Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

Eight days after the solar storm, Gu Lang was sharpening a boar-hunting spear with a discarded grinding wheel.

The aluminum pot on the table still held the steam from the noodles I cooked at noon.

The spear blade gradually gleamed with a cold light, reflecting the trees swaying in the wind outside the window.

Several tattered strips of cloth were added at the junction of the spearhead and the shaft.

Gu Lang found an abandoned mop in the factory and, after some modifications, the mop head became "Red Tassel".

When it pierces the enemy's body, the red tassel can absorb and divert the sprayed blood.

To prevent blood from flowing down the gun barrel to the grip area and causing slippage.

Don't worry about a lot of blood; just shake it off with a strong motion.

"Power has been restored to some areas of our city. Power repair work is still underway. Please be patient..."

The car's infotainment system was broadcasting news, and the dashboard indicated that the battery was fully charged.

"Crack—Splash!"

A piercing metallic clang suddenly broke the silence.

Gu Lang tensed up instantly, gripping the spear tightly with his right hand.

The sound came from the east gate of the factory, where two empty luncheon meat cans were connected.

He immediately turned off the radio and grabbed his weapons and backpack.

Walk towards a five-story red brick building, which is the highest point in the factory area.

I climbed the rusty iron stairs to the fifth floor and crouched down to get to the restroom.

There was a broken window facing the east gate, and he slowly stuck his head out.

After observing for a while, no intruders were found.

A red cloth fluttered from a tree branch immediately to the southeast, indicating that someone had triggered a tree branch catapult.

Gu Lang quickly moved to an office in the southeast direction.

Then I saw three young people carrying backpacks.

They were cautiously walking around the abandoned factory area.

He frowned, unable to understand why anyone would come to the ruins at a time like this.

He disliked trouble, and especially didn't want to clash with these unruly kids.

The other party may even be a minor, and has a terrifying "newbie protection law".

After thinking for a moment, Gu Lang took out two whistles from his bag.

One is a common high-frequency survival whistle, which can produce high-frequency sounds above 3000 Hz through a special cavity design.

It has strong penetrating power and can spread 1 to 2 kilometers in the wild.

He usually uses it to scare away small and medium-sized animals such as stray dogs.

It can also be used as a distress signal if you encounter danger.

The other whistle is a bit strange.

It was very large and looked like a twisted skull.

This is the famous Aztec ghost whistle, also known as the death whistle.

The name comes from the extremely unsettling sound it makes.

The Aztecs would blow this whistle before launching a charge or raid on the battlefield.

They created inhuman, terrifying sounds to disturb the enemy's mind, cause panic, and undermine morale.

Its terrifying sound is a combination of low-frequency booming and ultra-high-frequency howling.

The low-frequency roar seems to come from the depths of hell, capable of evoking humanity's primal fear of the unknown.

High-frequency shrieks are very close to the tearing screams of humans or animals in extreme pain.

It can directly stimulate the areas of the brain responsible for alertness and fear.

The original was made of clay, but Gulang made it more portable and durable.

I ordered a custom-made 3D-printed enhanced version online.

It is made of resin and serves as its own "whistle to scare people away".

"Hello! Is anyone there?"

The boy shouted at the top of his lungs, and the echo reverberated through the empty factory.

Gu Lang quietly moved to a corner of the factory, which faced the entrance and had the best sound propagation effect.

Three young men were walking into the dimly lit factory, their footsteps making a crisp sound as they kicked the broken glass on the ground.

Bring the ghost whistle to your lips and blow it softly; a sharp, eerie hissing sound instantly explodes in the air.

He moved his position and changed the angle of his playing, making the sound seem to come from near and far, as if something was moving in the dark.

"What was that sound?!"

"No...don't scare me..."

"let's go..."

The three of them were clearly panicked, and their footsteps became chaotic and hurried.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Gu Lang took a deep breath and blew the ghost whistle loudly.

Within a closed, open factory space with hard reflective surfaces.

The sound is strongly reflected, reverberated, and superimposed.

This creates a layered, echoing effect of "a thousand souls howling in unison".

The sense of terror amplifies exponentially.

The three young men were so frightened that they ran wildly along the road without looking back, their backpacks bouncing high behind them.

Behind every urban legend, there is a troublemaker.

Gu Lang put down the ghost whistle, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

After rearranging the alarm system, he continued sharpening his entrenching tool.

As the sun completely sank below the horizon, darkness gradually enveloped the factory.

Only the occasional bark of a stray dog ​​could be heard in the distance.

By the ninth day, water and electricity supplies had been restored to most areas of the city.

Gu Lang decisively left the abandoned factory area.

After entering the city, we first found a public restroom to replenish our tap water.

Although it was not affected by the forest fire, fire ruins could still be seen everywhere.

Logistics parks, storage sites, grain depots, and material reserve warehouses were all burned black.

"Tsk, a fire dragon burning down the granary, and so many immortals with tents?"

Gu Lang looked at the rows of yellow cordon lines, got out of the car, and clicked his tongue in amazement.

There were bullet casings scattered on the ground around them, and an old woman was picking them up with a plastic bag.

He immediately went up and followed suit, picking them up as well.

When the old woman saw someone trying to take her things, her face turned pale with anxiety, and she immediately sped up her work.

The two of them kept bending over, like chicks pecking at rice.

From the moment Gu Lang picked up the first shell casing, he realized it was a painted steel-cased bullet.

It contains zero copper and is practically worthless.

In the past, China lacked both money and copper, and was reluctant to use good materials when making bullets.

By the time the economy developed, plastic bullet casings had already been invented.

Under the old woman's astonished gaze, Gu Lang stuffed two large handfuls of spent bullet casings into her plastic bag.

"Auntie, what happened here?"

"Hey, you just got here, right? You don't even know this?"

The old woman held her back and took a breath.

"After the power outage, this place was first looted, and then it was occupied by a group of people selling cigarettes."

"Which religion is this? They're so arrogant!"

"It's not a proper crossover movie; it's not like they're shouting about the end of the world and the judgment of humanity."

"Haha, this sounds like a joke."

"Later, when the bacteria entered the city, a fight broke out between the two sides, and someone set fire inside, which is why it turned out like this."

"Were all those people killed?"

"No, I heard that the leader escaped with a few people."

"Auntie, how do you know all this so well? You don't believe in this stuff too, do you?"

"You're kidding me, you didn't even give me an egg."

Who would believe this nonsense? I heard it from someone else.

The old woman blushed and muttered a few words.

"Old Zhang next door believed in this stuff, and all his savings were stolen. Oh dear, his son didn't even come back to see him one last time before he died. What a tragedy..."

"Okay, Auntie. Could you tell me where I can get my car repaired around here?"

After Gu Lang got into the car, he drove in the direction the old lady pointed.

Only a few shops have reopened, and even the auto repair shops are closed.

Just as Gu Lang was about to give up, he suddenly noticed someone in a car dealership.

There was another line of defense at the entrance, made up of countless tables, chairs, and benches.

He got out of the car and saw that there were still sandbags piled up in the duty room.

Just then, two men, one old and one young, appeared.

The two men, holding sharpened steel bars, warily stared at Gu Lang through the "defense line."