Doomsday America.

Chapter 328 Arrival, First Battle Imminent

Amidst Wang Ling's curses, Gavin began the barbecue process as usual.

The guys, dressed in wet shorts and tank tops, sat haphazardly around the room, holding plates and waiting for Gavin to serve them the grilled meat.

The guys were quite relaxed, as they rarely encountered an environment where they didn't need to be wary of zombies.

The riverside environment offers a wide view, much like looking at the African savanna. Although there are some obstructions in the view from the small forest, the forest is not large, only about two or three thousand square meters, so any unusual activity can be easily detected.

And so, Gavin and his crew enjoyed another delicious meal, which lasted until after nine o'clock in the evening.

As for barbecue...

Well, this thing is the easiest to deal with, isn't it?

Not only do you not need those small kitchen utensils in the RV to cook slowly, but you also don't need to go through the trouble of preparing ingredients. You just need to chop up the meat and vegetables, grill them, and sprinkle some seasonings.

And the guys ate a whole bag with gusto!

Gavin finally had some free time after his men had all crawled into their tents.

The night was very dark, and the guys didn't prepare any lights, but instead enjoyed the pure night view.

On the Gobi Desert, the temperature difference between day and night is quite large. The difference was already noticeable at around 9 p.m., so Gavin, wearing only shorts, had to put on a jacket over his shoulders and sit by the RV to find a radio.

While gently stroking the heads of the two crows to amuse the two aerial dogs, Gavin contacted the camp's radio. After a brief static, Gavin spoke softly into the communicator.

"Hey buddy, I'm Gavin."

"Wow, Gavin, are you guys already resting?"

ZT's slightly tired voice finally came through.

At this hour, ZT is almost asleep. The reason he answered so quickly is that he had just finished a workout at the gym, took a shower, and was planning to do a final check on his wireless devices before bed.

Just then, ZT heard Gavin's call and quickly sat back down, holding the intercom and excitedly talking to Gavin.

"It's so good to know you're all safe, haha, the guys have been worried about you these past few days."

"Have you run into any of the fraternity guys? What do they look like? Are they good enough to join us, boss?"

"Not yet."

Gavin responded with a smile to ZT's voice, which had gone from tired to alert.

"The road to New Mexico is more difficult than I thought. This is only because we have a large number of people and can easily get through the dozens or hundreds of zombies blocking the road, thus avoiding the predicament of having to take detours many times."

"After really wandering around outside for a while, zt, I really admire those lone wolves, or those survivors who dare to traverse the post-apocalyptic wilderness in just two or three people. Their courage is no joke."

"As for the Brotherhood, I think I'll see them by tomorrow at the latest. We're resting in the green area near Guadalupe now. The stars are definitely much clearer in the west than in the center."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Gavin's brow furrowed, and he continued to ask ZT a question.

"Don't worry about us, ZT. Tell us about the situation at the camp. Now I'm the one worried about the camp."

"Oh no..."

When asked by Gavin, zt pursed his lips and answered Gavin helplessly.

"Boss, I sit in the communications room all day and have no idea what's going on outside. How about I call Thomas and the other managers over to talk to you?"

"They're probably still working out right now, especially helping those poor souls who haven't eaten for over forty days to recover."

"My God, boss, you have no idea how much those guys who went hungry for over forty days in the basement can eat! They're like skinny wild boars, even their soup tastes like pig swill—they're incredibly voracious!"

At this point, zt exaggeratedly finished with a tongue-twisting gesture.

Upon hearing ZT's words, Gavin couldn't help but chuckle, and then gave ZT some instructions.

"Okay, haha, call Thomas, Von, and Nikita over via walkie-talkie so I can talk to them."

"Roger that, boss. I'll call them right away!"

After zt replied, he immediately called the three of them.

Soon, the three of them gathered in the communications room, and ZT handed the communicator to Thomas.

Gavin chatted with his friends about the changes at the camp, learned about the current situation of the addicts, the number of wolf pups born, and the fact that three more survivors had joined the camp the day before.

After discussing the changes, Gavin talked to Lao Feng about the camp's security. Although the camp had lost three large teams of explorers, it still had plenty of armed forces. Lao Feng and William, along with other veteran members, were fully capable of keeping the camp's men under control.

After confirming that there were no problems at the camp, Gavin and Nikita shared their feelings for a while before ending the call and resting.

Lying in his tent, Gavin glanced at the map one last time, then cleaned and maintained his series of firearms before finally drifting into a deep sleep. The sun rose over the Gobi Desert, gradually washing away the chill.

Around 7:20 a.m., Gavin was awakened by the noise from outside and got out of the tent to get dressed.

This time, he simply wore a pair of blue jeans and a light gray linen T-shirt on top.

As for bulletproof vests and various knee and shin guards, those are indispensable.

Once the equipment was complete, Gavin slung his rifle over his shoulder, opened the largest tent, and went outside.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Eugene and Jonathan, those two short guys, wrestling wildly by the lake, wearing only their underwear.

