Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

About five minutes later, Bai Lang pushed the door open and came in.

I sat down at the dining table and picked up my laptop.

After reading it from beginning to end, my furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

"Wow, this map is amazing. You really learned some skills in the military."

"That's right, earthwork is a traditional skill of our army." Gu Lang said without changing his expression, casually making up a lie.

"I think this plan is fine; it's too detailed."

If this can be accomplished, the base's security will be guaranteed.

"Don't just praise it, let's look together and see where there's room for improvement."

"Let me see." Bai Lang dragged the mouse to zoom in on the detailed diagram of the S-curve.

"This road is well-designed. If a machine gun is mounted on the roof of the dormitory building, the entire road can be defended."

"And this firing position would be even better if moved five meters to the left, utilizing the adjacent rock face for natural cover."

Bai Lang was beaming with excitement, pointing and gesturing on the screen.

As he was talking, he suddenly looked troubled.

"However, for your system to work, it needs guns and cannons to back it up."

"Having fortifications but lacking firepower won't hold out against an enemy attack."

"Then tell me honestly, what weapons do you have on hand right now?"

Gu Lang leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and looked at Bai Lang.

"There were quite a few cold weapons, mainly sharpened steel pipes."

I have several bows, including compound bows and recurve bows, but only I know how to use them.

So my dad converted one of the composite bows into a crossbow; you should have seen it when you came in.

"What about firearms?" Gu Lang continued to ask.

"Do Molotov cocktails and fireworks count?"

"Barely, is there anything else?"

"That's all. We're just ordinary people, and this is already the limit for us."

Bai Lang spread his hands, looking helpless.

"With so little, you still dared to bring outsiders carrying heavy machine guns into the base? You really dare to gamble." Gu Lang rolled his eyes.

"What are you afraid of? You two are alone, how much supplies can you possibly consume?"

Just treat this place as your own home. If you're really bad people, then I misjudged you.

"Being shot to death is better than being devoured by a madman." Bai Lang gave a bitter smile.

"Alright, don't worry about upgrading our weaponry, I'll find a way to handle that."

It was agreed beforehand that the defensive structures at the foot of the mountain would not be counted towards the previously agreed 240 work hours.

Do you have any further questions regarding the construction of the defense works?

"The excavator is out of fuel, and the other vehicles are almost out of fuel as well."

Currently, only pure electric off-road vehicles can reliably get around.

"Diesel is a problem if we're going to excavate a large area," Bai Lang said, looking troubled.

"I will also take care of the fuel problem; there is a batch of diesel fuel on the speedboat."

Next time I go to the beach to move the seals, I'll bring them back with me.

Please cooperate fully with me and bring more people to help move the materials.

"Okay, I'll gather everyone who can use it tomorrow and get the generator set repaired first."

Bai Lang closed his laptop, got up, and left.

The weather in the mountains changed suddenly the next morning.

Gu Lang had just finished inspecting the assault vehicle when large raindrops began to fall.

The rain came down hard, and the wind in the valley swept through in gusts, carrying the curtain of rain.

Visibility plummeted to less than 100 meters, and distant mountain peaks were completely obscured by the gray-white rain and mist.

The effects of "nuclear winter" have made climate change extremely pronounced this year.

During his journey from north to south, Gu Lang discovered that after the torrential rain following the nuclear explosion...

In addition to a significant drop in temperature, the climate has become increasingly dry in various regions.

Fortunately, Shiwanshan, located at 21 degrees north latitude, is situated in the southern part of Guangxi and has a northern tropical monsoon climate.

The base is still located in the southern foothills of the mountainous area, where the moist sea breeze will naturally rise and form rainfall when it moves northward.

Therefore, the rainfall is still sufficient, which is a good thing for long-term survival.

He stood at the door for a while, looked at the sky, then turned back into the house and used the walkie-talkie to notify Bai Lang that the original plan had been canceled.

The rain lasted all morning and showed no sign of stopping by noon.

After lunch, Gu Lang didn't rest. He borrowed an off-road vehicle from Bai Lang.

He and He Ping began transporting weapons, ammunition, and important supplies to the mountain camp.

While cleaning the cabin, He Ping swept a coin out of a corner, and Gu Lang told him to just toss the coin to allocate the rooms.

The final result was that the men's section went to Gu Lang, and the women's section went to He Ping.

After tidying up the house, the rain outside the window started to pour again.

He Ping stared at the reservoir outside the back window for a moment. The water had already overflowed the overflow outlet, and the murky muddy water was gushing down the drainage ditch.

He suggested taking advantage of the rainy day to clean the water tank so that running water could be restored once the power supply was restored.

Gu Lang thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

The two rummaged through a storage box and pulled out two medical protective suits to use as raincoats, then took off their coats and put them on.

Gu Lang turned on the drain valve at the bottom of the pool, and the water in the reservoir swirled and flowed downwards, causing the water level to drop at a visible speed.

Once the pool walls were exposed, the two men, each with a long-handled brush, jumped into the pool to clean the moss and silt clinging to the concrete walls.

The green moss was soaked by the rain and became soft; it could be easily brushed off.

It mixed with the sediment at the bottom of the pool and turned into a sticky mud.

After rinsing the pool three times with a bucket of water, the original gray color of the pool wall was finally revealed.

The protective suits were completely non-breathable, and the two of them were stuck in the pool for less than twenty minutes before their clothes were soaked with sweat.

Gu Lang gritted his teeth and continued scrubbing the last wall of the pool, while He Ping straightened his back.

He ripped open the zipper of his protective suit, tilted his head back to face the wind and rain, and let out a long breath, his face full of joy.

The outdoor temperature was around 12 degrees Celsius, with a wind force of 5 to 6, and the rain hitting our faces brought a chill.

Gu Lang opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed his words back.

The saying goes, "You can't learn something just by being taught; you can learn it in one go by experiencing it firsthand."

The cabin was just ten meters behind us, with ample supplies and the risks were manageable.

He intended to teach He Ping a profound lesson, using his own experience to give him a proper education.

He Ping rinsed the pool walls one last time with water, and the pool was finally completely clean.

Gulang closed the water outlet valve, and clear mountain seepage water gushed out from the inlet, quickly gathering at the bottom of the pool.

When the two climbed out of the reservoir, He Ping was soaked to the bone.

His hair was plastered to his forehead and water was dripping down his face. His lips were pale and his face was dark. He was trembling like a leaf.

"You have mild hypothermia. Go back to the cabin now."

Change into clean clothes, immediately! Right now!

"Oh...okay......" He Ping stammered, stumbling as he walked, almost falling over.

Gu Lang grabbed He Ping's arm and practically dragged him into the cabin.

"I... my hands and feet are numb... numb..." He Ping's tongue was so cold that he could barely speak.

"It's okay, I'll help you." Gu Lang helped him to the seat, helped him change his wet clothes, and wrapped him in an aluminum foil life blanket.