Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

Gu Lang rushed back to the car, his chest heaving violently.

My heart was pounding wildly behind my ribs, almost breaking free from the confines of my chest.

Without a moment to catch his breath, he carefully drove across the roadbed.

The wheels made a crackling sound as they rolled over the bushes, and the dry branches on the ground had already begun to spontaneously combust.

This is a very dangerous sign, meaning that the fire has begun to spread to the side of the road.

Like a wild beast chased by flames, he charged recklessly through the life-or-death passage besieged by fire.

Sweat began to blur my vision.

He could only blink frantically, squeezing out the last bit of clarity from his vision.

The terrifying sounds could still be heard continuously in my ears.

It was a deep, earth-shaking roar, yet also a sharp, tearing sound that ripped through the air.

Countless oils boiled and crackled under the high temperature.

The massive, moisture-laden tree trunk suddenly exploded under the licking flames, emitting a terrifying sonic boom.

Essentially, this is the agonizing wail of thousands of trees in their final moments.

After driving for another ten minutes or so, the car finally broke out of the fire.

In the rearview mirror, the road in the distance had completely disappeared into a chaotic mix of crimson and dark black.

The churning fire tornado seemed to come alive, roaring and rushing southeast along both sides of the national highway.

"Boom—crash!!!"

A particularly deep and deafening cracking and collapse sound pierced through the roar.

This was followed by a series of even deeper, more muffled sounds of impacts to the ground.

Looking back, there was a towering tree that had witnessed countless storms.

Unable to withstand the ravages of the flames any longer, its massive body finally snapped in half.

It crashed down, landing heavily on the earth that had nurtured it.

Gu Lang was glad that he had acted quickly enough.

If we had been any later, the road would have been blocked by this fallen tree.

A network of open spaces reappeared dozens of kilometers away from Xinglin District.

The local fire and rescue team also created firebreaks.

Several forest firefighters appeared by the roadside, waving their hands to stop the bread truck.

"How did you get here? Is anyone else behind you?"

A fire commander ran over to inquire.

"We can't stay here! Get out of here! The fire is right behind me."

Gu Lang rolled down the car window and gave the other party a sharp warning.

A flicker of anxiety crossed the commander's eyes.

"Our walkie-talkies are broken, we can't contact the rear command..."

He glanced back at the billowing smoke in the distance.

"Stop talking, get in the car and let's go!"

Gu Lang roared without hesitation.

Without hesitation, the commander immediately called several team members to squeeze into the bread truck.

The car suddenly started moving and sped forward.

"What's the situation in Xinglin District? Is there an organized evacuation?"

"Most of the personnel should have been organized to evacuate south, leaving only us to expand the quarantine zone."

The commander sat in the passenger seat and wiped the sweat from his face.

"Can this fire be put out?"

The commander gave a wry smile and shook his head.

"A wall of fire... once it becomes a wall of fire, it's impossible for people to stop it! We can only retreat! We can only wait for it to burn everything that can burn, or..."

He paused, then added with difficulty.

"...Or we can wait for God to open his eyes and send a convective rain."

He learned some information from the firefighters.

Faced with this kind of fire, all firefighters can do is try their best to control the spread of the fire.

The temperature of a large forest fire can easily exceed 1,000 degrees Celsius, enough to melt even gold.

At this temperature, fireproof suits and fireproof covers are as flimsy as paper.

The group in front of us doesn't even have a fire truck.

If you are surrounded by fire, there is basically no chance of survival.

After driving thirty kilometers forward, Gu Lang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the fire truck again.

There was no time for pleasantries; the firefighters got out of the vehicle, rejoined their colleagues, and continued their rescue work.

Gulang originally planned to go directly through Xinglin District along the national highway.

However, the broken bread cart's battery was really limited, and after running 130 kilometers, only 23% remained.

We must find a way to charge our batteries in the city, otherwise we won't make it to the next stop.

He plans to find an emergency generator and secure it in the car.

We can get some more gasoline and extend the driving range using the concept of range-extended electric vehicles.

As time went by, an unnatural red hue appeared in the sky.

The city was in chaos, and many shop windows had holes in them.

Order has completely spiraled out of control, and the city is filled with an atmosphere of impending doom.

The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance, but it grew fainter and fainter, becoming distant and weak.

From time to time, you can see people wandering the streets with sticks in their hands.

He didn't see any other vehicles along the way; they must have all retreated towards Jakdaqi.

After entering the city, the search process was difficult and dangerous.

Every time I parked, every time I approached a shop or warehouse that seemed like a potential storage location for supplies.

Almost always, this will attract malicious glances.

Left with no other choice, he was forced to begin the hunt.

The first encounter took place in a narrow alley.

Two men, one wielding a machete and the other a crowbar, blocked his path.

Without wasting any words, Gu Lang took the crossbow from his back.

"Bang!" A short, sharp string twanged.

The more threatening man with the machete was shot in the chest with an arrow.

Without uttering a sound, he collapsed to the ground.

The man with the crowbar was so frightened that he dropped the crowbar and ran away, only to be shot in the kidney by a second arrow.

Ignoring the cries of agony, Gu Lang stepped on the wounded man and expressionlessly pulled out the arrow.

The blood-stained arrow gleamed coldly in the dark red light of the sky.

He picked up the two backpacks and threw them, along with the machete and crowbar, into the bread cart.

They drove around the city several times but couldn't find a generator.

Gu Lang felt that he might not be able to escape the sea of ​​fire.

Driven by desperation, they became increasingly reckless in their attacks.

The second encounter took place on a relatively open street.

He was being targeted by four more organized thugs.

Gu Lang, realizing he was being followed, also set his sights on the other party's motorcycle.

He slammed on the brakes and jerked the steering wheel.

He swerved the car sideways and then accelerated at full speed to crash into it.

Electric vehicles do not have gearboxes; the electric motor can reach maximum torque instantly.

Its acceleration from a standstill far exceeds that of gasoline-powered vehicles in the same class.

A motorcycle was unable to avoid the head-on collision and was sent flying.

Sparks flew as the motorcycle burst into flames.

One person lay motionless on the ground, while another jumped out of the vehicle and seemed to be able to move.

Inside the bread truck, the airbags suddenly deployed.

Gu Lang felt as if he had been punched hard in the face, and his head was buzzing.

The other motorcycle avoided the impact, and the two thugs quickly got off.

They grabbed their respective weapons: a Japanese sword and a fire axe.

Gu Lang quickly pulled out the crossbow from the passenger seat.

The seatbelt locking mechanism in the vehicle was triggered by a "traffic accident".

Gu Lang, who hadn't anticipated this, was severely distorted in his movements.

An arrow was shot, but it only hit the axe-wielding man's arm.

Upon seeing this, the swordsman charged forward with a strange cry.

With no time to wind up the crossbow, Gu Lang used a boar-hunting spear to cut the safety belt.

He yelled and kicked the car door open.

A flash of cold light appeared first, followed by the spear thrusting out like a dragon.

The spear's advantage over swords is overwhelming; the Japanese sword can't even reach the ancient waves.

"Thud!" The spearhead pierced the man's abdomen.

Although piercing the chest is more effective at killing the enemy.

However, there were multiple opponents at this time, and there was a risk that the spear would get stuck in someone's ribs.

Then he suddenly twisted his body and drew his spear, sweeping the shaft horizontally.

The axe-wielding man's neck was slashed open with such force that the sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

The roar of a motorcycle came from behind.

Looking back, the man who jumped out of the car had already fled.

By the time Gu Lang ripped off the airbag that was severely obstructing his view, it was too late to catch up.