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Chapter 314 A Gathering of Wise Men
Chapter 314 A Gathering of Wise Men (5k)
As the wolf pack drew ever closer, Martin followed Gavin's footsteps while glancing back at the four newcomers who were still watching Gavin's retreating figure.
After glancing at him, he turned to Gavin and said with a smile.
"Tsk tsk, boss, these new recruits are getting more and more sleazy. They're all starting to call you 'Your Majesty'!"
"Wait the hell out of here!"
As soon as Martin finished speaking, Gavin couldn't help but ask him with a strange expression.
"Where did you learn the word 'pissiness'? Did Feng teach you?"
"what?"
Martin paused for a moment when faced with Gavin's question, then shook his head and replied.
"No, Hela taught me. Hela's Chinese is getting better and better. According to her, she has now mastered about 50% of the Chinese vocabulary!"
"Ah—it's Hela—that's fucking awesome—"
Upon hearing Martin's reply, Gavin shook his head speechlessly.
Even though it's already late April and spring is almost over, Hela can already have simple conversations in Chinese, and she's even taught words like "urine" to the other people in the camp.
But Xiao Cao—if I remember correctly, she can only have the simplest, most basic childlike conversations in English.
His English level is even worse than that of a child.
So, haha, is it true that the highest IQ in a person's life is during high school?
If you can't learn something in high school, then it will definitely be much more difficult to learn it later, right?
Thinking of this, Gavin chuckled softly.
As he chuckled, he stepped over the stable and arrived in front of the wolf enclosure.
In front of the wolf park, old Bert and Richard were leaning against the fence, watching the wolves inside.
Seeing Gavin arrive, the two turned around and nodded to him, Richard said with a smile.
"Boss, you're here."
"Well, of course I have to come and see how many wolf pups our pack will have. And you, how's your injury healing?"
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As Gavin responded, his gaze fell on Richard's shoulder blades.
Noticing Gavin's gaze, Richard shrugged slightly and responded with a smile.
"Injuries that don't break bones always heal faster. Besides, I had received professional training before boarding the space station, so I recovered very well, boss."
As soon as he finished speaking, Richard simply unbuttoned his brown linen shirt and showed Gavin the wound on his shoulder.
The penetrating wound that once sent chills down his spine has now been reduced to a deep red scar, just as he said, he recovered really quickly.
Seeing this, Gavin nodded and smiled.
"Good, you've recovered really well. You're a real tough guy, Richard."
"Of course, haha~"
Richard immediately burst into laughter, his smile radiating the smell of alcohol.
Even though it has been more than a month and a half since the astronauts returned, they still haven't put down their bottles of alcohol.
Or to put it more cruelly, at least until the first astronaut completely turns into a zombie, the astronauts probably won't be able to put down their bottles of alcohol!
Smelling the smell of alcohol emanating from Richard, Gavin came to Richard's side, lay down on the simple and loose fence of the wolf enclosure, and looked toward the wolf pack.
There, dozens of plump wolves were circling around six or seven female wolves. Even the wolf king, Kili, was guarding one of the female wolves, occasionally nervously lowering his head to lick her head.
Despite the pain, the mother wolf brought her kiss to Kili's neck, and then, with a slight tremor and twitching, a new wolf cub rolled out from behind her.
Upon seeing the birth of the wolf cubs, the wolf king Kili was visibly excited, but he still did not stop licking the mother wolf.
As Gavin observed all this, some distance behind him, Eugene, who had just arrived, approached the group with a cigar in his mouth and asked a question from afar.
"Hey, what are you bunch of bastards doing standing here? Why don't you go help those wolf ladies?"
"Shit, Eugene, they're wolves, not dogs. Unless the mother wolf is truly in labor and on the verge of death, we shouldn't gamble on avoiding an attack and try to help her through this ordeal. Otherwise, the fact that the pack is letting us stand here to watch them give birth is already a testament to Odin's influence!"
As soon as Eugene finished speaking, old Bert, the veterinarian, launched into a long, grumbling explanation to Eugene.
Eugene, ignoring the old man's drooling, walked to the railing, puffed on his cigar, and watched the mother wolf give birth. Then he scoffed and whispered to Gavin.
"Boss, compared to those wolf cubs, I'm more worried about the Doomsday Youth Team and the German North Steel Corps!"
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At this point, Eugene took the cigar from his mouth, pinched the bottom of the cigar, and gently tapped it against the railing to knock off the stubborn ash.
Gavin listened to Eugene's account, nodded calmly, and smiled.
"Yes, wow, the Doomsday Youth Team, the North German Steel Legion, what a gathering of talents."
At this point, Gavin couldn't help but turn around and glance at the four guys who were still practicing milking cows.
Before Martin and his team found them, the guys they were fighting were the damn Doomsday Youth.
Besides the Doomsday Youth members that the four guys encountered, Father Hogan and Anthony of the National Guard had also been attacked by the Doomsday Youth before they arrived at Camp Gavin, long before they arrived.
