Doomsday America.

Chapter 227 The Unstoppable Aggregate

Chapter 227 The Uncontrollable Aggregate (6k)

Because what he saw was not just the land, but also the future of the camp.

Although Gavin always regarded rebuilding human civilization as the ultimate goal in the apocalypse, in reality, Gavin was very clear about one thing.

Ensuring that everyone has a stable supply of food is the first challenge we must face after the apocalypse.

They have enough to eat, warm clothes, and a place to live.

Of the four basic necessities of life—clothing, food, housing, and transportation—transportation has become less of a necessity in this day and age, at least for ordinary people.

But in the other three aspects, clothing and housing might be passable.

But if most people don't have enough to eat—

That would put Gavin in a lot of trouble.

With that thought in mind, Gavin took a deep breath and walked towards the newly cultivated land, facing Thomas who was watching him.

Bend down and squat.

Gavin took off his glove, stuck his right hand into the soil, then chuckled at Thomas and said...

"The color of this land is almost like cola, Thomas. This is pretty great land, isn't it?"

"Of course, sir."

In response to Gavin's question, Thomas came to Gavin's side, squatted down, and began to explain.

"This newly reclaimed land is located in a moist area downstream of Lake Richard, and because it is close to our estate, it has never been planted on a large scale, so the soil fertility has never been damaged."

"So, even in the more distant future when we lose chemical fertilizers and other fertilizer production processes, we will still be able to do so."

"With just the raw fertilizer obtained from fermenting cow dung, we can grow a bountiful harvest on this land for at least several years."

"Just as every Texan firmly believes, we are the chosen ones, and the land beneath our feet is the chosen land!"

"Although I can always guess what difficulties we will face in the future, the difficulties are far away from us, but hope is within our reach, sir."

As soon as he finished speaking, Thomas opened the Coke bottle in his hand and clinked it against Gavin's Coke, making a crisp sound.

After taking a big gulp of cola, Gavin stood up, picked up the bottle, and looked at the ground in front of him.

In his eyes, this land, which carried the future of the camp, was gradually being cultivated by tractors, and then drip irrigation equipment was laid out piece by piece by Thomas.

Gavin saw the sun set in the west and also saw the sun rise, more than once.

He also saw the farmers working, resting, and sometimes picking up their guns to fight a small battle with one or two zombies that occasionally approached from afar.

He saw the morning mist making the already damp soil even more so, and the sunset draping the dark brown mud in red.

Until he saw countless potato molds stacked in boxes, and even more types of seeds gathered to the side, while all the camp's men crowded around the seeds, raised their hands toward the land before them, and cheered involuntarily!

"Hey!"

Beside Gavin, a slightly swollen white paw was gently tapping Gavin's shoulder.

"Honey!"

Gavin heard the voice in his ear.

Everyone's waiting to hear what you're going to say!

"Um?"

Hearing Nikita's reminder, Gavin smiled knowingly in a daze, then raised his right hand high, made a fist, and gently punched the air, saying.

"Guys!"

In an instant, the cheers that started around Gavin fell silent very quickly and spread outwards.

When the men fell silent, with only their breathing rising and falling, conveying their joy and excitement.

Gavin finally spoke and continued.

"The apocalypse has now lasted a full twenty-six days!"

"This February, the longest of my life, which began with the apocalypse and plunged us into confusion and anxiety, as we searched for each other, learned to rely on one another, and built hope, has finally come to a complete end!"

"It's the beginning of March, my friends!"

"Now is the beginning and the start of a new world!"

"Pick up the seeds around us, whether it's potatoes, spinach, or anything else!"

"Go find every fellow farmer around you and teach them what to do and how to do it so that the seeds in our hands can take root and sprout until they grow into food that can feed us!"

At this point, Gavin raised his hands and clapped them heavily.

As he patted the ground, he kept raising his hand towards the sky and continued excitedly.

"I admit that things grown in the ground may not taste as good as canned food from the supermarket, but not many canned foods will last us for twenty years, just as potato chips without plastic packaging will feed us for three to five years!"

"But the land is different. Our ancestors lived because of the vitality given to them by the earth, and thrived thanks to the warmth of the sun and the rain and dew sprinkled from the clouds. This is the path to survival that our ancestors left us!"

"Go on, what are you waiting for? Go farm!"

"This isn't some bullshit job; it's a picnic, a short break after an adventure, a respite from disaster, and a game!"

"It will be a day of celebration that we will experience every year from now on!"

At this point, Gavin clapped his hands loudly, then pointed to the ground in front of him.

Suddenly, more than seventy people rushed out from beside Gavin, ran to the various seeds, and then began—

Under the guidance of Thomas and others, they put it into different tractors —

Ok.

