Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

Upon hearing this, Gu Lang felt inexplicably that the voice was somewhat familiar.

"Wait! Your voice sounds familiar. Do we know each other?"

"Huh? Could it be? Wait a moment, let me check my phone again."

Holy crap! Gulang! No wonder that shield on the machine gun looked so familiar.

"Wait a moment, I'm coming right now, please don't shoot again."

Soon the SUV slowly drove into the parking lot, and a man got out of the driver's seat.

Waving the composite bow in his hand, it was none other than Bai Lang, whom he had not seen for several months.

"Holy crap, I never expected to run into you here."

That shot just now almost killed me, you fucking ruthless.

I'm just here to collect the airdropped medical supplies; I mean no harm.

Bai Lang pointed to the heavy machine gun, a look of lingering fear on his face.

"The commotion we just caused was too loud; this is not the place to talk."

Find a safe place, and we'll catch up slowly.

Gu Lang pulled the charging handle, putting the bolt into recoil mode.

He ejected the loaded bullet and then engaged the safety on the heavy machine gun.

"Don't worry, this area should be relatively safe."

But you're right, just to be safe, let's change seats first.

The off-road vehicle led the way, with the Lynx assault vehicle following 50 meters behind.

Gu Lang noticed that Bai Lang's mode of transportation had changed, from a diesel pickup truck to a green-plated new energy off-road vehicle.

Judging from the car logo, it should be BYD's Formula Leopard.

No wonder it approached me silently at the dock.

The two vehicles sped off one after the other toward a nearby mountainous area.

We then turned onto the winding mountain road and climbed to a leisure restaurant at the top of the mountain.

This is a modern-style concrete building with a huge viewing platform extending out from the cliff.

The Lynx assault vehicle followed the off-road vehicle and parked in the parking lot inside the restaurant.

After getting out of the vehicle, Bai Lang circled the Lynx assault vehicle, his fingers running from the tire treads to the cooling grille on the hood.

"What a nice car! You've upgraded your 'bird gun' to 'cannon' after just a few months."

Eight-wheeled all-terrain vehicle, heavy machine gun mounted on top—I'm so envious!

"Haha, it's rare to meet an old friend in a foreign land, and you start cursing right away, you have such poor manners."

Gu Lang slung his rifle over his shoulder and jumped off the assault vehicle.

He noticed a dent on the front of Bai Lang's SUV, the shape of which looked familiar, much like the mark left after hitting someone.

"Oh, sorry, it's just a habit."

Gu Lang, you probably don't know, this is how social interaction works nowadays.

Using insults instead of greetings is also one way to identify rage disorder.

That's considered good; in some places, people even slap each other when they meet.

Anyone who dares to get angry is a violent person who has been provoked.

"Oh, that's true. No matter how much the Berserker pretends, he probably can't tolerate this."

Gu Lang felt he couldn't help but want to laugh.

The two were chatting happily when He Ping, who was standing to the side, had already succumbed to his urge to leave the house.

"You call him Gu Lang? Isn't he Song Zhong?"

Two pairs of suspicious eyes immediately fixed on Gu Lang.

"This is a long story. Let's make sure it's safe before we sit down and talk."

Gu Lang laughed awkwardly, picked up a stone, and smashed open the U-lock on the restaurant door.

Then he picked up his rifle and led the two men to start lining up in the restaurant.

After confirming that no one was inside, they dragged out three chairs.

The three sat around the viewing platform by the entrance, monitoring the situation below the mountain while sharing their experiences.

Gu Lang recounted in detail the stories that took place in the Medicine City and on Yushan Island.

"In short, Song Zhong, after being infected, did not want to become a berserker and asked me to kill him."

I had to shoot him and end his suffering.

This was the first time I had ever killed a normal person with my own hands, and it left me with severe psychological trauma.

After Song Zhong's death, I was conscripted into the army by Li Zheng to take over the mission from the fallen soldiers and to carry out the unfinished task.

Out of guilt, I have always carried Song Zhong's soldier's identification tag with me.

After fighting my way out of the Dragon Kingdom Medicine City, I participated in the battle to recapture Yushan Island.

With the energy crisis for the naval fleet resolved, all that remains is to wait for a vaccine to be developed.

The troops also ceased all combat operations. After settling back at their temporary base, I couldn't sleep all night.

Every day was torture, and all I could think about was going south to find my family.

He then piloted the gyroplane away from the Dongji Island safety zone and found the military speedboat in the Kailing Shipyard, heading south to Zhangzhou.

As it turned out, his family had all perished in the earthquake triggered by the nuclear explosion, and all that could be done in the end was to give them a proper burial.

Since I'm already all alone and have deserted, I'll just consider myself dead.

So he assumed the identity of his deceased comrade and continued to eke out a living in this apocalyptic world.

On one hand, it's about forgetting the pain; on the other hand, it's about continuing to live on for the comrades who died at their hands.

Anyway, a name is just a label; I didn't mean to deceive you, Director He.

After saying that, Gu Lang took off the military ID tag from around his neck and placed it on the table, then raised his hand and pretended to wipe away tears.

"Wow, I didn't expect you to have gone through so much in just a few months."

Bai Lang leaned back in his chair and sighed deeply.

"Captain, I had no idea there would be so many twists and turns."

I'm sorry, I was being paranoid and brought up painful memories for you.

You're right, a name is just a label.

"You are you, it doesn't matter what name you use." He Ping took off his glasses and wiped his eyes.

Bai Lang and He Ping were clearly moved by Gu Lang's story and offered him comfort.

The highest level of lying is nine parts truth and one part falsehood.

Gu Lang's story is extremely realistic, with only minor embellishments and adjustments made to the characters and details, which greatly moved the two people in front of him.

Feeling he had performed well, Gu Lang put his identity badge back on and shifted the topic away from himself.

"Bai Lang, tell me, why did you come here?"

"Let's start with the most recent one. Bring the flight case over first, and we can talk while we do the antigen test."

He Ping immediately got up and retrieved the box from the car.

Bai Lang skillfully opened the box and took out the antigen test kit inside.

After each of the three people had their nasal mucosa punctured and the tests completed, they waited for the results.

A few minutes later, all three people's test cards showed only one bar.

"Not bad, they're all negative squad leaders." Bai Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

He tidied up the testing supplies, sat back down in his chair, and then began to answer Gu Lang's questions.

"As you just saw, the government has set up many relief supply distribution points in various coastal areas."

Medical supplies will be provided periodically, the most important of which is antigen reagent.

"Then how did you survivors know the location and time of the supplies being delivered?"

"That's simple. Before the supplies are deployed, the authorities will airdrop a batch of leaflets using drones."

"That's it? Won't that attract berserkers?"

"It's not that simple. The location on the flyer is a word puzzle, and the time is a math problem."

It's extremely difficult; even a normal person with a slightly lower intelligence might not be able to do it.

Bai Lang pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it for the two of them to see.

"I see, that's a good way to screen personnel..."

Gu Lang looked at the "exam paper" in front of him and felt it was full of dark humor.