MTL - Emergency Doctor Mercenary Road-Chapter 1009 Doomsday Wasteland

   Chapter 1009 The Doomsday Wasteland

   Facts have proved that as long as it is brutal enough, no matter how blocked the road is, it can become smooth.

  Wheeled armored vehicles collided all the way, widening the road, and the long convoy headed north like a winding snake.

Not long after passing through a town with relatively many buildings, Johnson stood up from the co-pilot of the armored vehicle, pointed to a road on the right and said loudly: "Turn in, you can go to Hurricane from now on, and then turn to Highway 9 to reach the foot of the mountain. "

  Lu Fei stood in the carriage and glanced at both sides of the road.

   It seems that this is a residential area, but it is desolate, with no people and no cars, and yellow withered grass everywhere.

   "Go, just drive in, maintain a speed of 50 kilometers per hour, try not to shoot when encountering zombies, just rush over."

   "Understood, let's go." Franco turned the steering wheel and steered steadily.

   A long dragon followed, and the convoy quickly left the road and drove towards the endless Rocky Mountains in the distance. Soon the convoy arrived at Apple Valley. Lu Fei thought it was too close to the road, so the convoy continued eastward to find a better hidden spot.

   An hour later, along Highway 9, the team drove into a campsite dedicated to self-driving tours in the mountains.

  Lu Fei instructed everyone to park all kinds of vehicles under the big trees around the camp, and cut down some branches with a lot of leaves to cover them, so that everyone gathered under a luxuriant oak tree with a large canopy area.

   After escaping from the battle, everyone got off the bus, but there was no excitement at all. Nearly 50 people looked at Lu Fei in the middle of the station, their eyes hooked and lost, full of longing.

   "Okay, I know everyone is hungry, but I won't feel full after watching me. Listen to my assignment, and let's cook a delicious meal together!" Lu Fei shouted loudly.

  There is no way, there are too many people, Lu Fei has never raised so many mouths, and he can't hold back without his voice.

  Others don't know, but the core team and the park team who followed Lu Fei to eat and drink by the lake in Los Angeles National Park know that Jack is not only a good cook, but also a wild survival expert who can turn corruption into magic.

   Don’t say that there are plenty of supplies now, even if you don’t eat or drink, you can live a good life in the wild.

   And the newly recruited soldier group and Johnson's group were staring, wondering how he would fill everyone's stomach.

   "This place is barren and wild, there is no threat at present, we can have a hot meal.

The    military team spread out to be on guard just in case.

The park group was led by Father Johnson to the nearby Gaoshan Lake to catch fish, and then bring back some more water from the lake; the girls in the core group spread some cakes on the induction cooker on the Optimus Prime, that is, put some water on the flour, and put the oil after the oil is heated. Pan-fry until golden; Alice leads the others to get 50 cans of beef from the cans in reserve and distributes one to each.

  Wait a minute, each of us will have a noodle cake, a tin of canned meat, and a bowl of fish soup. "

   Listening to what he said was full of color, fragrance, and watertight arrangements, everyone was even more... hungry.

   Vanessa raised her hand and said, "My dad and I used to go camping in the mountains. We know the wild vegetables nearby. We can get some and put them in the soup. I think everyone is... fat and fat, and they must be deficient in vitamins."

  Lu Fei praised her loudly and asked her to take the villagers to mess with some wild vegetables. Don't go pick mushrooms. Even if the things are gray, black and black, they are not poisonous.

  The details do not need to be detailed. After everyone worked together and worked hard, everyone had a bowl of vegetable and fish soup, a piece of noodles wrapped in meat and Laoganma, and what they ate was the reincarnation of a starving ghost.

   It is too difficult to eat a delicious and nutritious hot meal in the last days.

   A group of people from all walks of life in the United States sat down and feasted on the lawn under the trees, and chatted nonsense.

   Most people agree with Lu Fei's strategy of getting up during the day and setting out at night. The new villagers thought it was not so exaggerated. The people from CdC would not come so soon. Helicopters are expensive to burn oil, so how could they be dispatched at will.

   Just when everyone was arguing about boredom, a soldier from the military group slipped down from the top of the big tree and found Lu Fei who was leaning on the root of the tree with a cigarette after dinner.

   "Captain, several helicopters appeared in the northern sky, seeming to be heading in our direction."

   "Thank you! Continue the reconnaissance, and report at any time if there is any situation."

  Lu Fei asked the dutiful sentry to continue to observe, and loudly called the team members whose faces turned pale.

"As a unit, go to hide in the woods behind the campsite. Don't stand on the open ground! Turn off the safety of the gun, and don't smoke or make loud noises. The team leader should watch, and anyone who violates the order will be killed." Lu Fei gave an order loudly, and pointed to the mountain woods on the left.

   At this time, no one was beeping, and everyone rushed into the tall arbor forest with their bags and guns.

   Soon, several helicopters flew over the arbor forest and flew towards the south.

   It wasn't until the humming ceased to be heard that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

   Several team leaders gathered beside Lu Fei.

   "Jack, are we going to continue to the northeast after we go out? It's still close to the place where the zombies are burned." Alice asked softly, pulling his clothes.

   "No, I feel that the helicopter is searching for us, and can't move now!" Lu Fei said solemnly.

   "Isn't it too passive to stay here, in case they are found, they will dive and shoot, and we will be finished." Franco said.

   He was born in the Air Force and knows the power of a gunship loaded with a large number of rockets and even small missiles.

