An excellent driver must not only have good driving skills, but also have an excellent sense of direction and excellent memory.
Wang Zhongyu was writing and drawing on the white paper with the ballpoint pen sent by Wenquan Xin.
For Wang Zhongyu and Wenquan Xin, this was their first time in this town, and there was no doubt that the road conditions inside were unfamiliar to them.
However, Wang Zhongyu remembered the way he came, but because of the zombie blockade, he could no longer take this way back out of town.
So he had to spend time and energy to find a road for the two of them that would encounter fewer zombies and have a higher safety factor.
Standing on the top floor of a three-story house, through a telescope, he could have a close view of the distribution of roads around the explosion site and the activities of zombies, which greatly facilitated Wang Zhongyu's efficiency in finding a way out.
However, although the road is easy to find, it is not easy to remember it in your mind. So Wang Zhongyu came up with the idea of using a pen to draw the route to help his memory.
Wenquan Xin stayed silently beside Wang Zhongyu, and saw the latter sometimes picking up a telescope to look around, sometimes using a pen to write, sometimes stopping to lower his head to think, and he was very busy concentrating on his work.
It didn't take much effort, and the white paper in the opponent's hand was covered with various squares drawn with a red ballpoint pen.
No need to ask, Wenquan Xin could tell that this was the town map hand-drawn by Wang Zhongyu.
Although the writing is a bit rough, as long as it can help the two of them leave the town, it has achieved its purpose of existence.
After doing one final proofreading and confirming that it was correct, Wang Zhongyu breathed a sigh of relief. He shook his sore neck from side to side, turned around and said seriously to Wenquan Xin: "Xiao Wen, the current situation is a bit troublesome. This explosion There was too much movement, and all the zombies in the town were rushing in that direction, and the damn explosion location was right at the entrance to the town, so we have to fight for our lives later, but I looked at the zombies on the road. Less. That’s where I’ll break out.”
Wenquan Xin saw that Wang Zhongyu seemed to be worried, so he said domineeringly: "It's okay, Xiao Wang, just let it go. We are considered people who have died once, which shows that our lives are hard enough, and the King of Hell is not brave enough." Now accept our son, so I believe there will be a near miss this time."
Frankly speaking, Wang Zhongyu is really worried, as he drives a container truck. I am very aware of the danger of this kind of continuous collision, and now the road is covered with thick snow and the road is slippery. If you are not careful, you may drift, skid or even roll over.
However, the open-mindedness shown by Wenquan Xin deeply affected him, which completely relieved him, who was still a little hesitant at first. Since you Wenquan Xin is not afraid of death, then I, Wang Zhongyu, am not a softie either: "That's it. , I’m just saying this to make you mentally prepared. Let’s go.”
The container truck had been changed beyond recognition after the last breakout. Wang Zhongyu, who had been busy escaping, only now had the opportunity to take a closer look at the iron-clad Gada that had just pulled him and Wenquan Xin back from death.
The entire body paint of the container truck was covered with scratches and blood splatters. The front bumper of the car was also flattened by the impact, not to mention the headlights on the left and right sides, which were already broken into rubbish and could no longer be used.
Wang Zhongyu frowned as he looked at this miserable situation of the container truck. The current state of the container truck was obviously not enough to cope with the tasks it would face next.
Wang Zhongyu didn't want to hand over his life to such a broken and unprotected vehicle. Asking him to drive such a broken vehicle to face the attacks of hordes of zombies would be tantamount to making him joke with his own life and Wenquan Xin's. .
Therefore, he must make corresponding repairs to the container truck so that it can be restored to sufficient reliability and safety to complete the arduous tasks that will be given to it.
Seeing Wang Zhongyu shaking his head around the car, Wen Quanxin asked in confusion: "What are you doing? Get in the car and leave."
The latter waved his hand and ordered: "Get off the car and get to work!"
"Working?"
"Repair the car! You want to die in this broken car!" Leaving the surprised Wenquan Xin behind, Wang Zhongyu ran back to his house without looking back. He wants to collect the supplies and tools he needs to repair and improve the condition of the container truck.
When Wang Zhongyu appeared again a few minutes later, his chest was already full of bedding and towels. Rope, screwdriver, sealing tape, etc. Wenquan Xin was stunned when he saw it. He would understand if you said you wanted to get some screwdrivers to fix the car, but what are you doing with your quilt and mattress?
"Hey. Xiao Wang, are you repairing your car or moving?" Wenquan Xin's slightly teasing description was quite vivid. People who didn't know the truth would really misunderstand Wang Zhongyu if they saw his posture at this moment. He was preparing to flee with his family.
It's just that Wang Zhongyu doesn't have much time to joke with the other party now. He is worried that something will happen over time. If the relatively safe road out of the town that he finally found is blocked by zombies, the consequences of his current efforts will be terrible. It's all in vain.
So he grimaced, threw a towel to Wenquan Xin without explanation and immediately ordered: "Get rid of all the blood and dirt on the car window and wipe it clean!"
Wang Zhongyu's example made Wenquan Xin, who was feeling unhappy, embarrassed to say anything and could only obediently follow the instructions with the towel he got.
The first thing Wang Zhongyu has to solve is the protection problem of the container truck. Due to the previous continuous collisions, the bumper on the front of the truck has obviously been scrapped and cannot be used anymore, and the front of the truck is directly related to the life safety of the two people sitting in the driver's and passenger's seats. , so it must be repaired and reinforced as a top priority.
The solution Wang Zhongyu came up with was also quite simple. He planned to replace the bumper at the rear of the car to the front.
After all, the collision breakout is mainly at the front. As for the protection at the back, in Wang Zhongyu's opinion, the thick container is completely sufficient.
Not only that, in order to reduce the discomfort caused by the impact, he also prepared to use hemp rope and sealing plastic bags to wrap quilts on the windshield as a simple shock-absorbing device.
I believe that this can effectively reduce the physical discomfort caused by the huge vibration caused by the impact. .
As soon as he thought of it, Wang Zhongyu, who had a clear goal, immediately got busy, disassembling, bundling, and reinstalling. All steps were carried out in an orderly, rapid and fast manner. It only took him less than 20 minutes to complete the reinforcement work.
A slightly ugly-looking protective bumper with shock-absorbing function was successfully placed in front of the front nose. As for the effect, we can only wait until actual combat to test it.
Wang Zhongyu raised his foot and pressed the safety lever. After trying it out, it felt firm. Only when he was satisfied did he secretly pray that he could perform as well as he did now in the confrontation with zombies.
"It's done, we can hit the road this time." Wenquan Xin had already completed the task he was supposed to do. He had been staying quietly beside the former, on the one hand being on guard, and on the other hand, he was also curious about what the other party was doing. , he didn’t understand the other party’s purpose until the finished product came out. (To be continued.)