Gavin frowned, but relaxed his brow after confirming that the two were just joking around and not actually fighting.

When the other onlookers saw Gavin arrive, they quickly went over and stopped the wrestling match.

By the time Gavin arrived at their side, Eugene and Jonathan were already brushing the dust off themselves.

Gavin pointed to the marks left from their fight and asked a question.

"What happened?"

"It's nothing, boss, we were just playing around," Eugene explained.

"Yeah, yeah, boss, this shorty calls me shorty, so let's wrestle and see who's really short!"

Jonathan disagreed.

Gavin was stunned by Jonathan's words, and then he looked at Jonathan and Eugene with an indescribable look.

Speechless, I looked down at the two short men in front of me…

Gavin took a deep breath, then shook his head and smiled.

"Even if you two win, does that prove you're not short? You two are short."

"Fuck..."

"Shit..."

The two men, deeply hurt, felt their fists harden, but they had no room for rebuttal. After all, Gavin was too fierce; they simply couldn't beat him.

Gavin took the breakfast sandwich, moved closer to the radio, and ate while contacting the Brotherhood.

The good news is that the Brotherhood is relatively stable. Ever since their water-fetching team mysteriously disappeared, presumably captured by a group of bikers, they haven't sent anyone away. Instead, everyone is positioned around their vehicles and camp, ready to defend against any harassment or attack from the bikers. However, there's bad news in addition to good news: the atmosphere at their camp is becoming increasingly tense.

Connor and Gavin talked for a full twenty minutes, with more than ten minutes of that time spent on the tense atmosphere at their camp, especially about two guys who were driven crazy and started digging graves for everyone in the camp!

This may sound ridiculous, but its impact is enormous.

It is well known that Americans are very superstitious, and they have a strong belief in various faiths and mysterious shamans.

So, after the two guys started crying and digging graves for everyone, just like characters in The Walking Dead, and claiming that everyone would end up buried in those graves...

The atmosphere within the fraternity suddenly became extremely tense...

Connor sat there complaining for a long time, complaining about why the bastards around him were all in different groups, and complaining that those people were just causing him trouble, and that some people were starting to call for a change of plans and an escape.

Connor, without any restraint, grabbed the radio and berated the two grave-digging guys, even wanting to kill them outright.

In any case, Gavin managed to calm Connor down.

Although Connor was on the verge of a breakdown, yelling and questioning Gavin about why he was taking so long.

But Gavin managed to hold back, reassured Connor, and assured him that he would arrive at Connor's camp by the afternoon at the latest. And so, around 7:50 PM...

Gavin ended the radio call and took the opportunity to finish his breakfast.

The guys were already prepared, so Gavin didn't say much and just led them to pack their luggage.

Around 8:40, the tents and all kinds of luggage were packed up, and the group set off, continuing along the route planned the day before. First, they crossed the broken roads of the Gobi Desert and arrived near the Queen's Peak of the Guadalupe Mountains. Then they headed north, bypassing Carlsbad and Atticia, and then drove towards Alamogordo.

This time, the guys quietly sped up their car considerably.

Gavin was clearly affected by the uneasy atmosphere within the fraternity.

Gavin did not rush into the march these past few days because he intended to wear down the Brotherhood.

After all, if he didn't let the Brotherhood experience more of the pressure from the biker gang, he might not be able to swallow the entire Brotherhood up.

But judging from this morning's phone call, the fraternity members are going crazy.

Not everyone in every camp has excellent mental fortitude. Even in Gavin's own camp, if it weren't for his strength, domineering yet steady personality, he might not have been able to control his men's emotions.

The Brotherhood is likely to be full of scoundrels, especially the combat-capable members. Many of them have been lost in the war with the biker gang, so the Brotherhood could easily fall apart.

In short, Gavin only wanted to wear them down, not really break them.

So Gavin personally drove the lead car at high speed, reaching speeds of at least 100 kilometers per hour on ordinary roads, leading the convoy through the wilderness and speeding past the city of Las Cruces.

After passing this city, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the convoy will be only about 75 kilometers away from Hurley, where the Brotherhood is located.

All that remained blocking Hurley's path was Deming, a small city with a population of over ten thousand.

However, the guys eventually ran into a little trouble in Deming City, whose roads connect to the city center!

So, the group wandered off the road for over half an hour, barely managing to bypass Deming City and continue towards Silver City. At this point, their pace slowed considerably.

The convoy moved forward very slowly until it finally stopped at a certain point on the road.

After Gavin went up a hill on the road, he seemed to see something in the distance, so he stopped the car, got out of the vehicle, and picked up a high-powered telescope to observe it.

With Gavin's adjustments, the magnification of the telescope was continuously increased until it was pulled to its limit. Even with Gavin's keen eyesight, he could only see a faint pattern in my telescope.

He seemed to see a reflection of water, like a lake!

Gavin looked around for a long time before finally putting down the binoculars.

