Doomsday America.

Chapter 403 Second Sub-Base

Having made up his mind, Gavin completely ignored Nikita's disapproving look.

The trip to Atlanta is of great importance, and he needs to make preparations in advance.

However, this preparation had actually been going on for a while. Gavin had already made arrangements for Thomas a few days before Nikita even knew about the news.

The orders for personnel deployment, preparation of supplies and vehicles, relocation of outposts along the route, and enhanced reconnaissance have all been issued in advance.

If it were the old Nikita, with her keen sense and intelligence, she would have known long ago that Gavin was going to leave on her due date!

But now, Nikita is nearing her due date and all her attention is focused on her unborn child, so she has no time to deal with camp affairs.

The alliance led by Gavin is, after all, completely different from the main characters in The Walking Dead.

In The Walking Dead, Rick's wife only gave birth when facing a zombie apocalypse and had no choice but to force herself to give birth while on the run.

Before giving birth, she was constantly under financial pressure, yet she still participated in various affairs of the main characters, incidentally using her hormone-fueled, irritating mind to annoy Rick and his friends, ultimately leading to their falling out.

As for Nikita...

I'm sorry, but the Alliance's resources are too abundant, and its defensive strength is too abundant. So abundant that the Alliance no longer takes a few thousand zombie hordes seriously, and even tens of thousands of zombie hordes can be treated with indifference.

Just bombard her with artillery or crush her with tanks, and that'll be the end of it.

Faced with a zombie horde of hundreds of thousands, the Alliance would indeed flee in terror, since its artillery firepower is insufficient to support such a large-scale zombie horde.

The Alliance's machine guns also get hot, and the barrels wear out and become unusable.

But once a horde of hundreds of thousands of zombies approaches, the resulting chaos will be terrifying.

The flocks of birds taking flight along the route alone can stretch for kilometers.

Such a scale could not possibly escape the eyes of the Alliance sentinels, and the more than seventy temporary megaphones around the Alliance would come in very handy.

At that time, the alliance will send people to remotely operate various loudspeakers to emit noise, luring and guiding the bereaved families to divert and avoid the area where the alliance is located!

No matter what form zombies take, their lack of organization, records, command, and mind will always be their greatest weaknesses.

Even wild beasts in packs can be defeated by a hunter's trap.

In a post-apocalyptic world like the one we're in now, as long as humanity survives the first wave of the apocalypse, and then quickly bands together to establish survival camps and establish systems before people's morals collapse, we can avoid descending into a wasteland where people can eat each other.

So, as long as this camp continues to grow and expand, and doesn't encounter any unexpected events...

They are very likely to survive and greatly slow down the transition from the apocalypse to the wasteland!

For example, right now.

As Gavin stepped into the still damp, cold wind, the light snow had stopped.

Behind him, Bella, carrying a coat, caught up with Gavin from a distance and whispered to him.

"Boss, put on another layer, it's getting colder and colder lately~"

"Yes, thank you, Bella."

Gavin didn't stand on ceremony and simply opened his arms to gesture for Bella to help him put on his coat.

He was originally wearing denim overalls, a common sight in Texas during the fall and winter, with a leather denim jacket draped over his shoulders.

However, this type of coat is meant to be worn over a short jacket, so Gavin didn't look bulky in it.

As for the face—

Stop kidding, Texas isn't England, Gavin didn't prepare any so-called scarves.

Texas men have to face the cold wind and the scorching summer sun head-on.

It's been so long since I returned to the farm, especially after the summer.

Gavin's face even looked a bit flushed from the high altitude.

With his moderately long stubble, he looks more and more like Arthur Morgan.

Regardless of Gavin's current attire, after putting on his coat, Gavin led Old Feng and the others, mounted their horses, and left the manor, heading towards the farm town along the road.

Recently, the alliance's overall sphere of influence has not expanded significantly, since the Gavin family's own farm is enough to support a large number of people.

A mere one or two thousand people is far from the farm's capacity!

However, although the alliance's territory did not expand, the area where the alliance's active population exists actually expanded slightly.

Because—the manor's underground warehouse can no longer hold all the supplies collected by the field explorers!

So, just three weeks ago, the farm town of Gavin Farm officially began its reopening.

On the one hand, not far from that farm town is Gavin Farm’s largest storage center.

This storage center is much larger than the underground warehouse at Gavin Estate.

