Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

The people on the oil tanker were frantically fighting over the rope ladder, and several people fell down in the struggle.

He fell onto the deck of a fishing boat, his fate unknown.

At this moment, Gu Lang's walkie-talkie finally rang.

"Commander Song! Commander Song! The oil tanker is on fire! Come quickly and help! Someone has fallen into the sea! Hurry!"

Jiang Peng's voice was urgent and sharp, a stark contrast to the smug "oil tycoon" he had been just a few hours earlier.

"Can't help! Just wait to die! Goodbye!" Gu Lang said in a series of three polite phrases before turning off the walkie-talkie.

The woman beside her chuckled, as if the people on the oil tanker who were swallowed by the flames had nothing to do with her.

"Luckily, I was smart enough to run away with you."

"Yes, we should definitely celebrate!"

"How do you want to celebrate?"

"The scenery here is quite nice, I'm getting interested. Turn around and stick your butt out."

"You're really something..." The woman giggled as she turned around and lifted her skirt.

"Wow, this is so hot! It's even hotter than the fire at Yiling!"

After reciting his famous line, Gu Lang delivered a left-handed kick to the snow-white buttocks in front of him.

The woman fell into the sea in an extremely undignified manner, splashing up a small wave.

The woman choked on seawater and surfaced from underwater.

He coughed violently twice, then immediately switched to a cursing mode.

"You bastard!!! You dog of a man!!! You beast!!!"

With a blank expression, Gu Lang took a lifebuoy from the hangar wall, untied the rope, and threw it down.

"If it were me, I wouldn't waste my time and energy cursing."

If you don't swim back quickly, the fishing boat will leave soon.

Gu Lang pointed to the fishing boat in the distance, whose navigation lights were already on. The people on board were desperately trying to cut the mooring lines and escape the inferno.

The woman glanced back at the direction of the fishing boat and stopped cursing.

He put on the swimming ring next to him, gritted his teeth, and swam towards the direction of the flames.

"He's not too stupid; he knows to listen to advice and he'll get by." Gu Lang smiled as he watched the other person leave.

The woman's paddling technique was very professional, and her swimming speed was also quite fast.

"His physical fitness is pretty good too, he's got some skills."

Women who have survived the apocalypse to this day are truly remarkable.

After praising it a few times, Gu Lang quickly found ropes and began to reinforce the oil drums on the flight deck.

They bundled the oil drums together several times.

Finally, the ropes were secured to the rigging holes around the deck.

On the sea, the iron-hulled fishing boat that Jiang Peng was on finally broke away from the oil tanker.

Using the faint light from the burning oil tanker, they located the speedboat and sped towards it.

Even though as long as the speedboat moves at full speed, it is impossible for the other party to catch up.

But when Gu Lang saw that Jiang Peng actually had the audacity to chase after him, he still felt a strange sense of admiration for him.

He turned the walkie-talkie back on, and Jiang Peng's voice immediately came through the speaker.

"Song Zhong! You imposter, you dare to scheme against me, you bastard! May you die a horrible death!"

The curses were nothing new; they were nothing more than accusing him of deliberately poisoning someone and wishing him a terrible death.

Gu Lang had seen this kind of anger before; it was exactly the state of a gambler after losing their last chip, just like Jiang Peng was now.

"Jiang Peng, if you don't turn around, I'm going to open fire," Gu Lang coldly warned.

At this point, the other person had lost their mind and was still yelling incoherently, their voice growing increasingly hoarse.

The content has evolved from cursing to a kind of primal venting akin to howling, and it wouldn't pass censorship on online literature platforms.

Gu Lang shook his head helplessly and could only try to persuade the other party to leave in a way that they could understand.

He returned to the cockpit and gripped the control stick with both hands.

The left thruster pushes forward, and the right thruster pushes backward.

It made a U-turn on the sea, with its bow pointing towards the pursuing fishing boat.

He reached out and pressed the fire control switch of the close-in weapon system, and the electro-optical system locked onto the target within three seconds.

Aim the crosshair at the bridge of the fishing boat and fire in burst mode.

Pulling the trigger, five towering white columns of water erupted from the sea.

As the water jet fell, the fishing boat immediately slowed down.

Then, like a frightened animal, it sped off and turned to flee.

"You missed! You're really lucky."

Seeing that the other party had finally figured it out, Gu Lang stopped correcting the trajectory for follow-up shots, as that would only waste ammunition.

He maneuvered the speedboat to turn again, heading southeast.

The intense flames and thick smoke could easily attract danger, so it's not advisable to stay here for long.

The speedboat sped away from the burning sea at an economical speed of fifty knots.

After sailing for about an hour, the sky gradually brightened, and Gu Lang adjusted the speedboat to an economical speed.

A dark outline appeared on the other side of the sea; it was the coastline shrouded in morning mist.

Based on the nautical chart, it should be the northeast corner of Hainan Island – Wenchang City.

I've heard about Wenchang countless times in the news before.

It is one of the four satellite launch centers in China, and the only one located on the coast.

Large rockets can be transported by sea without being restricted by the size of railway tunnels.

The Changzheng-5 and Changzheng-7 rockets made their maiden flights here, and the Chang'e-5 lunar probe and Tianwen-1 Mars probe also launched from here.

Because of the lower latitude, the Earth's rotational speed can also be used to reduce rocket fuel consumption.

The area within 1000 kilometers to the east is all ocean, and the rocket debris landing zone is entirely located in uninhabited sea areas, which greatly improves safety.

Gu Lang had heard a joke about a space launch site in the inland part of China.

After the successful launch of the rocket, the recovery team went deep into the mountains to search for any rocket parts that had separated and detached.

The team members trekked over mountains and valleys and saw a local old lady hoeing the ground.

The team member, panting, asked, "Auntie, have you ever seen a piece of sheet metal fall from the sky?"

The old woman stopped hoeing and calmly pointed towards the back of the mountain: "I didn't see the corrugated iron, but the fairing of the Changzheng-3 is over there."

Before the nuclear war, Wenchang also built commercial launch pads and attracted commercial aerospace companies.

Gu Lang has no idea what the current state of these places is after the nuclear bombs fell.

However, given the strategic value of space launch sites, their ranking on the nuclear strike list will not be much lower than that of naval ports.

If you continue south, you might see a nuclear crater.

Gu Lang launched a drone, which ascended to an altitude of 500 meters for reconnaissance.

There were no other ships on the sea. After confirming that the surrounding area was safe, he retrieved the drone.

Then he went to the flight deck at the stern and began to deal with the oil drums.

There were a total of nineteen oil drums, each with a capacity of 200 liters. The drums were coated with green anti-rust paint and looked exactly the same.

Last night's oil-moving work was time-sensitive and demanding, so he didn't have the opportunity to open each cap to check what was inside.

We can only speculate based on the placement; prioritize moving the parts that look like diesel fuel.