Although Gavin's statement was simple, in reality, at least at this stage, farming in the camp mainly relies on various agricultural machines carried by tractors.

At least as long as the machinery isn't completely broken down and beyond repair, it will always be the mainstay of planting work.

As for the land reserved for everyone to plant by hand, it's actually just a small plot, about three acres in size, which Thomas specifically set aside for everyone to play with.

And that was Gavin's goal: to transform America's past holidays into the brilliance of this new era after the apocalypse.

Compared to Planting Day, many things from the past month are still fresh in my memory.

But no matter the date, it never seems to reach the level of a celebration.

After all, those key moments in our memories are either accompanied by the passing of loved ones or by catastrophic events such as water and power outages.

Or perhaps it's slaughter and bloodshed—

And now, compared to killing and fighting, planting is such a clean act!

The hopes it carries are equally worthy of the demands and definition of celebration!

Seeing that everyone was getting engrossed in the farming game.

Gavin saw Bella grab Nikita and smear dirt on her arm.

He saw Winnie being suddenly pushed into the mud by Ms. Hela.

He saw Xiao Cao holding Xiao Feng, and only after the noisy crowd had all rushed away did he let go of his son, allowing Xiao Feng to follow behind the crowd, kicking his little legs and running joyfully onto the damp ground.

He also saw that about 240 meters away from the crowd, on the simple wooden watchtower that Anthony and his men had built, the guard on duty waved to him.

Outside the crowd, Eugene and Edward, carrying guns, strolled along the edge of the field.

Looking at the cheering crowd, Edward pursed his lips and smiled at Eugene.

"They are really motivated."

"Yeah, it's almost comparable to the energy we had when we went to the red-light district to play with women back in the army."

Eugene grinned menacingly and then tossed a cigarette at Edward.

Edward took the tobacco, lit it, and responded while exhaling smoke.

"I can't hear any nice words coming out of your mouth, but this description is quite apt. That feeling is both expectant and urgent, isn't it?"

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"Yeah yeah."

Eugene smirked, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and chuckled.

Edward, holding his gun, stared at the crowd in silence for a long time.

Edward flicked his cigarette ash and continued speaking to Gavin only after Gavin left the guys who had already started playing on the three acres of private land and came to their side.

"Boss, you did a great job!"

"Ha, I never deny that."

Gavin nodded proudly, then reached into Eugene's leftmost bullet pouch.

"Hey!"

Eugene was immediately displeased.

"You're the boss, how dare you take my cigarettes? You have almost four tons of cigarettes in your warehouse, isn't that enough for you, boss!"

"Damn it, there's only one piece. I forgot to bring one with me."

Gavin scrambled to get his cigarette out while kicking Eugene's backside, and Eugene burst into laughter, cursing.

Gavin lit a cigarette and casually tossed the pack to Eugene.

"Here you go, Grandet. It's just a cigarette, tsk tsk~"

"What are you clicking your tongue for, boss? Where's my lighter?!"

Eugene quickly stared intently at Gavin's right hand, which was stuffing his lighter into his pocket.

Gavin pretended not to hear and turned around to walk briskly towards the crowd.

After staring at Gavin's back for a moment, Eugene suddenly slung his gun over his shoulder and jumped onto Gavin's back.

Eugene, who was tightly gripping Gavin's neck, was now nearly red-hot himself, and he kept shouting.

"You lighter, you bastard! Give me back my lighter! It's a Dupont collector's item; I just found it in Athens yesterday!"

"Stop messing around, I'll return you a collector's edition Zippo later!"

Gavin chuckled as he tried to break free of Eugene's chokehold, but he didn't use any force; after all, he was just playing around.

Eugene, after a moment of stunned silence, immediately yelled into Gavin's ear.

"You're talking nonsense! That's a Dupont Ligen 2, the same lighter from the 007 movies!"

"That's nothing. What I'm offering you is a WWII war-damaged commemorative Zippo, the kind MacArthur used. Are you sure you don't want it?"

"Uh, okay then, you win!"

Hearing this, Eugene finally jumped off Gavin and stopped caring about the 007-style lighter.

For a veteran like him, the appeal of a WWII-damaged Zippo lighter was far greater than that of a movie-themed Dupont lighter. Edward, watching the two bickering, coughed twice with amusement, then came to their side. The three of them, armed with guns, patrolled the field at a leisurely pace.

Farmland is currently the camp's top priority, and additional patrols must be deployed during the day to ensure the farmers' safety.

Even at night, two people must remain on guard at the sentry posts near the farmland, not only to guard against the sudden approach of zombies, but also to guard against wild animals and birds damaging the farmland.

