Chapter 47: The Self-Confessed Weak

After tightening the lid, Gordon let out a long breath: "As long as the engine doesn't burn out, nearly two liters of medium-strength alcohol, I hope to drive another ten kilometers." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

"It's better than walking 10 kilometers by yourself, right?" Sneijder, who was already on the small ladder, waved his hand and beckoned everyone to get to the car: "Hurry up, I hope this brand of RV can perform as well as advertised." ā€

Cheng Qianxun got into the car, and the first thing he did was to take a shower.

I don't know when I can take a shower, but I can drive for about five or six minutes on a 10-kilometer road, and I can drive slowly for 30 kilometers per hour to save fuel.

She went into the shower room, put on soap, and then put on her clothes and came out, which took less than five minutes.

When Zhang Ruoshan saw it, she immediately went in and rushed. Next, the men in the RV were all washed. Locke seemed to have learned a lesson, and at last he saw that there was still time, so he hurried in and took a shower.

The car finally stopped as it bounced, and the engine at the front of the car was still billowing smoke. At this time, even if you get gasoline, the car will probably not be able to drive.

The road ahead was still straight and empty, there was nothing to see, no vehicles, and fortunately there were no zombies.

Everyone began to pass the items needed on the car, and Sneijder handed the things to the people below, looked up, squinted at the sky against the hot sun, and scolded: "Even if the sun is still in place here." ā€

At this time, the sun overhead has changed its position and is in the center, as if in the world, there is no difference.

Gordon also took out a few backpacks and a few thicker plastic bags from the car, and began to pack things.

Rudolph twitched his nose and smelled something: "I didn't expect you to be so clean, I'll wash it too." ā€

Gordon squatted on the ground and divided the water and food into each bag: "What are you doing so clean?" ā€

Snead smiled and replied optimistically: "Zombies can eat hygienically and safely when they have a meal!" ā€

Everyone was amused, Sneijder wasn't really a nuisance, and even if his career was out there, at least for now, there was no chance for him to play to his strengths.

"Food and water, one serving per person. There are also some medicines and camping pots and so on, all of which have been evenly packed in bags, and everyone has to take them. Don't open the bag, pick one for yourself, the last one is mine. Gordon stood up and looked around at everyone: "Take care of your own things, and if you lose them, you can figure it out yourself." Next, we may have to walk for a while, hoping to find a house or something like a place to rest overnight. ā€

Snead chuckled: "It's okay for me to be the last one, now the lady will come first." ā€

"Thank you!" Cheng Qianxun was not polite, when Gordon put things in just now, she stared.

Gordon tries to put the same amount of things in each bag, but there is always a difference. So she opted for a backpack, which was mostly packed with compressed biscuits and chocolates, and the portions were lighter.

Zhang Ruoshan hesitated, and Cheng Qianxun pointed to one of the backpacks: "You carry this, you can reduce the weight of the backpack and make it easier." ā€

Zhang Ruoshan picked up the bag, these special bags for tourist mountaineering, I feel half her height.

Cheng Qianxun helped her hold the bag and let her carry it. About four bottles of 250 ml of mineral water per person, plus biscuits, bread, sausages, ham, etc., plus a simple camping sleeping bag or a blanket quilt or the like, a bag is about ten catties.

Zhang Ruoshan frowned slightly, put on her back and padded the weight of her shoulders and said, "It's okay!" ā€

Gordon watched the others take their bags and gave a little encouragement: "If there are enough supplies along the way, then you only need to bring water and food, and take advantage of the strength now, and the road behind is not very clear, so you can only bring things to keep out the cold at night." ā€

"I don't have a problem!" After Legel put the bag on his back, he picked up a heavy tool bag: "I'll bring this." ā€

Steve stuffed the wine on the floor into his bag, "I'll help bring more, this wine is everyone's." ā€

A bottle of wine is 500 milliliters, and two bottles of wine are an extra kilogram of weight, and the current thing is, of course, the lighter the better, and you can escape faster when you encounter zombies.

Gordon appreciated Reggle and Steve's approach: "If people take care of each other, the survival rate will be greater." Legel, take out the axes and chisels in your tool pockets, and each man has one in his hand, so that he can defend himself at any time and reduce the weight of the bag. ā€

This was a good suggestion, so Regel took out a few of the contents of the tool bag, and only kept some small things, such as knives and wrenches.

Two rifles, one for Gordon and one for Rudolph.

Gordon looked at the bullet in the barrel: "There is only one bullet, and it cannot be used unless it is absolutely necessary." ā€

"If you can, you don't need it, zombies will be affected by sound." Rudolph said substantially: "It is possible that the bullet is ours, and it can reduce the pain." ā€

Everyone shuddered, if they were really surrounded by zombies, it would be better to solve everything with a bullet than to be bitten to death and die in pain.

Gordon looked at the two women on the team: "I hope you can keep up and don't become a burden!" ā€

Zhang Ruoshan immediately blushed, and still couldn't help but say angrily: "Don't worry about you, a man with a power idea, I will take care of myself." ā€

"No!" Cheng Qianxun objected, and said very seriously: "We do have the possibility of becoming a burden, to face the reality, we don't have their physical strength and stamina, and we need their help at critical moments." ā€

Zhang Ruoshan was stunned for a moment, did Cheng Qianxun admit that he was a weakling?

"But..." Cheng Qianxun took out something from her neckline, which she picked up from under the seat of the jeep, and she smiled and raised: "Burdensomeness sometimes brings something, the more people, the higher the survival rate, isn't it?" Hope this stuff works. ā€

Gordon suspiciously took the neatly folded thick paper from her hand, and everyone gathered around with some curiosity.

After spreading it out, Gordon's resolute face couldn't help but show a look of satisfaction... Cheng Qianxun secretly took it out and looked at it when he took a shower, it should be...

"Map!" If it weren't for the fear of letting the nearby zombies notice, he couldn't be too loud, Snead almost cried out in surprise: "How did you get it?" ā€

"Serendipity." Cheng Qianxun deliberately smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Fate should favor the weak more." ā€

Regel looked carefully at the text on it: "Not German. ā€

Sneijder also frowned: "It's not Danish." ā€

"It's certainly not English either." Zhang Ruoshan said: "It's not a square Chinese character. ā€

On the map, half a meter long and half a meter wide, a straight road runs through it, and there are many small marks on it. There are forests, lakes, and mountains on both sides.

"It's not Russian, it's not French, it's not Italian." Rudolph said bluntly: "I know the six languages, but I don't know any of the words written on it." It doesn't matter what the hell it's written on, it's kind of for sure! ā€

He pointed to the bottom one, "This is the first supply point we just passed. ā€

He pointed to the position a little above: "This should be our current position, with a forked tree drawn next to it. ā€