The underground warehouse of Gavin Estate was originally intended to store the various wines and spirits collected by Gavin.

The estate is Gavin's home, after all; it's not for commercial use, much less for storing farm supplies!

The farm's own commercial supplies, such as cotton, corn and other vegetables, as well as the countless beef that needs to be transported and sold during the beef dumping season.

Those items were originally stored near the farm town, which was the farm's commercial supply distribution center.

When supplies are scarce, Gavin can load them directly into the manor, which saves the men from having to travel long distances and allows them to hold out longer if the manor is besieged.

However, once supplies increase, the farm town must be put back into operation. On the one hand, the farm storage center must be completely restarted, and on the other hand, a considerable number of people must be arranged to guard the alliance's supplies.

Therefore, Gavin is no longer heading to that ruined farm town.

The place he went to was actually the Alliance's second branch base, Farm Town Base!

Following Richard's power plant, the Alliance's second branch base was officially established. This base had far fewer personnel than the power plant, with only fifty-five people.

However, as many as fifty of them were field and office staff, while the remaining five logistics members were simply responsible for cooking.

As for moving supplies, well, the field staff and office staff did that job.

The main reason for gathering a large number of field and office staff to be stationed in the farm town was to guard and protect the alliance's storage center.

At least for now, it's a warehousing center.

Therefore, the importance of this second base is no less than that of the power plant base, which serves as the Alliance's energy hub.

Therefore, Gavin visited the second base just as frequently as he visited the power plant base.

While you were thinking about the power plant and the farm town, Gavin sat on Octavian's lap, continuing along the road.

The weather was much colder now, and Octavian was initially reluctant to go out. When he did go out, he would stomp his hooves on the ground from time to time.

Octavian didn't feel warmer until he had walked about three kilometers with Gavin, and he snorted a few times, feeling a bit relieved.

Octavian's cheerful state was clearly noticed by Killie, the wolf king who was following Gavin.

So Kiley quickly moved a little further away from the ill-tempered horse.

Beside him, Old Feng held the reins, controlling his horse to follow Gavin, while glancing at the raven on Gavin's shoulder, then at the wolf king Kiley trotting alongside Gavin, and the five personal guard wolves that Kiley always carried with him.

After taking one look, Old Feng couldn't help but gasp and said with a laugh.

"Boss, no matter how many times I watch it, I can't help but feel a bit shocked."

"Whether it's a crow or a wolf, boss, you're always very popular with animals. Maybe there's a bit of mythology involved in that."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing Lao Feng's words, Gavin couldn't help but laugh. He turned to Lao Feng and teased him.

"You believe in mythology too? Aren't you all atheists? After all, what you believe in is ————##ism."

"Well----"

Honestly, Lao Feng never expected to hear the word "#ism" from Gavin's mouth.

He knew that Gavin was fluent in Mandarin and was also a China expert.

But hearing this word from a foreigner still made Lao Feng's heart beat a little faster.

Old Feng's eyes flickered, and then he fell silent for a moment, it was unclear what he was thinking.

In short, after a moment, Old Feng raised his head again and said to Gavin with a dazed look in his eyes.

"Things are different now, boss. What you're talking about isn't really mainstream anymore. What we believe in now is more about money and the supremacy of power—"

"But, ha, that's them. Perhaps they represent the majority, but at least I myself still possess pure faith!"

"So, boss, do you want to delve deeper into the kind of thinking you're talking about?"

"Honestly, after the apocalypse, the whole world will be in ruins, and the wasteland era will eventually arrive. The old order will also undergo a tremendous transformation due to the catastrophe and the changing needs of humanity afterward!"

"In short, boss, there's never been a better time to tear down and rebuild everything from the old society!"

"I'm just offering a suggestion, how about we—cough cough, how about we try out the idea you mentioned?"

"It might have a miraculous effect—"

"Ahem!"

As Lao Feng talked, he got more and more excited, and seemed to want to promote himself as the leader of the alliance as the Che Guevara of the wasteland era.

Gavin shook his head with amusement, then whispered to Old Feng.

"You think I haven't been doing it?"

"Dude!"

"I'm already doing it, but I'm not simply leading the alliance in a single direction. Instead, I'm selectively choosing the aspects that are most suitable for the camp and relatively superior from all systems, including capitalist societies, and gradually promoting them."