   "You were observing the CdC gunships just now. How high do you think they are?" Lu Fei turned his head and asked.

   "About four or five hundred meters high."

   "If you could see Optimus Prime in the shade from the helicopter?"

   "No, you can't see clearly even at a height of 200 meters."

   "They are looking for a moving target. We drive the convoy out to find death! And here is the position above the foot of the mountain. The helicopter dare not fly low for fear of hitting the mountain. So, are we going to be fools?"

   "Okay, I haven't eaten enough for many years, my brain function has degenerated, you are right." Franco resolutely confessed.

   After some conversation, the team leaders closed their mouths convincingly.

   Everyone was once a master of the Gou faction, as long as there was food, it didn’t matter even if they hid in the mountains for the first half of the year.

   Go out and PK with the gunship, that's a fool.

  ******

  South of Salt Lake City, in a villa area.

  In the basement of an inconspicuous gray villa, a young man fiddled with an old radio on the shelf, with the antenna going up along the ventilation duct.

   "Dad, I still can't get yesterday's signal, do you think what Robbie said is true or false?

Is the    Survivor Squad really heading here? I want to try talking to them again. "The fifteen or sixteen-year-old young man with golden hair on his mouth turned his head anxiously and asked.

"Andreas Dawson! I've said it a few times, you already sent a signal two hours ago, and it would be very dangerous to send it again! It's as big as the entire United States, as small as this city, and there will be several stations running. ? The electromagnetic waves in the air are gone, and we can easily be detected the second time."

   The gray-haired man in his fifties shouted softly.

"I'm not reconciled! It was difficult for someone to rise up. Robbie made it clear that he wanted to go to Salt Lake City to kill CdC. We happened to be involved. Even if we showed them a way, it would be useful. Besides, we also have guns! I want to avenge my mother and sister. !"

   "Sigh, son, it's just a repeated recording. Who knows if they are real or fake, even if there are survivors resisting, they may not be able to deal with the CdC special forces armed to the teeth."

   "I believe what Robbie said, the captain who saved her, that Jack and some powerful people, they will definitely come, didn't you hear her say that she has killed two or three CdC bases?"

   "What if you believe it? You can't contact them again! Be obedient, we'll call again tomorrow at another place." Father Benjamin Dawson said helplessly casually.

   Little Dawson shook his head: "Dad, you perfunctory me again, I'm sixteen, not a child..."

   "Shh! Someone came in! Don't talk." Father Benjamin suddenly rushed over to cover Dawson's mouth, and said in a low voice.

   Little Dawson's face turned pale and nodded slightly.

   There was a creaking sound from the living room floor above their heads, which made people's hearts hang in the air.

   The footsteps were messy and clear, and at least three or four people could be heard.

   The uninvited guest who entered upstairs did not make any other sound except the sound of footsteps.

  The people who came here didn't roar over anything, indicating that they were not survivors who came in to find supplies.

   As the footsteps became clearer, Old Dawson's face became more and more solemn. He winked, and the father and son lifted a double sofa bed, tiptoed to the basement door, and leaned against the door.

   After doing all this, the two withdrew to the side panting, and the sound of footsteps upstairs suddenly stopped.

Everything around    fell into a suffocating silence.

   "Boom! Boom!"

   Someone suddenly slammed against the small basement door, and countless dust scattered from the door, and the small wooden door vibrated weakly. It was not because the sofa was against the small wooden door and it collapsed.

   "Go! Put on your emergency backpack and go!" Old Dawson picked up the shotgun on the ground and whispered in his son's ear.

   "No, let's go together." Little Dawson hurriedly packed his bag and pulled his father.

   "Don't worry, you go to open the emergency door, I'll come right away!"

   "Okay, I'll go!" Little Dawson ran to the west corner of the basement, lifted a bottomed water tank, lifted the circular manhole cover on the ground, and was about to slip down.

   At this time, the sound of gunfire at the door has become a pot of porridge, and the sound of shotgun gunshots and submachine guns are intertwined back and forth.

  Old Dawson leaned against the wall and sprayed in the direction of the small door.

   Little Dawson was about to call his father to go down the hole, when he suddenly remembered something, rushed to the shelf and put away the radio antenna, put it in a cloth bag, and carried it on his chest.

   "Dad, let's go!" Little Dawson was young, his hands and feet were very fast, and he had returned to his original position and slipped down the hole as he spoke.

   "Okay, come right now!" Old Dawson looked back, threw the shotgun that fired the bullet, carried a large backpack on the shelf and ran towards the hole.

  The bag was thrown down first, and his own son, Dawson, would catch it. He quickly went down the escalator in the cave and pulled the manhole cover back up by the way.

   The father and son practiced emergency escape not once or twice, and completed the whole set of escape moves at the fastest speed in an orderly manner.

   Almost at the same time, the small wooden door of the basement was blown open by a bomb blast.

   Ignoring the loud noise overhead, the father and son walked quickly through the 1.5-diameter circular pipe with their flashes on their waists, walked out for a few dozen meters, and turned right into a 2-meter-diameter circular sewer.

  The father and son were wearing low-top military boots and walked in the sewage that did not reach their feet.

   The figures of the two, one tall and one short, quickly disappeared into the dense cobweb-like sewer pipe network.

   Half an hour later, the radio waves spread out into the air from under a certain ground manhole cover, spreading like wildfire.

   (end of this chapter)