrior who fought for my country? Being targeted is giving me the creeps. Tell them not to fire!"

Without waiting for Old Bert to explain, Apache simply changed its flight direction, circling half a circle around the manor before finally arriving directly above it.

Seeing this, Eugene breathed a sigh of relief, put down his RPG, and shouted to Old Feng.

"Feng, we don't need to be on guard anymore. They've exposed their most vulnerable side. Hovering right above them, they'll have a hard time dodging our rockets in time!"

"But their planes are carrying Longbow Hellfires. What if they throw Longbow Hellfires at us? I don't want to be hit by a Hellfire top attack followed by machine gun fire, plus an Apache vertical strike system with smart munitions targeting acupoints!"

Old Feng responded to Eugene with concern.

Hearing Lao Feng's words, Eugene was stunned. After a moment of blankness, he suddenly roared at Lao Feng.

"Bullshit, Feng, do you still dare to call yourself a cook? What cook would spend all day guarding against Apache's vertical strike system? I can't even tell the difference between a Longbow Hellfire and a regular Hellfire; you can only tell the difference when they explode!"

"Of course I'm a cook. I saw those movies online, and they were even made by you Americans yourselves!"

Old Feng gave a final reply, then put down the RPG he was holding.

Because the helicopter overhead had already begun its slow descent.

When helicopters are descending slowly, it is difficult for them to maneuver quickly, which means that this helicopter has truly handed over its core to the manor.

If Lao Feng and Eugene were to fire RPGs at them at this moment, their hit rate would be at least 30%, which is already quite terrifying, especially for pilots!

And so, about one minute and forty seconds later.

The Apache helicopter finally came to a stop on the roof, and its rotors quickly came to a halt.

The three pilots emerged from the Apache training aircraft and walked toward Eugene and his companion, who were carrying HK416 and TAC50.

As they walked, the pilot who had just flown the plane couldn't help but look at their weapons and gave them a thumbs up in admiration.

"Survivors, your weapons are really good. I've only ever seen a HK Christmas tree with such complete accessories when I was delivering SEAL Team Six!"

"Holy crap, we're survivors! We've turned the tables!"

Old Feng burst out laughing, because the pilots were completely unprepared; they didn't even have a rifle, and their pistols were tucked into their thighs.

Upon hearing Lao Feng speak Chinese, the pilots were all taken aback, then looked at Lao Feng curiously and asked.

"This Chinese sounds so strange, I've never heard it before. You're not of Chinese descent, are you?"

"Of course not, I'm a soldier from the East who's here on vacation. I was just taken in by Boss Gavin a few days ago!"

As Lao Feng answered, he unusually displayed a capable and efficient demeanor, with his chest out and stomach in.

Clearly, the demeanor of these three active-duty American soldiers was completely different from that of Eugene, a veteran who had been retired for quite some time, which ignited Old Feng's sense of honor.

Seeing Lao Feng's posture, the pilot walked over and extended his right hand to Lao Feng, while exchanging pleasantries.

"Shit, I really don't like seeing you guys in competitive events. Your enthusiasm for winning all kinds of competitions makes my scalp tingle."

"But I like your formation, haha, because the more orderly you are, the happier we feel because we don't need to be so orderly~"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two men clasped hands tightly and shook them up and down. Old Feng then spoke to the pilot.

"Gavin isn't home. He's tracking two intruders in the forest and won't be back until the afternoon!"

"Is it?"

Upon hearing this, the pilot grinned and then turned to Eugene and cursed.

"I get it now. Gavin must not be here, so you army idiot pointed the rocket at me. Aren't you worried I'll fire a Hellfire at you? I specially packed all kinds of weapons in the plane!"

Upon hearing this, Eugene immediately jumped up and cursed at the pilot.

"You damn soldiers, how come your air force is flying Apaches? The moment I heard you say you were flying Apaches, I started to doubt that you were even in the air force. Can you blame me for that?"

At this point, Eugene gave the pilot a perfunctory high five.

Faced with Eugene's questioning, the pilot was slightly taken aback, then looked at Eugene's face and asked suspiciously.

"officer?"

After saying that, he shook his head and then looked at the TAC-50 again.

"You're definitely not an officer, so you're a sniper. Well, that's not surprising. As for the answer to your question, well, my two buddies and I have been taking extra lessons at the military base in Fort Bliss recently!"

"As for what we're learning, it's high-intensity training on F-35s dodging missiles!"

"Want to try it, buddy? I bet it'll be even more unsettling than having an RPG aimed at you while driving an Apache!"

At this point, the pilot raised his hand and tapped his chest.

"Anyway, it's nice to meet you both. I'm Sean, Sean Richard, a special operations pilot at Shepard Air Force Base. These two are rookies, rookies who can only fly F-35s."

At this point, Sean Richard couldn't help but purse his lips.

"If they can both fly helicopters, then we'll bring at least three Apaches, and none of them will be training aircraft!"

"Damn it, does the Army have a problem with us? Our rest area is too remote, too far from the Black Hawk. Besides, I don't really like the Black Hawk; I prefer the Apache. Too bad I'm in the Air Force, haha~"

"Fortunately, the Apache training aircraft can also carry a large number of weapons. I replaced all the training rounds with live ammunition. It's just that the aircraft is a bit old, after all, it's stored in such a remote place."

"Besides, Army guys, I don't know about other places, but I'm sure Fort Hood, Fort Bliss, Joint Base San Antonio, Shepard, Laughlin, and McGregor training grounds have all fallen."

"When I flew close to them, all I saw were zombies wearing shirts but no pants scattered throughout the bases. I couldn't even hear any gunfire."

At this point, Sean lowered his head with a somber expression and made a gesture of silent mourning.

Eugene and Old Feng also sighed sadly and looked down at their toes.

Behind Sean, the pilot on the left, who looked to be under thirty, grinned and nudged Sean in the back.

"Instructor, stop being so sentimental. It's time to eat. Last night's thunderstorm almost scared you to death. We had to stay on the highway all night to avoid it. I've only eaten two meals in the last three days because I've been following you around. Hurry up and get us something hot to eat!"

"Ugh...bullshit, I really don't like that way of putting it!"

Sean retorted to the young pilot with displeasure, then grabbed Eugene's hand tightly and asked earnestly.

"Army buddy, you've heard how hungry my men are. Do we have any food? Preferably something hot?"

"Fake!"

Upon hearing this, Eugene nodded while cursing, and continued cursing as he led the pilot back to the manor.

"I thought you landed because you didn't want to engage in a firefight, but it turns out you were starved!"

"But you're in luck! Doris's beef patties are absolutely fantastic, and we'll have stewed beef for dinner tonight!"

(End of this chapter)