Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

Before going to bed, Gu Lang did not set up the infrared alarm equipment as usual.

He discovered that the yacht came with a built-in monitoring system that supported automatic alarms for unauthorized intrusion.

It's probably because there's a diesel refueling port at the stern.

To prevent oil theft, the ship owner did not cut corners in this area.

After a long voyage, the battery is now fully charged.

Using the waste heat from the diesel engine, hot water can now be supplied in the shower room.

Gu Lang activated the sentry alert function and took a nice hot shower.

The clumps of mud that were rubbed off almost clogged the drain.

After lying down on the bed, listening to the rumble of the washer-dryer, he fell asleep.

When Gu Lang woke up the next day, he felt dizzy.

The waves on the outer islands and reefs are much bigger than those in the harbor, and the yachts are smaller.

The rocking and swaying all night made him a little seasick.

I checked the surveillance footage from last night, and there was no record of any light spot passing by.

The nearby ships should have all gathered in the eastern waters of the Bohai Bay.

The anchor was pulled up, and the deep roar of the engine sounded again.

Instead of heading straight for the main port of Changhai County, Gulang cautiously moored the boat in open waters about ten kilometers away from the island.

From here, the island's outline appears and disappears in the morning mist.

The drone flew westward, and the footage it transmitted showed that there were almost no ships around the port.

The buildings on the island show obvious signs of collapse and fire.

The camera zooms in, revealing another bloody scene resembling a slaughterhouse.

The various temporary facilities scattered across the island indicate that it once housed a population far exceeding the local carrying capacity.

Gu Lang is now 100% certain that the island has fallen into the hands of the Berserkers.

Without any hesitation, he sailed well around the archipelago and continued westward.

Using the nautical chart on the screen, Gulang sailed south along the coastline of the Liaodong Peninsula.

Their location was determined by using floating navigation marks at sea and lighthouses on land.

When the ship sailed to the sea off Dalian, the scene before him exceeded his worst expectations.

It demonstrated the horror of nuclear weapons in an extremely macroscopic and silent way.

"Boat mound." The word came to his mind.

Looking out, countless ships floated in the vast harbor.

Passenger ships, cargo ships, fishing boats... all kinds of ships, big and small.

They looked as if they had been kneaded and torn apart by a pair of giant hands, and then carelessly abandoned in this sea graveyard.

The ships collided with each other and then slowly separated.

Drifting aimlessly with the ocean currents, like a silent ghost fleet.

The hull was no longer a smooth, streamlined shape; it was covered with terrible dents and cracks.

Most of the ships had turned reddish-brown, and the paint on their surfaces had disappeared.

It was rusty, as if it had been sped up by a time machine by several decades.

It was probably caused by rapid oxidation due to high temperature.

A strong stench of corpses filled the air.

Gu Lang originally wanted to go up and collect diesel fuel and other useful supplies.

Unfortunately, the sound of the Geiger counter mercilessly stopped him.

He immediately accelerated and quickly passed through the area.

Continuing southwest, the yacht arrived near Lushun Port.

The hills along the coast looked gray, all vegetation destroyed by the shockwave and heat radiation.

The most chilling thing is the absolute silence.

There were no cries of seagulls, no whistles of ships, and no hustle and bustle of the city.

Only the sound of the wind and the deathly silence of waves crashing against the ruins remained.

Large slicks of oil float on the surface of the sea here, giving it a murky black appearance.

Above the oil slick were warships, twisted and half-exposed on the water.

Various fragments floated on the water, some of which may have been belongings of the victims.

However, a month of seawater immersion and washing has caused most of the human remains to be washed away or decomposed.

As far as the eye could see, the sea was filled with all sorts of masts.

It looks like a strange bamboo forest at sea.

"If we keep going, we might crash into the sunken ship below."

Gu Lang quickly created some distance and passed through the port area.

On the coastline ahead, the boundary marker between the Bohai Sea and the Huanghai Sea appeared.

Gu Lang turned the rudder and began to officially cross the Bohai Strait in a southwest direction.

Upon entering the Laotieshan Waterway, the once calm sea surface took on a different appearance.

Suddenly the water became turbulent, and the wind and waves were high.

The seawater from the Huanghai Sea flows into the Bohai Sea through this point, and the narrow terrain results in extremely complex undercurrents.

Gu Lang kept adjusting the rudder to barely maintain the course.

It was past noon, and a blue-white object had appeared on the southern horizon.

The ship remained motionless in the channel, as still as a mountain, its hull unmoved even on the turbulent sea.

Upon seeing the giant ship, Gu Lang did not approach it rashly.

He stopped the boat 10 kilometers away and quickly launched a drone for close-range reconnaissance.

Judging from the footage, the ship looks like a large cruise ship, with a displacement of at least 3 tons.

The bow of the ship bears the four large characters "Bohai Pearl," indicating it is likely a ferry.

The deck was clean, and the portholes were intact, showing none of the dilapidated state of the drifting boats we had encountered before.

The passenger corridors on the top and sides of the ship were exceptionally clean, without even a speck of debris.

"It's too clean, abnormally clean." Gu Lang immediately became suspicious.

What made him even more wary was that two small speedboats could be vaguely seen next to the Pearl of the Sea.

They are hidden in the shadow of the massive ship's hull and are almost impossible to detect unless captured by a drone from a specific angle.

He retrieved the drone and took a deep breath.

The truth must be verified personally: the other party is a large ship equipped with civilian radar.

When passing through this waterway, they may have already discovered their own existence.

He had already confirmed from the drone footage that the radar was rotating and working.

He sat down at the bridge and tuned the ship's radio to the maritime emergency channel where he had heard calls the previous night.

"Calling Bohai Pearl. This is Liaodanyang 22233, passing through your vicinity. Please respond."

After a brief silence, a response came from the radio.

"Liaoning Danyang 22233 received. This is the Bohai Pearl. I have confirmed your arrival."

The other party's response was swift and the process was complete, but Gu Lang keenly sensed a serious sense of incongruity.

His tone was too calm, as if he were reciting a plan.

Lacking genuine emotional fluctuations from real interaction, it's like a "human-machine interface".

So he immediately started talking in an exaggerated tone.

"Oh my God, it's so great to meet you all! I'm about to come over."

"Okay, please approach with confidence. My ship is now under military control and we are capable of ensuring your safety. Please follow our instructions to approach the starboard side of my ship."

"By the way, I see two small boats over there. What are they doing?"

Also, why aren't there any other boats nearby? I saw a fishing boat heading this way yesterday.

Faced with a barrage of questions, the other party remained silent for a while before firmly denying the allegations.

"The small boats are part of our patrol unit. As for the fishing boat you mentioned, we didn't receive any requests to approach yesterday, so we don't know if it passed through here."