Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

Gu Lang drove straight to the closed container barrier and honked the horn.

The sharp siren finally alerted the guards, who turned around abruptly and frantically raised their rifles.

"Who's there?! Stop the car!"

The security officer put down his walkie-talkie and demanded an explanation.

The beam of the flashlight suddenly shone on the windshield of the driver's cab, making Gu Lang squint.

He didn't get out of the car, but rolled down the window and roared in a hoarse voice.

"Urgent mission! Infectious waste transfer in progress."

The upstream floods have destroyed our temporary storage site! We must evacuate them immediately!

He frantically pounded on the huge biohazard sign on the car door; the yellow sticker was glaringly bright under the lights.

"Biochemical pollutants?"

The word hit the crowd like a bomb, and the guards' faces changed instantly.

They all instinctively took a step back, lowering their gun barrels.

The security guard shone his flashlight on the car with suspicion, then walked over with a stiff upper lip.

"Here are the permit and manifest! Release them quickly! If the transfer is delayed and leaked, the entire area will be ruined!"

Gu Lang handed over the "Dangerous Goods Road Transport Permit" and a forged transfer manifest.

A faint smell of disinfectant wafted out of the car window.

He was wearing a full-body protective suit and a large gas mask, so only his eyes were visible.

His voice was muffled and he was not recognized at all.

The security officer immediately returned to the container and picked up the walkie-talkie to make a call.

Five minutes later, a patrol car drove up.

Three people jumped out of the car, and the one in the lead flipped through the license and transfer slip.

Then he pointed at Gu Lang and shouted.

"The vehicle needs a stopover inspection, open the cargo door!"

"Are you crazy? The car is full of high concentrations of biological pollutants."

"If the seal is broken, how am I supposed to explain this?!"

"I don't care how you explain yourself, who knows if it's even true!"

Stop talking nonsense and open it now.

If there are people or weapons hidden in the car, I have the right to shoot you on the spot!

The team leader, his eyes bloodshot and his voice hoarse, shouted.

Gu Lang jumped out of the driver's seat with no other choice.

"Those who are afraid of death, stay away. If you get infected with the biohazard virus, everyone in this city will die a violent death."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding crowd dispersed and pointed their guns at Gu Lang and the tailgate of the car.

Gu Lang tore off the seal and opened the tailgate.

Inside, piles of yellow medical waste transport containers were revealed.

"Can we confirm it now?" Gu Lang asked, turning around.

"Open the box and let me see!"

The team leader drew his pistol and began to threaten them.

"You're really crazy..."

Gu Lang opened the disguise box that had been prepared beforehand, revealing the blood-stained medical protective suit inside.

The crowd gasped and took several steps back.

Those who were less daring ran to the upwind position as fast as they could.

"Alright, alright, you can put it away now... Also, hurry up and disinfect it..."

The team leader hurriedly urged them on.

Gu Lang resealed the box and picked up the disinfectant spray bottle to spray disinfectant.

They even sprayed it onto their own protective suits.

He closed the tailgate and returned to the driver's seat.

"Damn it! What a horrible day!"

The leader's face twitched as he glanced at the chaos in the city.

Then he looked at the "poisonous car" in front of him, which exuded an ominous aura.

The immense risk assessment crushed his last shred of doubt.

"Open the door! Open the fucking door! Get it out of here! Everyone get away!"

He practically shouted those words.

The heavy iron gate was frantically pulled open by two guards.

The security inspector hurriedly threw the permit and transfer slip into the car window.

"I'll lead the way and take you out of the city now."

After one of the team leaders shouted this, he got into the driver's seat of the patrol car.

Gu Lang didn't waste a second and slammed on the electric switch.

The light trucks, like beasts breaking free of their cages, rushed through the open security checkpoints.

Closely following the patrol car, it ruthlessly chugs over the muddy and gravel-strewn road.

The patrol car turned on its lights and sirens, adding a touch of chaos to the bustling city.

The cold night wind, carrying increasingly heavy moisture, poured in through the open car windows.

In the rearview mirror, countless dike guards could be seen faintly in the dim light.

The scene shook violently and distorted with the car's jolting, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Ten minutes later, the two vehicles crossed the entire city and arrived at the western exit of the city.

The guards, who had already received their orders, were standing at the intersection, waiting for their turn.

The iron fences and roadblocks were all removed, and a traffic guide waved an indicator sign continuously.

The patrol car pulled over and honked its horn.

Gu Lang honked the horn in response, giving a brief indication.

The light truck left Qingyuan County and entered National Highway G202.

After driving 50 kilometers west, the car arrived at Nanzamu Town.

Standing on the hillside on the north bank of the Soul River, the town on the south bank was pitch black, and the situation was unclear.

This is also an important transportation hub.

National highways, provincial highways, and expressways converge on the east side of the town.

After coming down from the national highway, Gu Lang found a secluded grove of trees as his temporary camp.

It's impossible to judge the road conditions ahead in the dark, so we need to use a drone to scout it out again after daybreak.

After reapplying the seal to the tailgate and setting up the infrared grating detector,

He got back into his car and turned the alarm volume down to the lowest setting.

An alarm sound that is loud enough to wake oneself is sufficient; a sound that is too loud will only alert the enemy.

After a quick meal, Gu Lang opened the map and his phone again to start planning the specific route.

If you go 50 kilometers west from here, you will reach Fushun City.

However, according to the latest news, the area has been subjected to a high-density nuclear attack.

The specific number is basically consistent with the US nuclear strike list from 1959.

The same situation applies to Shenyang, the provincial capital.

Based on this, it seems that the cities on the nuclear strike list—Tieleng, Benxi, Liaoyang, Anshan, and Dandong—are probably all the same.

He crossed out these cities one by one on the map, and then crossed out Dalian and Lushun.

Finally, a circle was drawn around the location of Zhuanghe City.

"In the end, we still have to go deep into the Changbai Mountains as usual."

Gu Lang sighed and drew several alternative routes on the map.

Based on the current situation, he needs to pass through Xinbing County, Huanren County, Kuandian County, Fengcheng City, and Xiuyan County.

It takes traversing five mountainous counties to finally reach the seaside.

Although the road ahead is fraught with peril, he absolutely cannot stop.

It's already early August, but the weather hasn't gotten warm at all.

Instead, it became even cooler, which is definitely not normal.

The scientists' description of a "nuclear winter" is, however, a gross exaggeration.

However, the amount of smoke and dust produced by a nuclear explosion is real and enough to cause catastrophic climate effects.

The next two years will most likely be "years without summer".

Since the outbreak of nuclear war, Gulang has never seen the sun again.

A sharp decrease in solar radiation to the Earth's surface will cause a significant drop in surface temperature.

It would absolutely destroy global agricultural production and cause massive famine.

The higher the latitude, the greater the temperature drop and the more severe the impact.

Staying in the Liaodong region would make it very difficult to survive the long winter.

We must hurry and move south before summer ends.

He only has a little over two months left.