CHAPTER 276: CHAPTER 125: ’GERMINATION’ AND ’WEATHER-TYPE ENHANCEMENT

Crack, crack~

That night, the convoy tried to avoid the corpses as much as possible while leaving the small station.

"I always felt Train Chief Zhang was a bit strange, but I never thought he was this strange? This is simply inhuman, comparable to the Sun Beast..."

"What Sun Beast? That cripple is obviously even more formidable than the Sun Beast!"

"Yeah! I was just closest to Brother Zhang, that small cart, damn! Over a ton heavy, he just flung it out!"

"Nearly a hundred people... not enough for Brother Zhang to kill alone..."

At this moment, on the several cars belonging to the apocalyptic bandits, many were discussing Zhang Feng.

Similarly, everyone from the small station accompanied them, not a single person stayed behind.

They all wanted to follow this obviously unusual ’superhuman!’

"They have so many supplies..." A few women in some small pickups were counting the bandits’ supplies.

These supplies not only included meat and water, but also grains, and many walkie-talkies.

But most of these walkie-talkies were picked up from the hands of the corpses.

Hiss—

A girl was carefully wiping the blood stains off them, then handing them to the combat personnel.

"They actually have so many spare batteries? How many people did they rob?" Materials specialist Master Sun was in a cargo-carrying vehicle, looking at the twenty-six Z1 batteries with surprise and delight.

Each battery was about the size of a computer case.

They filled up half of the truck compartment.

Master Sun lovingly touched each one.

Because the Z1 batteries were always the scarcest goods on the wasteland, and also the most valuable ’super materials.’

With them, the living standard of the small station could rise by several more levels!

The simplest benefit was that they wouldn’t need over a dozen people squeezing into one air-conditioned room.

But now that the convoy had set off, they wouldn’t be able to squeeze in even if they wanted to.

Also, before departure, several cars were disassembled to remove the most important sun-shading cloth and batteries.

Because there weren’t many people at the small station, and with two people per vehicle, it was convenient for shift changes.

They could drive a maximum of eighteen vehicles.

Removing the batteries and cloth as backup was the best way to handle it.

If a car broke down on the road, the wasteland was full of car wrecks to scavenge from.

As long as they had sun-shading cloth and batteries, everything else was manageable.

"Cigarettes!"

At this moment, another person found some homemade cigarettes in the car, feeling as if he had found a treasure.

But he had quit smoking for many years, and even seeing these, he was only excited with curiosity.

He didn’t dare to smoke them, in case the bandits had put something inside.

But regardless, he felt the harvest this time was great and plentiful.

This significant gain, coupled with the gratitude for being saved,

made him and others in the vehicles occasionally glance at the last jeep.

Zhang Feng was sitting in that vehicle.

But at this moment.

Zhang Feng wasn’t looking at anyone, but was instead examining dozens of maps.

This stack of maps belonged to the leading bandit.

It included not only provincial maps, but also city maps, and some highway maps.

These maps were marked with ’small bases’ ’small organizations’ ’water sources’ ’Sun Beast nests,’ and so on.

Everywhere they had been was marked.

It was essentially a ’simplified version of the wasteland power distribution map.’

On the map belonging to the small station, it was marked as a ’water source’ and ’small base,’ ’about thirty-five people, can be plundered,’ ’urban safety, can settle and rest.’

Zhang Feng looked at the markings for a while and found that their records were basically like this.

All about robbing along the way, then resting and training for a while, before setting off again, repeating the cycle.

And on a provincial map, they had marked the ’Hope Metro Station.’

The notes on it said ’super large-scale’ and ’do not contact.’

’Avoid powerful people, conveniently squeeze soft persimmons, can’t go wrong.’ Zhang Feng glanced at it, then simply took the map of Hope Metro Station and pieced it together slightly in the north, south, east, and west directions.

The route was roughly laid out.

Based on the map scale mark.

The straight-line distance was about 600 kilometers, 200 short of the 1,000 miles mentioned by the bandit leader.

But if they followed the leader’s marked route and took this detour, it wasn’t 1,000 miles but more than 1,500 kilometers.

Zhang Feng looked at it and decided to follow their markings for a detour.

At least the roads they had traveled were proven passable.

Other places, if bombed by missiles, could become large pits of broken walls, or if a bridge was blown up, they’d probably have to turn back upon encounter.

"Brother Zhang..."

At this point, the convoy stopped for a moment.

The girl wiping the walkie-talkie ran to the door of Zhang Feng’s vehicle, handing him the walkie-talkie.

"Mm, thank you." Zhang Feng nodded to the somewhat shy girl and waited a little longer. When the walkie-talkie received the team’s connection confirmations one after another,

Zhang Feng said, "First, let’s go get some water."

...

Late at night.

The convoy first arrived at a lakeside to stock up on water before setting off.

Although there were already more than a dozen barrels on the vehicles, water scarcity was not a concern.

After that.

They ran over fifty kilometers and reached the outskirts of a major city.

The first problem arose.

Many of the roads here were already damaged or broken, and coupled with uncleared vehicle and building debris, the convoy slowed down for safety reasons.

Driving at night, safety comes first.

Moreover, this was the team’s first step out of the city, there was no harm in being cautious.

...

Unconsciously, three days later.

The convoy had only covered about 900 li.

The journey through urban wastelands was not as fast as racing along the highways.

On the contrary, the highways were now jam-packed, filled with frenzied traces of war and car accidents.