Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

Gu Lang sprinted at top speed and arrived at the northwest corner of the beach.

Arriving at the Lynx assault vehicle hidden in the woods, they lifted the camouflage netting and jumped into the vehicle.

Various weapons and protective gear were neatly arranged inside the vehicle.

He quickly put on a tactical bulletproof vest and helmet, checked the magazine, and then inserted it into a Type 191 automatic rifle.

Load the gun, confirm the safety, activate the red dot sight, and then sling it over your back.

He then picked up several grenades and stun grenades and stuffed them into his weapon bag.

He checked the Type 92 pistol on his belt again, and finally stuffed the binoculars, medical kit, and several spare magazines into the pocket of his tactical vest.

After being fully armed, he took a deep breath to suppress his tension and doubts.

"We need to figure out what it is, where it is, how much there is, and what it's for."

He silently recited the rules of survival as he headed towards the beach.

Using the terrain and vegetation as cover, he reached the edge of a clearing on the northeast side of the beach, near a low cliff.

The other party flew in from the east, so it will face west when it lands.

This can be used to your advantage, attacking from above or stealing the ball from behind.

Gu Lang hid behind a huge sea-eroded rock and slowly poked his head out to investigate.

About 100 meters away, on a flat sandy open space, there was a strangely shaped flying machine.

The thing looked very rudimentary, its main body resembling an open-top tricycle.

There are two rows of seats, one in front and one behind, which seem to be able to seat two people each.

A huge biplane propeller, like that of a helicopter, is mounted on the roof of the vehicle, but it is much smaller.

Below is a small propeller that is directly connected to an exposed engine.

It also has a set of steering wings similar to those on a fixed-wing aircraft attached to its tail, making it a complete hybrid.

At this moment, the rotor is still slowly rotating due to inertia.

"An aerial tricycle?" Gu Lang's pupils contracted slightly as the five words flashed through his mind.

He recognized it; it was a gyroplane.

An aircraft that uses rotor rotation to generate lift and a propulsion system to provide forward propulsion.

Although it looks like a helicopter, it works on a different principle.

The engine does not directly drive the main rotor; the main rotor is unpowered.

Lift is generated by the relative airflow blowing the rotor blades as it flies forward, causing them to rotate like a windmill.

The propulsion for forward movement is provided by the propeller at the tail.

Therefore, once the speed decreases, the rotational speed of the main rotor will also decrease.

Insufficient lift will cause you to lose altitude and make it impossible to hover like a helicopter.

However, it also has many advantages. It is very easy to operate, basically on par with powered paragliders and hang gliders.

Furthermore, it does not require the complex transmission system, tail rotor, and sophisticated hydraulic control system of a helicopter.

It has a simple structure, low price, is easy to maintain, has a low failure rate, and has no manufacturing barriers.

Gu Lang first saw this thing during the special forces equipment formation at the National Day military parade.

At the time, this thing attracted a lot of attention, and he read a lot of popular science reports.

Then, not long after, civilian versions appeared in amusement facilities at major scenic spots.

Then, things got even more outrageous.

Various illegal homemade products have emerged one after another, and have even made the news.

He recalled that the most outrageous manufacturer was a noodle factory, and that their products could actually fly.

Seeing that there was only one person inspecting the gyroplane, Gu Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Even if the gyroplane is simple to operate, it doesn't seem like something a berserker could control with precision."

That person seemed normal, so why did they land here?

The other party was dressed in ordinary outdoor clothing, and there was a line of text faintly visible on the gyroplane.

Gu Lang moved to a different spot and took out his binoculars to magnify his observation.

"Dongji Island Tourism Development Co., Ltd.? Did they escape from the safe zone?"

Could something have happened on Dongji Island? No, I haven't heard anything about it on the communicator.

Gu Lang's brain began to work at lightning speed, analyzing the clues before him.

"Although I can't see what weapons they have, their combat power shouldn't be able to surpass the heavy machine gun in my hand."

Thinking about this, he guessed that the other party might be a fugitive, or at least someone who had left the island without permission.

If permission has been obtained from the military, sailing is clearly a safer option.

The reason for flying the gyroplane was most likely to escape a tight maritime blockade.

This small rotorcraft, with its low flight altitude and small radar target, is very suitable for infiltration and stealth operations.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been selected by special forces and become standard equipment back then.

He observed for a while and found that the man did not take off immediately after inspecting the plane.

Instead, he pulled out a map and a notebook from his pocket and started writing and drawing on them.

It kept looking up and around, its expression focused, as if it had no intention of leaving anytime soon.

"Damn it, we can't wait any longer." Gu Lang's eyes narrowed.

The longer the other party lingers, the greater the risk of them discovering traces of your activity in the surrounding area.

Rather than passively waiting to be exposed, it's better to take the initiative and control the situation.

He needs intelligence and must figure out the current situation as soon as possible.

Only by taking the initiative can we increase our chances of survival.

"Fine, let's give him a shock with our strength and capture him as a prisoner for now." Gu Lang made up his mind.

He quietly retreated from the edge of the rock, silently retracing his steps back into the woods, heading straight for the location where the Lynx assault vehicle was hidden.

He lifted the camouflage net and jumped into the driver's seat.

The key was turned, and the engine let out a low growl.

He drove the light assault vehicle, quickly circling along the rain ditch at the edge of the woods towards the other side of the beach.

The engine noise was muffled by the trees and terrain, and masked by the distant sea breeze and waves, so it did not attract the attention of the person on the beach.

Estimating that they were close to the predicted location, Gu Lang sharply turned the steering wheel and floored the accelerator.

Like a beast leaping out of the forest, the Lynx assault vehicle roared as it sped up onto the flat beach.

The wheels kicked up sand, creating a brief sand curtain.

In the instant the other person looked up in surprise, before they could fully react...

Gu Lang executed a beautiful drift, positioning the car horizontally in the middle of the beach.

It happened to be in front of the rotorcraft, blocking its takeoff runway.

Before the car had come to a complete stop, he had already flipped over and jumped up from the driver's seat.

He grabbed the load-bearing truss on the roof with one hand and stood in the rear compartment.

Then he placed his hands on the grip and bolt of the 12.7mm heavy machine gun.

"Click!" A crisp sound of a bolt being pulled rang out.

The bullet is chambered and ready to fire.

The dark muzzle of the gun was steadily pointed at the man who was frozen dozens of meters away.

The man was clearly stunned by the sudden appearance of the steel beast and heavy firepower, and the map and notebook in his hand fell to the sand with a "thud".

He quickly crossed his arms behind his head and then "plop"ed down on the beach.

His posture was extremely standard, as if he had been trained.

"No! Don't shoot!" A trembling voice came from the ground.