After tightening the cap, Gordon let out a long breath: "As long as the engine doesn't burn out, with nearly two liters of medium-concentration alcohol, I hope I can drive another ten kilometers."
"It's better than walking ten kilometers by yourself."
Sneijder, who was already on the small ladder, waved his hand and waved everyone to the car: "Hurry up, I hope the performance of this brand of RV can be as good as advertised."
Cheng Qianxun got in the car, and the first thing he did was to take a shower.
I don’t know when I can take a shower next.
It takes about five or six minutes to drive ten kilometers.
To save fuel, I drive slowly.
If the speed is thirty kilometers per hour, it will take less than twenty minutes.
She entered the shower room, soaped up her clothes and came out in less than five minutes.
When Zhang Ruoshan saw it, she immediately went in and rushed in.
Next, all the men in the RV washed up.
Locke seemed to have learned a lesson.
At the end, he saw that there was still time, so he quickly went in and took a shower.
The car finally stopped while bouncing, with thick smoke still coming from the engine at the front.
Even if we get gasoline at this time, the car will probably not be able to drive.
The road ahead was still straight and empty, with nothing visible, no vehicles, and luckily no zombies.
Everyone began to pass the items needed on the car down.
As Sneijder handed the items to the people below, he raised his head, faced the hot sunshine, squinted at the sky, and cursed: "It's not even the sun here."
It’s done so well.”
At this time, the sun above the head has changed its position and is in the center, just like in the human world, without any difference.
Gordon also found a few backpacks and a few thick plastic bags from the car and began to pack things.
Rudolf twitched his nose and smelled something: "I didn't expect you guys to love cleaning so much.
I'll wash it too."
Gordon squatted on the ground and put water and food into each bag: "Why do you wash it so cleanly?"
Sneijder answered optimistically with a smile: "Zombies can eat hygienically and safely when they eat."
Everyone was amused.
In fact, Sneijder is not a very annoying person.
Even if his career is there, at least there are no opportunities for him to use his talents.
"Food and water, one for each person.
There are also some medicines and camping pots, etc., which have been evenly packed into 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 find a solution if you lose them.
Next, we may have to walk for a while, hoping to find a house or other place to rest for the night. " Sneijder chuckled: "It doesn't matter if I'm the last one, ladies come first now."
"Thank you."
Cheng Qianxun was not polite.
She had just stared at Gordon when he was putting things away.
Gordon tried to put the same amount of things in each bag, but there were always differences.
So she chose a backpack, which mostly contained compressed biscuits and chocolates, and was relatively light.
Zhang Ruoshan hesitated, and Cheng Qianxun pointed to one of the backpacks: "You can carry this one.
Carrying a backpack can reduce some weight and make it easier."
Zhang Ruoshan picked up her bag.
These special bags for traveling and mountaineering felt like they were half her height.
Cheng Qianxun helped her hold the bag and let her carry it on her back.
There are about four 250ml bottles of mineral water per person, plus biscuits, bread, sausages, ham, etc., and a simple camping sleeping bag or a blanket or quilt.
Each bag weighs about ten kilograms.
Zhang Ruoshan frowned slightly, put some weight on her shoulders and said, "It's okay."
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Gordon watched the others take their bags and gave some encouragement: "If there are enough supplies along the way, then you only need to bring water and food.
Now that you have some strength, the road behind is not very clear, so you can only keep out the cold at night.
Bring your stuff too.”
"I have no problem."
After putting on his backpack, Regel picked up a heavy tool bag and said, "I'll take this."
Steve put the wine on the ground into his bag: "I'll help bring more, this wine belongs to everyone."
A bottle of wine is 500 ml, and two bottles of wine carry an extra kilogram of weight.
Of course, the lighter the current things, the better, so that you can escape faster when encountering zombies.
Gordon was very impressed by the approach of Regel and Steve: "If everyone takes more care, the survival rate will be greater.
Regel, take out the axes and chisels in your tool bag, and put them in the hands of every man."
Keep one in it for self-defense and to reduce the weight of the bag.”
This was a good suggestion, so Regel took out a few items from the tool bag, leaving only some small items such as knives and small wrenches.
Two rifles, one each for Gordon and Rudolph.
Gordon looked at the bullet in the barrel: "There is only one bullet.
It cannot be used unless absolutely necessary."
"If you can't use it, don't use it.
Zombies will be affected by sound."
Rudolf said in a conspiratorial tone: "The bullet may be ours, which can reduce the pain."
Everyone shuddered.
If they were really surrounded by zombies, instead of being bitten to death and dying in pain, it would be better to solve everything with one bullet.
Gordon looked at the two women in the team: "I hope you can keep up and don't become a burden."
Zhang Ruoshan immediately suppressed her blush, but still couldn't help but said angrily: "You don't have to worry about being a patriarchal leader, I will take care of myself."
"No" Cheng Qianxun objected and said seriously: "We may indeed become a burden.
We have to face the reality.
We don't have their physical strength and endurance, and we need their help at critical moments."
Zhang Ruoshan was stunned.
Did Cheng Qianxun admit that he was a weakling?
"But..."
Cheng Qianxun took out something from her collar.
She picked it up from under the seat of the jeep.
She raised it with a smile: "Burden sometimes brings something.
The more people there are, the better the survival rate will be."
The higher it is, isn’t it?
I hope this thing works.”
Gordon took the neatly folded thick paper from her hand suspiciously, and everyone gathered around curiously.
After spreading it out, Gordon couldn't help showing a look of satisfaction on his resolute face. . .
Cheng Qianxun secretly took it out and looked at it while taking a shower, it should be. . .
If the "map" was not too loud for fear of being noticed by nearby zombies, Sneijder almost shouted in surprise: "How did you get it?"
"It's a coincidence."
Cheng Qianxun deliberately smiled: "Fate should favor the weak."
Reger looked at the text marked on it carefully: "It's not German."
Sneijder also frowned: "It's not Danish."
"It's definitely not English."
Zhang Ruoshan said, "It's not even square Chinese characters."
On the map, which is half a meter long and half wide, a straight road runs through it, with many small characters marked on it.
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There are forests, lakes, and mountains on both sides.
"It's not Russian, it's not French, it's not Italian."
Rudolf said straightforwardly: "I understand the six languages, but I don't recognize any of the words written on it.
Don't care what the hell it says, it's a bit...
Definitely" He pointed to the bottom one: "This is the first supply point we just passed."
He pointed to a point above: "This should be our current location, with a forked tree painted next to it
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