Doomsday America.

The roles of logistics and internal affairs are obvious; everything is done to support the field operations.

After the field staff left, Gavin led the men from both sides to begin their discussion.

To put it simply, in Project Gold, the logistics and internal affairs departments have a very simple role: wherever the field operations expand, the logistics and internal affairs departments follow. Whenever the field operations select a suitable location to set up camp, the logistics and internal affairs departments rush there to establish a simple defensive outpost and settle down there! Of course, this settling down doesn't mean they have to stay there forever.

If that were the case, not many people would be willing to do it.

After all, this kind of work is like guarding a lonely island in a dangerous sea of ​​zombies.

Therefore, some of the staff in the office and logistics departments will be assigned to different posts on a rotating basis.

As for the number of each outpost.

After much deliberation, Gavin and his crew decided that a four-person squad would be the most suitable way to establish a base.

Each watchtower outpost guarding the Golden Road was assigned four guards: two internal affairs personnel and two logistics personnel.

The two logistics personnel had two roles: one had to learn all aspects of radio operation and maintenance to ensure timely transmission of messages from each outpost; the other was responsible for cooking and also assisted the outpost personnel in supplementing defensive fortifications and maintaining firearms and ammunition.

As for office staff...

Starting today, the office staff will also gradually expand their personnel, just like the field staff.

With just two people in the office, even if each sentry post plus the logistics staff could gather four guns.

But these four people had no chance of resisting the zombie horde.

Therefore, the weapons and ammunition Gavin provided them were not numerous, but relatively powerful anti-armor weapons. Their job was never to fight against large hordes of zombies that could appear at any time!

What they are fighting against are unknown survivors who could suddenly appear and pose a threat to the outpost!

Anti-armor weapons can effectively deal with survivors' vehicles, and even armored vehicles and tanks.

As for the attackers being alone...

Nobody thinks that a weapon that can threaten an armored vehicle would be ineffective against people, right?

In short, with a mere four-person garrison, we didn't expect them to be able to effectively defend against the zombies.

Just like Thomas is saying now...

"Sir, I think we should dig a considerable area of ​​underground fortifications for each outpost!"

"This way, if the outpost is surrounded by a large wave of zombies, the garrison personnel can take cover underground in time to avoid the zombie attack." "In addition, we should place large loudspeakers several kilometers around each outpost so that when the outpost is surrounded by zombies, the loudspeakers can be used to lure the zombies away and basically keep the roads clear." Thomas nodded to Gavin as he said this.

Gavin naturally did not object to this.

He called everyone to the bar for a meeting so that the guys could brainstorm and come up with some useful ideas.

Whether it's a basement or loudspeakers in the surrounding area, this isn't even considered a wildly imaginative idea, as these are standard features for border outposts. As for the rest…

Old Feng silently raised his right hand.

"Boss!"

Old Feng spoke first.

"I think, in addition to deploying personnel to defend the outposts..."

"We should also establish at least three to five medium-sized patrol teams!"

"Each patrol team should consist of between twenty and twenty-eight people, and each team should depart at different times to continuously patrol the established key routes and ensure their unobstructed flow." "Furthermore, all our outposts require us to provide them with supplies!"

"While we won't completely restrict the freedom of the personnel stationed at the outposts, they can, of course, send a small number out to explore areas out of our sight—this is unavoidable." "Even if we forcibly require them to stay at the outposts at all times, in reality, we simply cannot perfectly monitor outposts outside the Alliance's controlled areas." "Whether they choose to explore individually is their own decision, and we must ensure they have adequate supplies." "That requires several patrol teams to deliver supplies in batches to ensure the men don't run out of provisions."

"In addition, the staggered patrol times of several patrol teams can better ensure that the Golden Road can be maintained and repaired at any time, and deal with random groups of zombies that may affect the safety of the route. Whether to eliminate them or lure them away, the commander can make a decision on the spot."

"Besides, patrolling in batches won't make our patrol teams too large, and their mobility will be greatly enhanced." "However, the only downside is that if a large camp that is unfavorable to us attacks and sabotages the Golden Road, it will be difficult for small and medium-sized patrol teams to deal with it." "However, as long as we keep the route clear and communicate multiple times, we can gather our forces to launch a targeted strike when the enemy appears!" As he said this, Old Feng picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

Even now, he still doesn't quite feel comfortable drinking while discussing serious matters; after all, this wasn't the norm when he was in the army. His words, however, earned him the approval of his comrades.

While affirming the point, Big Ivan smiled and said...

"By the way, boss, no matter how far the Gold Project progresses, we will never lack fuel in the future."

"Just recently, the field team brought me enough equipment, and after inspection, I have initially assembled a complete industrial production line capable of reprocessing fuel!" "This includes a complete set of equipment for sedimentation, filtration, dehydration, acid washing, alkali washing, adsorption and fine filtration of aged fuel, as well as distillation!" "If that were all, I wouldn't dare say that I have completed the entire industrial chain."

"To be precise, besides the machinery for processing aged fuel oil, I've also pieced together a process for large-scale production of sulfuric acid and caustic soda!" "This means that, at least for the short term, we won't lack the acidic or alkaline raw materials for pickling or alkali washing of aged fuel oil, and we can also increase our efforts in collecting aged fuel oil from outside sources!" "Of course, I'll need to apply to you for a group of people, whom I will train to become qualified chemical workers." "This step will take a lot of time, and it's unavoidable!"

"After all, a flaw in chemical work can easily lead to large-scale hazards, so the training of chemical employees must be slow and meticulous; it can't be accomplished in a short time." "As for the textile workers you, boss, need even more..."

