Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

In the following period, Gu Lang and Bai Lang divided the work and worked together.

They began frantically disassembling the backpack and removing the hard bulletproof plates inside.

According to Bai Lang, the rigid plate is essentially a "composite armor".

The hard ceramic panel will withstand direct impact from rifle bullets.

It uses its own fragmentation to shatter and blunt high-speed steel projectiles.

The warhead, shattered by the ceramic plate, will turn into a mass of fragments and powder and continue flying forward.

At this point, the tough composite material backplate at the back acts as a flexible insert.

Securely hold these remnants in place to prevent them from harming the wearer.

Therefore, its protective power far exceeds that of soft bulletproof vests.

The only drawback is that it is heavy and thick, and has a fixed curved panel that cannot be bent.

To avoid affecting the wearer's flexibility, the protective area is generally not large, and can only be used to protect the core area of ​​the body.

The black hard panel that was taken out of the backpack had a small label in the lower right corner.

Its protection level is indicated as Level 4 according to the meter standard, which is equivalent to Level 6 according to the national standard.

Both represent the highest level of protection within their respective standard systems.

Designed specifically to withstand high-powered armor-piercing rifle rounds, it can withstand 7.62x54mm bullets.

However, the testing standard only requires blocking one test missile; if it is hit multiple times, it may still penetrate.

Furthermore, after being shot repeatedly at close range by a rifle, deformation and bulges will inevitably appear on the back of the plate.

Even if the bullet doesn't penetrate, the enormous impact can still cause internal injuries.

At this point, the additional soft bulletproof plates at the rear become the last line of defense.

It provides bulletproof protection while also serving as an excellent stress buffer layer.

"Strike face?"

Gu Lang saw several large characters written on the convex surface of the rigid insert and read them aloud using the little English he had left over from the past.

"It means the striking surface, or it can also be translated as 'this side faces the enemy,'" Bai Lang explained with a smile.

Carrying a large number of rigid power strips, the two returned home laden with their loot.

On the other side, the two women had already finished packaging several soft inserts and had begun packaging bulletproof helmets.

Seeing that there was still time, Gu Lang and Bai Lang discussed it for a while and each came up with an idea.

Lang began making pelvic protection modules, sewing nylon bags and buckles onto the tactical belt.

After inserting a rigid ballistic plate, it can be fixed to the bottom of a tactical vest to increase the protective area.

Wearing these "bulletproof shorts" can effectively protect the groin area and prevent injury.

Gu Lang then brought out the blast shields from the security room and used resin to glue and fix a large number of bulletproof plates.

They built a heavy-duty bulletproof shield, and the core area was specially covered with two layers of bulletproof plates.

"Your shield is good, but the observation port at the top is always a potential hazard."

Bai Lang lifted the shield to feel its weight.

"The finishing touch isn't done yet, watch me."

Gu Lang pulled out a roll of red tape, cut out two semicircles, and stuck them in the center of the shield.

"Did you feel an urge to shoot here after seeing it?"

"Haha, you're so good at mocking people, you're really something." Bai Lang laughed and gave a thumbs up.

As it was getting late, Bai Lang's family decided to stay overnight in the factory dormitory.

Gu Lang left a walkie-talkie behind and rode his bicycle back to the fishery administration wharf.

Back on the yacht, he took out the walkie-talkie he had "snatched" from the drilling platform.

"I have arrived at my destination and feel good."

"Received, there are no abnormalities on this side."

"Stay connected, and call us anytime if anything happens."

"Where should we meet tomorrow?"

"This is a public channel, please do not disclose personal information."

"Okay, we'll contact each other again tomorrow."

Gu Lang's words instantly enlightened Bai Lang.

The next day, around noon, Gu Lang first contacted Bai Lang via walkie-talkie.

"It's me. You can come over now. Just head straight to the northwest, and watch out for my drone."

He launched the drone and quickly located the pickup truck.

After confirming that no one was following behind, Gu Lang lowered the drone's altitude.

The drone was maneuvered to the pickup truck and began guiding the route.

As the pickup truck followed the drone slowly into the dock area, Gu Lang could clearly sense the other party's nervousness.

The pickup truck was driven very slowly by Bai Lang's mother, Liu Na.

In the passenger seat, Bai Lang held a compound bow and kept scanning his surroundings.

The moment he saw the yacht, Bai Lang's tense shoulders visibly relaxed.

He nodded toward Gu Lang through the windshield, a look of relief on his face.

The pickup truck came to a stop next to the yacht, and the three of them got out.

"Is this your ship?"

Bai Lang looked at the yacht, a hint of envy in his voice.

"This boat doesn't look cheap. No wonder you dared to travel so far alone."

Gu Lang smiled but didn't offer any further explanation; he was more concerned about the upcoming transaction.

Bai Lang walked to the back of the car and opened the closed carriage curtain door.

Inside, their findings from yesterday's search were neatly stacked.

He took out the agreed-upon items: two Type 21 tactical vests, two bulletproof helmets, two bulletproof guard modules, a bulletproof shield, and several aluminum bars.

After moving this pile of supplies, they then moved out a few cardboard boxes from the very back.

"These are the textile mill's laboratory equipment you specifically requested. I don't know which ones are useful and which ones aren't. Anyway, I wrapped them all in newspaper and brought them over for you. To fit all this stuff, we had to temporarily store our own supplies elsewhere. I've left the walkie-talkie here; take your time moving it."

"Thank you for your hard work. The diesel fuel is at the stern; feel free to pump it."

Gu Lang handed over the prepared oil pump and plastic tube.

After taking the tools, Bai Lang began siphoning oil from the spare oil drum at the stern.

Accompanied by the sound of waves crashing against the dock, diesel fuel was continuously pumped into the pickup truck's fuel tank.

"It's full already? Don't you have any spare oil drums?"

"It's already a larger fuel tank, it can hold 100 liters of fuel, and there's still room in the truck bed to store other supplies."

"This bucket is for you; fill it with another 20 liters and take it with you."

"The boss is very generous, then I won't stand on ceremony." Bai Lang was overjoyed upon hearing this.

The goods were counted correctly, and the transaction was successfully completed.

Without much small talk, both sides understood that this was just a small milestone on the long road to survival.

Because of the presence of the virus, even handshakes are not allowed.

While Bai Lang was extracting oil, Gu Lang was busy disinfecting and wiping the newly acquired supplies.

"Where are you headed next?"

"Heading inland, but I can't reveal the exact location. What about you?"

"Head south and look for a relatively safe place. Good luck," Gu Lang said sincerely.

"You too," Bai Lang replied.

The three got into the pickup truck one after another, and the truck slowly started, drove away from the dock, and disappeared around the corner of the road.