As Edward patrolled, he stepped along the paddy field ridge and spoke softly to Gavin.

"Boss, after today's planting carnival, we'll probably have to go to Shepard Military Base again tomorrow."

"Is that so?"

Gavin nodded and asked.

"Has Sean finished inspecting the helicopter?"

"Of course, we need to bring back more Black Hawk helicopters and store more ammunition and rockets."

"By the way, we also need to increase our aviation fuel inventory. Fortunately, there are two or three airports nearby."

"In addition, we have to split into at least two groups to explore Athens, and this work will probably take more than two months to complete."

"For two small groups of about eight people, the city of Athens, which can house tens of thousands of people at the same time, is simply too big, except for our main target, which is the walkie-talkie repeater."

"Every shop in Athens has countless amazing things worth bringing home!"

"Including spirits, beer, soft drinks, snacks, desserts, condiments, especially toilet paper and sanitary napkins, as well as all kinds of clothing and shoes. Good heavens, as an explorer, I've been hearing the logistics guys complaining about how difficult it is to categorize things lately, because we bring back just too many different kinds of items."

"Thanks to our huge basement, and the fact that our manpower is gradually increasing, we've added five more people in just the last few days."

"Otherwise, watching batches of precious resources in the city gradually decay is a terrible feeling, and being exhausted by these resources is equally unpleasant."

At this point, Edward shrugged while holding his gun, while Gavin wore a blissful expression.

Isn't this different from what most people think?

In the early stages of the apocalypse, resources were so abundant that a city that could support 10,000 people for at least two weeks would also have enough resources to support 100 people for at least 200 weeks!

Gavin believes that the camp will not face material shortages for at least the next two to three years.

Because even with the availability of canned food alone, the stock in major cities is enough to feed the camp crews, in addition to various ready-to-eat foods.

Of course, the vegetables still need to be grown by the camp itself, which is why the land is considered of paramount importance.

However, as the camp gradually got back on track, Gavin was able to relax a lot!

His only remaining concern is the safety of his men.

After a brief smile, Gavin's expression turned serious, and he spoke softly to Edward and Eugene.

"I got it, buddy. Having an overabundance of supplies is definitely a good thing, but no matter what good stuff we find while exploring, don't let your guard down!"

"On every expedition, we'd rather bring nothing back than have enough manpower to secure our escape route and ensure the explorers can safely evacuate at any time!"

"Besides, don't be impatient for quick results; explore only the hard-won methods, build strongholds, and fight a protracted battle!"

"Start from the city's outskirts, explore house by house, and never approach the city's core area lightly!"

"When exploring any room, at least one person must be allowed to use only a gun. Every zombie we encounter could be a howler, so we'd rather shoot than give them a chance to howl!"

"Accidents may be unavoidable, but I require all field personnel to minimize those dangers to the greatest extent possible. I've been prepared for injuries and fatalities for a long time, but being prepared doesn't mean we have to suffer injuries or fatalities. Living, and living as much as possible, is the highest principle of field exploration!"

"In addition, when exploring the city of Athens, keep an eye out for helicopters in the sky."

"We still haven't found the helicopter camp near us."

"Besides that, let me think. I won't go to Shepard Military Base tomorrow. Edward, you take a group of people with Sean's trio to Shepard tomorrow. Steve will go with you. Let's gather three pilots and exchange one civilian helicopter for three Black Hawks."

"As for me, I'm going to gather a group of people and Lao Feng and take a helicopter to Dallas to take another look."

"There's still no suitable solution to that Godzilla-like amalgamation in Dallas."

"Unless absolutely necessary, I really don't want to adopt the plan Sean suggested."

At this point, Gavin gave Edward a wry look, while Edward rolled his eyes in exasperation.

He rolled his eyes and said to Gavin.

"Boss, Sean's method is probably a last resort, except for having him fly a B-52 to Dallas and drop two AMG-86B missiles."

Besides, what other methods could we possibly find to destroy such a massive aggregate as Godzilla?

"Of course, all the existing B-52s are extremely dangerous to take off, land, and cruise due to the lack of weather data. Sean might not be able to get off if he goes up, or he might be ejected to some unknown place during the crash."

"But in any case, aside from tactical nuclear weapons, we'll have a hard time dealing with the aggregates because we simply can't get close to downtown Dallas!"

"Hey!"

Just as Edward finished speaking, Gavin clapped his hands in an annoyed manner.

"Edward!"

He continued speaking with a smirk.

"Don't make it sound like we already have tactical nuclear weapons in our hands."

"Actually, Sean only put forward an idea in last night's meeting."