Behind him, Eugene and Edward, who had just gotten off the bus, were looking at their binoculars and maps intently.

Edward held up a map and pointed to the roads on it, speaking softly.

"Boss, did you see something?"

"Through the map, we knew we were on the road between Deming and Hurley, and there was no other town in between, only a large farm."

"But we didn't see any road signs, did we? We all know our road signs should be the lake on the farm and the private airport." "Once we see that farm, lake, and private airport, we should only be about six kilometers from Hurley." "As for now, I guess we're at least ten kilometers from Hurley, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Edward looked at Gavin inquiringly.

Gavin handed his binoculars to Edward and explained softly.

"If you're talking about the lake on the farm, then I think I see it. We'll be there soon."

"However, Edward, if the map is not wrong, that lake is the only and most suitable water source near Hurley."

"According to Connor's intelligence, the Brotherhood is camped north of the lake, while the area around the lake and farm may have been taken over by the biker gangs." "The lake is now to our north, so if the Brotherhood is indeed stationed near the lake and the airport, then... it seems we and the Brotherhood could potentially trap the biker gangs!"

With that, Gavin told Edward to go and check the direction of the lake while he strode toward the radio.

While Edward searched through binoculars, looking completely bewildered, Eugene followed behind Gavin, sat down next to the radio, and asked Gavin, "Boss, you're not thinking of letting those freaks from the Brotherhood raid the water source first, triggering a war between them and the biker gang, and then we'll attack from the rear, are you?"

"This is definitely good for us. If everything goes smoothly, we can wipe out the exposed biker gang in one charge." "But is the Brotherhood that capable? I'm afraid they'll be crushed the moment they engage the bikers before we even have a chance to launch a surprise attack." "If those idiots run too fast and start chasing with the bikers, we'll have a hard time catching up, because our cars definitely aren't as agile as motorcycles!"

At this point, Eugene shook his helmet.

He hadn't worn a helmet in combat for so long that he was a little out of practice.

After a brief moment of thought, Gavin turned to Eugene and spoke.

"If the bikers are only focused on running away, it will indeed be difficult for us to catch up."

"But the problem now is that the Gobi Desert is too open. If we get too close, we're bound to be spotted by the biker gang." "So, do you have a way to lead your team to the biker gang in this open environment? If not, then we can only have the Brotherhood draw the biker gang's attention and try to wash them before they can react."

"Boss!"

Just as Gavin finished speaking, Edward, who was holding binoculars in the distance, called out.

"I can't see anything! All I can see is the Gobi Desert and those two damn foxes!"

"Yes, that's why my eyesight is the best among us!"

Gavin called out to Edward from afar.

"Besides, once you can all see the lake, if the biker gang has set up sentries, their sentries will definitely be able to spot us suddenly appearing on the road!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin turned on his radio and connected to the Brotherhood's frequency.

Edward put down his binoculars and came to Gavin and Eugene's side, holding the binoculars as he spoke.

"What's wrong with your eyes, boss? Are you sure you saw the lake?!"

"If the map is correct, that lake is at least one kilometer in diameter, and we are at least seven kilometers away from it for it to be impossible for us to see a lake that big!"

"This distance, wow, boss, your field of vision is practically strategic. If every sniper had your terrifying field of vision, the actual combat kill record would probably have exceeded four kilometers long ago."

"Eugene, teach the boss how to snipe properly. It's a waste to make him an assault soldier or a marksman. He should be a strategic-level sniper. He absolutely deserves the highest sniper badge, the Little Deer Badge!"

"Of course!"

Eugene gave Edward a thumbs up, as was his natural instinct.

Edward grinned and bumped fists with Eugene.

Gavin then connected to the radio, allowing Connor's voice to be heard again.

"Phew... God, is that Gavin? Where are you guys? My men are arguing, I'm going crazy, you know what, I'm going crazy!"

The moment the radio connection was established, Connor's extremely distressed voice came through.

Gavin waited until Connor calmed down a bit before speaking softly.

"Connor, don't worry, I'm almost there, but I still don't know the exact location of the biker gang!"

"Your guys are going crazy, aren't they? Perfect. Take the guys who still have a gun and take a spin around the water source area. I'll find you, especially those biker gangs!"

In the desolate Gobi Desert, the convoy shone like a flashbang in the night sky.

Therefore, Gavin didn't bother to hide his position.

He couldn't hide it at all. Even if the entire SEAL Team Six came, SEAL Team Six still wouldn't be able to hide it!

Even if SEAL Team Six could use ghillie suits or something similar to slowly crawl or crouch towards the water source.

But if they went that way, SEAL Team Six would also worry about whether there were landmines or other traps near the water source.

Ultimately, many people believe that modern warfare is all about firepower.

In reality, modern warfare is all about intelligence. Without intelligence, even the best soldiers will find it difficult to achieve miraculous results. Gavin's demands on Connor and the Brotherhood caused Connor's previously anxious expression to vanish abruptly.

He started to get excited!