Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

As Gu Lang rolled, he took off the Type 191 rifle hanging on his shoulder.

Before he could fully regain his footing, he had already instinctively aimed his gun at the direction from which the attacker was coming.

In the night vision footage, a figure is seen hiding in the darkness, trying to rewind a single-shot harpoon gun.

It appears to be a common rubber band-powered harpoon gun, which requires manually stretching multiple high-strength rubber tubes to store elastic potential energy.

Without time to examine it closely, he pulled the trigger, firing a short burst of three rounds.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The whistling of the bullet tearing through the air and the muffled thud of it hitting flesh sounded almost simultaneously.

The berserker's body shuddered violently, and he staggered backward, dropping his harpoon gun.

It fell to the ground, letting out even more frantic howls, struggling to lunge forward again.

The crisp sound of gunfire echoed through the empty tank area, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.

Almost the instant the gunfire subsided, shouts erupted from other directions on the dock, and the previously scattered flashlight beams began to flicker rapidly in the distance.

Gu Lang abandoned the oil drum full of diesel fuel and ran wildly toward the loading and unloading dock where the yacht was moored.

The chaotic footsteps behind me quickly approached, growing more and more frequent, and I could even hear the harsh sound of metal scraping against the ground.

He sprinted to the edge of the platform, quickly untied the rope, and jumped onto the yacht.

The diesel engine roared, propelling the boat away from the platform like an arrow released from a bow.

Gu Lang sharply turned the rudder to the right and sailed away from the loading and unloading dock at a top speed of 30 knots.

The yacht traced a sharp white arc on the sea as it headed north.

Yushan Island is located to the east of Daishan County. The islands are densely packed, the waterways are narrow, and there are two cross-sea bridges blocking the way.

He could only avoid danger by sailing northeast and crossing the open waters between Daishan Island and Qushan Island.

Just as Gu Lang bypassed Yu Shan Island and thought he had successfully escaped into the darkness.

"Swish! Swish!"

Two incredibly blinding beams of light tore through the night behind him without warning, swaying rapidly as if searching for a location.

Gu Lang's heart sank.

Immediately afterwards, the two shifting beams of light, like the eyes of a predator, quickly stabilized and converged downwards, finally locking onto his fleeing yacht.

In an instant, the entire rear half of the yacht, especially the area behind the cockpit, became as bright as day.

Intense light streamed into the cabin through the glass windows, illuminating even the finest dust particles in the air.

The low-light night vision goggles worn by Gu Lang were instantly overloaded by the sudden burst of bright light, and his vision was filled with dazzling light.

He cursed under his breath, yanked open the night vision goggles, endured the stinging in his eyes, shielded his eyes from the bright light with his hand, and looked back at the source of the light.

Through the rear side window of the cockpit, he saw a nightmarish scene.

A massive fishery administration vessel had somehow caught up to the right rear of the yacht, its hull appearing as a menacing silhouette against the backlight of its searchlight.

In the shadows beneath the searchlight, he saw the outline of a machine gun and several swaying figures nearby.

No warnings, no hesitation.

"Bang bang bang bang bang—!!!"

The heavy machine gun on the fishery administration vessel opened fire, its muzzle flashing briefly and violently in the darkness, like the grim smile of death.

Immediately following was the terrifying whistling of bullets tearing through the air.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The first volley of bullets struck the sea not far behind the yacht, splashing up a rapid column of water, indicating that the impact point was quickly correcting and closing in.

Gu Lang quickly lay down to avoid the bullets.

"Clang! Crash—!"

The next moment, several bullets struck the yacht's superstructure.

A sickening metallic tearing sound came from the cockpit, and shards of glass flew everywhere.

The entire yacht trembled under the hail of bullets.

"Damn!" Gu Lang's adrenaline surged, and all his fatigue and relaxation were instantly crushed.

He crouched low to minimize his exposed area while simultaneously yanking the steering wheel with one hand.

It attempted to perform unpredictable maneuvers to break free from the deadly lock.

But the beam of the searchlight, like a persistent leech, followed him closely, providing continuous illumination for the heavy machine guns behind him.

The whistling of bullets and the splashing of water hitting the hull or nearly missing their targets created a deadly symphony.

Gu Lang knew that passively taking a beating would only lead to his death.

He looked up and saw the shattered glass in front of the cockpit. Taking advantage of a lull in the enemy's fire, he jumped out without hesitation.

He then climbed up the bow ramp onto the yacht's flybridge, where his greatest asset—the Type 171 heavy machine gun—was fixed.

Just as he switched to the helm and prepared to adjust the course, the fishery administration vessel caught up from the side and rear.

Gu Lang immediately moved the heavy machine gun down and remounted it at the stern of the flying bridge, its dark muzzle aimed at the fishery administration vessel that was approaching at full speed.

He took a deep breath, calmed his racing heart, and firmly aimed the red dot on the scope at the heavy machine gun at the bow of the fishery administration vessel.

"Thump thump thump thump thump—!!!"

The 12.7mm caliber barrel roared violently, the deafening roar of rapid fire drowning out the engine noise and the sound of the waves.

On the dark sea, gun muzzles spewed out nearly half a meter of blazing flame.

A tracer bullet, trailing a bright trajectory, flew whistling toward the fishery administration vessel like the javelin of death.

The ammunition belts in the ammunition boxes are configured such that one tracer round is allocated for every five rounds.

This design allows the shooter to clearly see the trajectory of the bullet, enabling them to quickly correct their aim during continuous fire, especially in low-light conditions or high-speed combat.

"Splash—puff puff puff—!"

In the first volley, most of the bullets struck the protective steel plate of the heavy machine gun, scattering blinding sparks.

Seeing that the machine gun had stopped moving, Gu Lang slightly adjusted the muzzle, and the subsequent bullets swept across the bridge of the fishery administration vessel like a metal storm.

That is the ship's command center, and also the place with the most glass and the weakest protection.

The tempered glass shattered into countless fragments instantly, and the bullet penetrated the aluminum alloy bulkhead, entered the cockpit, and exploded.

The searchlights were turned off first, and then the figure behind the bridge window quickly disappeared.

The fishery administration vessel's originally straight course immediately became skewed and chaotic, and the hull began to sway irregularly from side to side on the sea surface.

Its speed also dropped sharply, clearly indicating a loss of effective control.

Gulang did not cease fire, and fired several short bursts at the waterline and upper structures to further create chaos and destruction, preventing a possible counterattack.

Seeing that the fishery administration vessel had lost its ability to pursue and was spinning around in place like a drunkard, Gu Lang stopped firing.

The heavy smell of gunpowder permeated the surroundings, and the echoes of heavy machine gun fire still lingered in the air.

Not knowing whether the enemy was pursuing them in other ships, he dared not linger and continued to sail at full speed toward the deep sea, far from the islands.