However, the Doomsday Youth Team that attacked Anthony back then slaughtered Anthony and the armed priest together.
However, it was clear that Anthony and his team had only encountered an exploration squad. Meanwhile, the Doomsday Youth Team had grown stronger in some unknown corner over time.
Hearing Eugene and Gavin's words, Martin sighed in annoyance, then tapped his finger on the railing in frustration and said...
"It's a pity that the newbie we encountered a few days ago managed to kill those two pursuers from the Doomsday Youth Team. Damn it!"
"Damn, I've been chasing them for almost two months now. Is it the damn Doomsday Youth, the North German Steel Legion that Steve encountered a while ago, or some other random organization?!"
At this point, Martin's expression became even more displeased.
Two months ago, after Martin spotted the helicopter in the sky, he had been working to track it down.
But after that, the helicopter mysteriously disappeared, and he hasn't seen it since.
As for the German Steel Regiment that Steve encountered, it was a mysterious group that didn't sound like a cult, but whose members' behavior was more extreme than that of the Doomsday Youth, which sounded more like a cult.
The members of the Doomsday Youth Team were killed by the four milkmen, so Martin couldn't get any information out of them.
Kede North Steel Corps?
They were captured by Steve's convoy ten days ago.
But the result?
Faced with Steve's interrogation and invitation to join Garvin's camp, the three men who claimed to be from the German North Steel Legion simply and decisively committed suicide, without exception!
Fuck!
Steve really didn't expect that someone would be carrying all sorts of poisons that only secret agents in movies would carry in the apocalypse!
Shouldn't the apocalypse be a world where everyone strives to survive and fights for their lives?
What the hell is this about you carrying poison with you?
Do you really want to die?
However, Steve is not Edward after all. If Edward were leading the team, even if it was just a habit, he would thoroughly check the new recruits, just like he would check secret agents.
But Steve really had no relevant experience, and he really didn't expect things to turn out this way!
What kind of team is your so-called North German Steel Corps?
In short, it was these two chance encounters led by Martin and Steve that officially opened the curtain for information about the Doomsday Youth Team and the German North Steel Legion in Gavin's eyes.
Even now, Gavin, Martin, and others are not even sure about the relationship between the two teams and that helicopter!
Unfortunately, conducting searches in the apocalypse is inherently difficult. Not to mention the absence of surveillance, the sheer size and sparse population of Texas mean that most search efforts will rely on luck.
You can try your luck.
At least until now, this luck hasn't come to fruition yet.
As for now.
Listening to Eugene and Martin's complaints, Gavin watched the mother wolves giving birth and shook his head in response.
"Don't let other people's actions throw you off balance, and don't let them lead you by the nose, buddy."
"You should know what state we've become; in the current situation, we are the ones in control!"
"Even if we haven't found them yet, if they harbor ill intentions towards us, they will eventually be exposed to us!"
"Admittedly, we are in the light, while they are in the dark, which seems to give them a certain advantage."
"But shadows can never extinguish the sun's brilliance, and demons cannot escape God's control. We are the sun, and they are not God!"
Gavin spoke with great confidence as he said this.
As for the reason?
Do we need a reason for this?
After the astronauts returned, the three major vehicle fleets for field operations at the camp gradually got on track, and the scope of field operations gradually expanded.
In just a month and a half, the number of people in the camp experienced a small surge, jumping from about 140 in March to about 270 at the end of April, a full doubling!
Admittedly, the rapid increase in the number of people in the camp has brought some trouble to management, especially posing a considerable challenge to the manor's carrying capacity.
However, in terms of management, since Gavin's team had already clearly defined the core management principles, there were no major disruptions.
The numerous factions that had already emerged within Gavin's team absorbed the increasing number of members, and no new factions with considerable power appeared in the camp.
As for the remaining houses in the manor—
Well, to put it simply, the bedroom has reached its limit at this point.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Gavin and Thomas have always believed that once the camp population exceeds 320, newcomers will have no chance of sleeping in the bedrooms.
The manor was never designed to accommodate more than three hundred guests, and this design also included guest accommodation arrangements.
Of course, if you were to modify the entertainment rooms in the manor, for example, turn the basketball court into a large dormitory-style room.
That manor is incredibly spacious, considering it covers an area larger than seven football fields and has three floors!
But would Gavin actually do that?
What a joke! Unless absolutely necessary, he would never set up a large dormitory in the manor!
If someone were to suddenly die, the layout of the communal sleeping area would be a complete disaster, since few people could react effectively to a zombie attacking them while they were asleep.
If it weren't for personal considerations, Gavin would have even insisted that everyone sleep in a room alone, only in that way could the possibility of someone turning into a zombie in the middle of the night and then attacking their roommate, causing even greater damage to the camp be completely avoided.
But in reality, can Gavin really make that demand?
Even if he requested it, could this command be executed perfectly?
