Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

Gu Lang quickly got out of the car and climbed onto the roof by stepping on the tires.

The solar panels were covered with a layer of dust.

With a gentle swipe, my hand immediately turned completely black.

"It really isn't dust, it's ashes!"

Standing on the roof of the car, I looked into the distance.

A west wind blew, carrying with it a faint smell of burning.

In the distant treetops, wisps of white smoke drifted.

Flocks of birds continued to fly southeast in the sky.

Gu Lang immediately jumped off the roof of the car and rushed over to remove the roadblock.

"Are you crazy? They said we have to wait for further notice!"

The duty officer rushed over to stop it.

"You're the idiot! Aren't you going to run and wait to die?"

"What do you mean?"

"A forest fire is coming!"

"How could that be? You're talking nonsense..."

The duty officer froze halfway through his sentence.

He quickly abandoned Gulang, got on his motorcycle, and sped off into the city.

Once the window paper is pierced, many things become crystal clear, requiring no further explanation.

In the devastating fire of 1987, Tahe County was one of the areas most severely affected.

Given the other person's age, it's even possible that they personally experienced that event.

Burned power facilities were scattered throughout the forest area, and communication systems were also paralyzed.

All indications suggest that the fire was extremely large.

The damage could even exceed that of 1987.

Gu Lang slammed on the electric switch and rushed through the checkpoint.

After driving forward for ten kilometers, we found the area ahead indeed filled with fire trucks and rescue vehicles.

Along the ridgeline, the forest looks as if it has been shaved.

Large numbers of pine trees were felled and shrubs were cleared.

The black soil layer was completely exposed, with deep gullies crisscrossing the area.

The network of open spaces connects with roads and rivers, forming a closed firebreak network.

When they noticed other vehicles approaching, some people tried to block the bread truck.

Gu Lang immediately honked the horn and increased the car speed to the maximum.

The car nearly fell into a drainage ditch while swerving around a bend.

Fortunately, the sheer force of the attack was enough to scare the staff into scattering and fleeing.

Gulang successfully broke through the blockade line formed by rescue vehicles.

At the same time, an exciting rhythm came from the car stereo.

"Deja Vu,

I've just been in this place before,

Higher on the street,

And I know it's my time to go..."

He got a little annoyed and quickly switched to the next song.

"If I were a DJ,"

Will you love me?

Will you love me?

Will you love me...?

Gu Lang cursed "Damn it!" and turned off the car's music system.

I switched the car's ventilation to recirculation mode to prevent smoke from entering the cabin.

Seeing that no one was chasing him, he stepped on the brakes.

After getting out of the car, press down on the valve core to reduce the tire pressure of all four tires to 200 kPa.

This is to increase the contact area, prevent tire slippage, and prevent high-temperature tire blowouts.

Next, open the hood and seal the ventilation inlet with a wet towel and cable ties.

I opened several packs of aluminum foil life blankets and stuck them on the car body.

He then picked up a 205 entrenching tool, dug out a bucket of mud, and covered the solar panels on the roof of the vehicle.

Finally, he grabbed a bucket of water from the car and poured it thoroughly.

Before getting back on the bus, I took personal protective measures.

Gu Lang put on the N95 mask by layering four wet cotton gauze together.

Wet your outdoor hat, wrap your head with an aluminum foil blanket, and put on your goggles.

Next, drape a wet bath towel and an aluminum foil blanket over your body.

After confirming that the car doors and windows were closed, he continued south.

In this emergency, Gulang did not conserve power and maintained a top speed of 80 kilometers per hour.

The altitude change along the way was only a few dozen meters, so the energy recovery charging was minimal.

After driving for half an hour, the road sign showed that Xinglin District was still 40 kilometers away.

A faint, vibrant orange-red glow peeks out from behind the ridgeline on the right.

A subtle, deep sound, like the roar of a distant waterfall, emerged.

The sound traveled through the air in wisps, tapping against his eardrums.

The instrument panel shows that the interior temperature is 26 degrees Celsius.

The tire pressure monitoring module showed that the outside temperature was rising rapidly.

It jumped from 28 degrees to 36 degrees, and is still rising.

Gu Lang knew he was about to approach the fire.

Just minutes later, the world had been completely transformed.

The massive, sky-covering clouds resembled boiling ink.

It expanded and spread rapidly, carrying with it a darkness that devoured everything.

The light dimmed rapidly, and the falling ashes began to drift down like dirty snowflakes.

The tapping on the windshield and roof produced a dense "shh" sound.

Gu Lang turned on the high beams and switched off the windshield wipers to prevent the ash from obstructing his vision.

When the car reached an open area, Gu Lang finally saw the full picture of the fire.

Several hilltops were burning, and huge flames were engulfing the entire forest.

The heat distorted the air, and even from several kilometers away, he could feel the heat coming from the car window.

Gu Lang's survival instincts and professional knowledge came into play at this moment.

He knew that there was a prerequisite for crossing the fire: there had to be a low-intensity fire belt more than 200 meters ahead.

Furthermore, the vehicles must meet the required protection standards, and personnel must have protective equipment.

He's driving an electric car now, so there's no risk of it stalling due to lack of oxygen.

The flames haven't reached the tree canopy yet, so I still have time.

When the flames reach a height exceeding twice the height of the tree canopy, the fire enters an extremely dangerous state.

The fire wall moves much faster than a human can run, at a speed of approximately 50 to 60 kilometers per hour.

But if he moves slower than a car, he can escape by crossing the valley ahead before the wall of fire reaches him.

Gu Lang gripped the steering wheel tightly and accelerated the car to its maximum speed.

Thick smoke now completely shrouds the highway, reducing visibility to less than 50 meters.

He relied on reflective signs along the way to keep his way and carefully watched for changes in temperature.

The outside temperature has risen to 47 degrees Celsius, and the bread truck is passing through a dangerous area.

Suddenly, several vehicles appeared on the road several hundred meters ahead.

They all collided together, resembling a car accident scene.

The car doors were wide open, and the passengers had vanished.

Gu Lang lightly applied the brakes to slow down, stopping less than five meters from the vehicle.

The accident scene blocked the entire lane, but there was still barely enough space to pass through on the right side of the road.

Without time to hesitate, Gu Lang decided to get out of the car and clean up the debris on the ground.

At times like this, he can't afford to risk a tire blowout.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Lang opened the car door.

The heatwave hit us like a solid iron plate.

He held his breath and rushed over, throwing all sorts of sharp fragments and debris far away.

After the scene was cleaned up, a gust of wind carrying countless sparks swept in.

Gu Lang staggered and almost lost his balance.

I couldn't hold my breath and inhaled some air.

He was immediately choked and started coughing violently.

Even after being filtered by a mask, the pungent smoke could still be smelled.

My lungs felt like they were on fire, and my throat felt like it had been rubbed with coarse sandpaper.

Sweat poured down his forehead and temples like a stream.

It was then quickly dried by the high temperature, leaving behind a layer of itchy salt frost.