"Well, in the entire process of textile and garment manufacturing, all I've done is classify and install the corresponding machinery." "Regarding cotton cultivation, it hasn't started yet, and as for the production and utilization of materials like polyester..."

"That process is much more difficult than reusing aged fuel. We have a long way to go to restore the pre-disaster industrial base, boss." As they chatted, the guys started talking about Project Gold and then moved on to the overall development of the camp.

Seeing that the guys were getting more and more off track, Gavin chuckled and ended the meeting, then went to chat with Leona.

He needed to have a good talk with Leona, after all, Leona's feat and experience in leading the search party across several states would be a huge boost to Project Gold if it could be put to use by the Alliance. Meanwhile, Gavin went to talk to Leona.

In a room on the second floor of the Alliance Manor, just assigned the day before, a figure carrying a large load of clothes emerged, somewhat unsure of her surroundings as she walked through the crowd towards the laundry room. Holding Bella, whom she had gathered the previous night according to her size, Z skillfully navigated the flow of people, finding the laundry room's approximate location based on her memory. Standing at the laundry room door, she tried to free her hand to open it, inwardly marveling at the vastness of the manor. At this time, the Alliance Manor had converted its indoor basketball and football fields into Thomas's Botanical Garden.

The rooms were filled with a dense array of hydroponic plants, partly to supply the Alliance with targeted, out-of-season vegetables and ingredients like garlic, and partly to prevent the manor from being suddenly blocked and losing its supply lines.

In short, the increasing number of botanical gardens has made the once clean and tidy estate much dirtier, and the layout looks much more cluttered. After all, in the past, when people remembered directions, they only needed to remember that this side was the basketball court and that side was the rugby field.

Now, this is a botanical garden, that is a botanical garden, and other small, iconic rooms have gradually been converted into bedrooms, making the manor's layout somewhat monotonous. Even though Bella personally led Z on a long tour yesterday, Z didn't remember much, but at least she remembered the location of the laundry room, which was relatively close to the hall. When she pushed open the laundry room door, she saw two burly men talking to each other, reluctantly and with displeased expressions, putting a pile of clothes into the washing machine. Noticing the two men's clothing, Z couldn't help but frown.

She recognized the clothes; they were the yellow vests worn by the people who were responsible for cleaning the manor.

Most importantly, the people responsible for cleaning in the league are all people who have committed at least one crime in the league!

Therefore, upon seeing those two people, Z immediately slowed his pace and cautiously walked towards them.

Noticing Z's sudden change in footsteps, the burly white man in the group paused for a moment, then grinned unhappily.

"Wuhu, look who's here! Isn't this our new nobody?"

"So this is how you girls who don't like to reveal their names, who seem to have mysterious pasts, treat our hardworking colleagues like us?" "I thought you'd at least be a little bolder, instead of acting all nervous just from the distance!" With that, the burly white man snorted irritably, then spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground.

However, after he spat on the ground, he was immediately met with rude curses from the short, stocky black man next to him.

"Hey Harrison, you fucking want to fight me?!"

"Don't be stupid enough to spit on the ground that we have to clean up ourselves, damn it!"

"There are so many places to spit, why don't you go to someone else's area and spit there to your heart's content, instead of causing trouble for yourself, especially for you and me!" With that, the short, stocky black man smacked Harrison's buttocks hard.

Harrison sighed in annoyance, picked up a nearby mop, and quickly cleaned up his phlegm.

While tidying up, Harrison glared at Z, who was standing still and didn't dare to move forward, and muttered angrily.

"Hey girl, what are you standing there daydreaming about? Why don't you hurry up and put your damn clothes in the fucking washing machine!"

"Did you leave something in those clothes that's inappropriate for me to see?"

"Shut your mouth!"

Just as Harrison was angrily hurling his insults, Z suddenly spoke up.

She glared at the burly Harrison without fear, and strode towards him, shouting as she went. "Don't use those filthy words you use on your mother on me, because I don't have the same responsibility to love you as your mother, you idiot!" "Don't think I don't know what kind of people you are, huh?"

"The pitiful punished, the pathetic isolated, and the hateful yet regrettable criminals!"

"The Alliance shouldn't have let bastards like you roam freely in the manor. You should be properly guarded; that's where you belong!" "As for now, get out of my way! I don't need your filthy hands touching the clothes I'll wear in the future. Even breathing the same air as you makes me nauseous!" "I really hope your parents didn't die at the moment the apocalypse broke out, so they could have seen you in this wretched state!" "But I think even if they can't see it, they'll just slowly forget you in hell, because bastards like you can't possibly be loved by anyone!" "Your parents don't love you either!"

"roll!"

Shouting and cursing, Z strode up to the two men and glared at them fiercely!

Meeting Z's gaze, Harrison immediately wanted to raise his fist and give Z a good beating.

But before Harrison could raise his fist, the black man next to him quickly stopped him.

"Don't fucking cause me trouble. If you make a mistake, I'll be punished too. Do you think I'm on the same side as you, you bastard, Mazefak!" The black man cursed as he reluctantly made way for Z.

"Go about your business, you grumpy woman. We won't bother with you. Do you think we want to die by the boss's sword?"

He whispered to Z, then forcibly dragged the furious Harrison aside.

Seeing that the two dared not lay a hand on him, Z's eyes flickered twice.

Although she hadn't been in the league for very long, the fact that these two people, even in their anger, didn't dare to lay a hand on her, a newcomer, was enough for her to understand how well the league maintained its discipline.