Stop it.
Like Lao Feng, do you think he could give up protecting his wife and son?
And Edward and Jennifer, do you think this couple, deeply in love, would let each other sleepless at night?
Therefore, the camp's current system of allocating bedrooms based on family units is already the limit of Gavin's tolerance.
Even if Thomas could bring people to renovate part of the recreation room, turning it into bedrooms to accommodate more team members.
Each room that is converted will only be a small room, and each room will not accommodate more than one family.
As for what happened after that—
Gavin has recently begun developing the old manor.
Although Gavin's parents' old estate wasn't large, as the Kim family were local rednecks and gunmen in central Texas, their estate could easily accommodate forty to fifty people.
Especially when there are no larger rooms like basketball courts, old manor houses are easier to renovate, allowing for the creation of more small bedrooms.
In general, Gavin felt that by renovating his own estate and the old estate, the two houses combined could easily accommodate five hundred people, and six hundred people was not impossible, but that would be a bit crowded.
Therefore, five hundred is a more appropriate number. Once the number of camp members exceeds five hundred, the new survivors who arrive later will have to be housed in detached houses built outside the manor.
So Thomas has been incredibly busy lately. He's now working with Jon Fletcher, the architect who left the kitchen team, to begin the most basic planning and development of the city layout outside the manor.
This includes better planning of aquaculture areas and future residential areas.
If they wait until new members join before starting to build houses, it will be too late. In other words, Gavin must begin building smaller houses now to prepare for accommodating more members.
In short, the current camp can be summed up in one word.
busy!
I'm so busy!
In terms of fieldwork, there is an endless exploration project waiting to be undertaken.
Even with the number of field workers expanding to nearly sixty-five, these sixty-five people still couldn't easily move even a city of ten thousand people.
As for the office staff, patrols are still ongoing, and the number of sentries is gradually increasing. The total number of office staff and field staff has now reached a full 107.
This number already exceeds one-third of the camp's population, but the proportion is still considered healthy.
As for logistics—
The logistics work is just too busy, really too busy!
Not to mention the ever-expanding kitchen, Old Bert's blacksmith team and the livestock team led by the fat angel Sariel, not to mention Thomas's planting group, the number of people in these four teams has been constantly expanding along with the number of people in the camp.
The remaining group, comprising the largest number of logistics personnel, was the construction team.
On one hand, they had to continue building defensive measures around the camp; on the other hand, they had to renovate various functional rooms in the two manors; and on the other hand, they had to start building a new housing plan, mainly wooden houses, based on the future planning scheme for the camp discussed by Thomas and others.
Gavin felt a headache coming on at the thought of all the tedious work, but as the camp continued to grow, his confidence also grew stronger.
Look, they have a full two hundred and seventy men, that's two hundred and seventy!
The camp's weapons and ammunition have also increased with the increase in field operations. The camp is now simply well-equipped with a large number of soldiers and ammunition!
With the addition of the heavy machine guns that the men brought back one after another, there are now more than fifty heavy machine guns mounted on the roof of the manor and on the second-floor terrace!
With that firepower, plus the manor's bulletproof structure, Gavin really isn't afraid of other doomsday teams attacking them!
His only concern was that the increasing field operations and the growing strength of various doomsday groups would lead to more casualties among the field teams!
That's right, in the past month and a half, not a single person in the camp has died.
The more extensive the field operations, the more severe the injuries to the members. In just one and a half months, there are now more than five tombstones in the camp's cemetery.
People like Margaret, who was executed by Gavin, didn't deserve to have their tombstones specially carved by the clerks. So, every tombstone in the cemetery represents the death of a formal field worker.
However, thanks to Gavin's strict adherence to cautious regulations, the injuries sustained by field staff at the camp remained within acceptable limits.
In general, if you don't engage in large-scale battles with other post-apocalyptic organizations and only face zombies, although the risks posed by zombies are still enormous, those risks can be avoided as much as possible through a prudent action plan.
What's really bothering Gavin now are the Doomsday Youth Team and the North German Steel Legion that Eugene mentioned.
Battles with living people are always full of uncertainties, and everyone who is still active in the apocalypse now is much better than they were three months ago. There are almost no useless people left in the apocalypse!
While Gavin was pondering the Doomsday Youth Team and the German North Steel Legion, whose bases were unknown.
Suddenly, a voice came from the walkie-talkie on his waist.
"Hello, boss, good morning! I'm ZT, our best streamer ZT!"
"I just received a radio message from New Mexico. It's our old friends, the Brotherhood. They seem to want to make a deal with us and need you, boss, to come and negotiate with them."
Okay, Brotherhood.
Gavin picked up the walkie-talkie knowingly.
He knew what the fraternity was; it was a survivor organization in New Mexico, but it was far removed from his own life, and he had no desire to join it.
So, what exactly are they lacking?
Can I use what they lack to try to absorb them into my own hands?
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