Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

Zhao Xun gestured: "Calculate the time yourself. Wait until the ship's radar detects the abnormal echo and determines that it may be encountering a typhoon."

Then the radar operator reports it up, which is then analyzed and assessed by the fleet staff, and then reported up the chain of command to the highest level.

By the time the final instructions were issued and the frontline troops received the orders, it was too late.

Once a typhoon picks up speed, especially with a sudden increase, the reaction window for the fleet is very short.

When we infantrymen, who had already landed on the island and were embroiled in a stalemate, received the order to retreat.

The typhoon's massive outer wind circle is almost upon us...

Although Gu Lang lacked professional meteorological and military command knowledge, Zhao Xun's explanation was very logical.

This aligns with his understanding of the current global infrastructure collapse and technological degradation.

The structural adjustments within bureaucratic organizations are severely lagging, so it is not surprising that such tragic misjudgments and delays have occurred.

"So... you're trapped on the island? How many people are there?" Gu Lang's voice softened a bit.

"Our class has a total of 12 people. We were the first batch of assault troops to land on the island and were responsible for capturing the Yushan Power Plant in the chemical industrial park."

Zhao Xun stubbed out the cigarette that had burned down to the filter and took the last cigarette from his ear and lit it.

"When the typhoon came, we had just finished clearing the power plant area and were still setting up defensive positions."

The order was to hold the line and await reinforcements, waiting for the typhoon to pass...

Zhao Xun took a deep drag on his cigarette, and his eyes became vacant amidst the swirling smoke.

"And then? What happened on the island?" Gu Lang asked softly, sensing that the story to come would be extremely dark.

"hell."

Zhao Xun raised his head, his gaze unfocused as he looked at the distant horizon, as if a phantom of the past was playing out there.

"There were already rumors before the fleet officially issued the order for a full retreat." His tone turned cold and sarcastic.

"Some scoundrels with connections and influence got advance notice and chose to get ahead of the game."

"A premature start?"

"Yes, seize the landing craft." Zhao Xun's lips curled into an ugly smile.

"Yushan Island has undergone large-scale reclamation and land reclamation, and is a large flat area of ​​more than 20 square kilometers."

A massive petrochemical base has been built on the island, with dense chemical pipelines and flammable and explosive materials everywhere.

Therefore, the original battle plan was to advance in stages and gradually establish reliable forward positions.

We must fortify our strongholds, fight protracted battles, continuously expand our territory, and steadily eliminate the tyrants.

The landing troops, along with combat supplies, were transported to the beach and dock in batches using various small boats.

If we need to evacuate, the round-trip coordination will take time, and it's impossible to evacuate everyone at once.

Those who knew in advance were able to escape first and evacuate safely.

Gu Lang's breath hitched slightly: "Shouldn't this be dealt with according to military law?"

"Military law?" Zhao Xun laughed as if he had heard a joke, his laughter filled with sorrow.

"Hmph, just think about it, what will the military be like after a nuclear, biological, and chemical war?"

They were all scattered, and the naval fleet had no choice but to temporarily reorganize on the spot in order to complete this mission!

Navy, Air Force, Army Aviation, Border Defense, Militia, Coast Guard, Special Police, Marine Corps, Field Army, Radar Corps, Reserves...

You can find almost any branch of the military that you can think of!

It has a large staff, a complex composition of personnel, and numerous factions.

Many units haven't even fully streamlined their command structures; they're just forced together to carry out tasks.

How can they possibly unite as one in a short period of time?

Due to a shortage of manpower, some teams had just been evacuated from danger zones.

With no suitable place to settle them, they were sent directly to participate in the battle.

In this situation, what kind of morale or fighting spirit can one have?

Discipline? In an environment where family members are out of contact and life is uncertain?

Punishment? How many people are left who can follow orders?

Once rage disorder takes hold, there is no cure. Having endured so much to get to this point, who would want to be cannon fodder?

When you're sent to fight in a dangerous zone, and the timeline stretches out, are the allies still allies?

Zhao Xun's voice was filled with suppressed pain.

"Those who rushed ahead escaped. A gap appeared in the defensive line they were responsible for."

The berserkers surged in from there, attacking the logistics troops, disinfection teams, and petrochemical workers behind them...

Their numbers are increasing, and their combat power is becoming more and more terrifying, like a snowball rolling downhill.

The troops were completely unable to organize alternating cover retreats; the remaining men were all surrounded and wiped out.

Gu Lang remained silent, recalling those rabies-infected individuals at the Yu Shan Island pier that night, dressed in disheveled clothes but behaving in an unusually "novel" manner.

Now I finally understand why the numbers were so astonishing back then.

He sighed heavily and gestured to Zhao Xun, "Continue, about your class."

Zhao Xun nodded, finished his last puff of cigarette, and stubbed it out in the sand.

"The petrochemical base does not rely entirely on the power grid. The Yushan Power Plant has a large amount of coal storage and two ultra-large generators."

The ultimate goal of the mission is to attempt to restore the island's power supply and, in coordination with other units, restart the control system of the petrochemical base's central control building..."

Zhao Xun's gaze was completely lost in the vortex of memories, returning to that stormy day...

September 22nd – 08:15

Longmei Group Daishan County Yushan Power Plant

A special squad of a certain unit of the 31610th Army in the Winter Theater.

Zhao Xun stared nervously out the window as a fierce gust of wind rushed in through the cracks, whistling sharply.

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, casting two enormous, blotting-out shadows.

Those are the two largest coal storage silos in Yazhou, standing 68.5 meters tall and 52 meters in diameter.

According to the engineers who were with us, the capacity of a single vessel is as high as 8 tons.

The two combined are equivalent to piling up coal the size of three standard football fields to a height of 20 stories.

"Reporting, squad leader, the people have been safely evacuated."

A soldier walked by, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the ground.

After capturing the power plant, Zhao Xun arranged for two soldiers to climb to the top of the silo.

Occupy high ground, scout enemy positions, and snipe the berserkers while you're at it.

As a result, when the typhoon hit, everyone was forced to evacuate indoors.

"Okay, come with me to see how the 'guest' is doing?"

The two talked as they walked straight into the conference room.

"What's the situation inside?" Zhao Xun asked the soldier standing guard at the door.

"Report: Everything is normal so far, and no one has fallen ill."

"Okay, you've worked hard. Go and rest for a while."

Zhao Xun peered through the window in the door and confirmed that nothing unusual had happened.

He then turned the key and opened the U-lock.

Then he kicked away the temporary door stop and forcefully pulled open the conference room door.

There were four people resting, dressed in protective suits and sitting in the four corners of the room.