"Have you forgotten the difficulties Sean mentioned? After all, there isn't a single B-52 in the entire country when there aren't any flight missions like drills."

It is already loaded with tactical nuclear weapons.

"Sean is indeed an ace pilot, and I'm lucky to have a guy like him, but even so, he can't handle the logistical preparations for tactical nuclear weapons on his own!"

"Without the help of professionals, we couldn't even install that thing on the plane, let alone unlock the codes for various missiles!"

At this point, Gavin rolled his eyes, spread his hands, and continued to tease with a smile.

"Guys, whether it's nuclear weapons or anything else that can easily destroy an entire city, there are definitely a lot of them in the pre-apocalyptic world."

"But in any case, the more powerful the weapon, the more complex the prerequisites for its use, and each of these complex steps depends on different operators."

"Without the right personnel, do you think I, a football player, could possibly go to the White House and figure out the unlocking keys and entire process for all of America's nuclear weapons?"

"Without a crucial step, those high-powered weapons can never be put into practical use, and that's the problem we have to face."

"The missile launchers are just sitting on the military base. So what? Who among us knows how to use them? You or me—"

"Wait, you probably do, but what about the unlock key for the missile vehicle? Do you have it? No, we haven't met a single guy who knows how to use missiles yet, and we haven't even encountered a professional electrician we've been searching for!"

At this point, Gavin took off his hat and gently rubbed his hair.

He wasn't easily discouraged, but the massive complex in downtown Dallas did give him the creeps.

Besides, this is just Dallas. Aren't there clusters in other cities besides Dallas?

Houston, Austin, San Antonio, and so on.

In any city where a zombie stampede occurs, an aggregate is bound to appear; this is simply an uncontrollable force!

Even if Gavin could obtain the right to use all the nuclear weapons in the United States, could he really use them to bombard all the major cities in the United States?

Are you kidding me!

Although the survivors of the apocalypse now face endless zombies, at least spring still comes and people can walk freely on the ground, engaging in work such as farming in the midst of perilous safety, to ensure the continuation of humanity's future.

If nuclear winter were to fully materialize, human society would be doomed. The danger of that thing would be far greater than the zombie crisis!

Moreover, nuclear winter has no chance of happening at all. Who knows how many people in the world control the launch of nuclear weapons? Surely there are more than the number of beautiful virgins over eighteen years old in the United States?

Thinking of this, Gavin put his cowboy hat back on, then sighed and said softly.

"In short, we need to prepare for the complete formation of the aggregate."

"Of course, the aggregate may have already taken shape, and it may not have undergone as many of the more dangerous changes I had anticipated."

"Or perhaps, the aggregate has not yet fully taken shape, and our future will face more crises that must be addressed."

"But in any case, if we can't solve the nationwide cluster on our own, then the existence of the Dallas cluster isn't anything special. It is indeed dangerous, but it's something we can't do anything about."

"Faced with reality, we have to occasionally admit our insignificance and incompetence, guys."

"Fortunately, we are quite far from Dallas, and we have many other options as backup bases in the large tracts of land and scattered farmland further southeast of us."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin tried to forget about the giant complex in downtown Dallas.

The zombie density in Dallas means that the camp's current population is unlikely to advance from land into the city center to attempt to strike the aggregates.

But relying solely on air power...

Gavin can send out a maximum of three fighter jets or bombers that could endanger the pilots.

However, lacking ground support, they were almost unable to take off with missiles and could only try to find aircraft that were already equipped with various high-powered missiles.

But it's not that simple. How many fully loaded aircraft would be there at 3 a.m. due to the need for armed patrols?

Even if they did, nearly a month has passed. Without a thorough inspection by ground crew, which pilot would dare to fly them into the air so casually?

Gavin can't possibly use pilots like a suicide squad, can he?

That's such a waste!

Hearing Gavin's words, Edward and Eugene rolled their eyes as well.

The three of them then silently continued their patrol.

Today, everyone at Camp Gavin has only one task: to cultivate the land properly and, incidentally, create a new carnival festival unique to the new era.

The guys did have a lot of fun, but by lunchtime, not many of them had clean faces.

At this moment, the smiles on the faces of Horst and the other cleaning staff disappeared.

Because sand and stains have invaded the restaurant area.

Especially those little devils and cats and dogs —

Horst's eyes turned green with envy.

After lunch, the camp gradually returned to normal in the afternoon, with only about forty people left farming.

The others continued with their assigned tasks, just as Sean had to go to Livingston Lake to record data.

The night passed just like that, and Gavin spent the evening in the lobby making a simple action plan for the coming week.

As the sun rose again, Gavin, fully equipped, boarded the civilian helicopter piloted by Lao Feng and led the team back to Dallas.

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