"Regarding the red system in the East, for example, we still don't have an official currency, and we haven't chosen to enter a private ownership society yet. Furthermore, the alliance itself provides communal dining halls. Isn't this proof enough?"

"But the changes brought about by the apocalypse are too great. Thinking too far ahead is not what we need. After all, what we need now is not how to manage everyone, but to find a way for us to live as safely and happily as possible!"

"The reason for expanding the field team is to protect ourselves from being harmed by other, different, and perhaps more suited to the wasteland era, pure wasteland and cult camps."

"The reason we are forcibly conscripting and recruiting more small and medium-sized camps to join us is because we need more people to restore our industry. We don't want to lose the foundation of our civilization and become half-savages who can't even make a single piece of clothing!"

At this point, Gavin shrugged and pointed ahead to Old Feng with amusement.

"Don't think too far ahead, my friend, and don't let your thinking become narrow-minded and stubborn."

"Whether it's being inclusive, selective, or adapting to changing times, we always need to constantly change and adapt to the world in order to lead ourselves to a better future."

"Therefore, no matter when or where, don't let yourself become so proud that you can't listen to others, and don't let yourself become stagnant and unchanging."

"Even zombies are moving, aren't they? Only movement is the defining characteristic of the living. And our alliance's laws and regulations also need to be in motion in order to constantly adapt to the bizarre future."

At this moment, Gavin's face inevitably showed a hint of helplessness.

He continued speaking as he recalled the events.

"After all, we have too many troubles to deal with in the future. Even in just the last two months, we have already encountered too many new problems."

"The dozens of good field buddies who died are all proof to us that the other survivors in the wasteland are becoming increasingly dangerous, and it seems that in the whole of Texas, and even in the whole of America, only our alliance can barely be called a survival camp composed of normal people."

"Look at what we've encountered these past few days, whether it's camps that have reinstated slavery or camps that have reinstated the right of first night."

"There are also purely patriarchal camps that treat all women like pigs and dogs, and there are also camps where women secretly hold power and men are reduced to laborers who are even proud of it."

"The world is vast and full of wonders, and the more camps we come into contact with, the clearer we become about the scoundrels outside, and the more incomprehensible their ways of living!"

"By the way, have you heard about the doomsday base that contacted us twice three months ago? That base has already disappeared!"

"They were far away from us, and even if we wanted to help them, we couldn't. I only found out about their disappearance from the radio of a Kansas trucking gang nearby."

"That doomsday base was probably near St. Louis. Although they couldn't be called a cult, they had a very strong religious background. The camp leader was a priest, and at its peak, the number of people reached three hundred."

"This is the kind of camp that was completely wiped out by a single sentry. That sentry inexplicably opened the camp gate, allowing dozens of zombies that appeared nearby to rush into the camp around 2 a.m."

"The doomsday base, which had more than 300 people, was immediately overwhelmed by the zombies and scattered in all directions. Even though a few people fought back and eventually wiped out all the newly turned zombies, there were less than 120 people left in the doomsday base."

"I can understand the difficulties they face. After all, not everyone can reliably form a team to fight against sudden zombie outbreaks in the early morning in a dark environment."

"In short, the camp held out for about two more weeks before being completely taken over by the Kansas Trucking Group."

"And after those guys joined the truck spree, they gave a brief talk about the sentinel who could have caused all of this."

"According to them, the sentry was usually a stubborn person, and his understanding of Catholic doctrine was somewhat flawed. He often argued with other believers in the group."

"A single person can easily destroy a base, so Lao Feng, don't think the Alliance is safe enough right now, and don't easily spread any ideologies in the camp, because the spread of any ideology could lead some people to ideological extremism!"

At this point, Gavin gently shook his head.

He was genuinely worried that Lao Feng might suddenly lose his temper and try to turn the league completely red.

To this day, even Father Hogan has not been permitted by Gavin to preach publicly.

The most influential faith in the alliance to date is actually the cult of Byoddin.

The reason Gavin temporarily allowed Abel and Arturo, these two unfortunate brothers, to continue preaching was because he himself was the object of their faith, and the spread of the Beyond cult could indeed make his commands more effective in being conveyed and executed!

In short, based on his own beliefs, he could at least slightly influence the mental state of his men.

But what if you become obsessed with some other inexplicable thing?

That----

There may be a few more dangerous people in the camp.

Gavin certainly didn't want to wake up one day to find several more extreme lunatics in his camp!