Rebirth: I Will Win Easily in the Apocalypse-Chapter 76 - 63 On the Way

Despite changes in the landscape, the directions to the cities hadn’t changed, and by using the map’s coordinates, one could still find their way.

In addition to map reading, Chu Guodong was prepared with paper and pen, creating new maps of the routes taken.

Before departing, Chu Guodong had a rough grasp of the earthquake situations along the entire route, planning so as to avoid disaster areas as much as possible.

However, the current data was relayed through special channels by manpower, inevitably with omissions.

If they were unlucky enough to encounter disaster areas that were impassable, they would have to change their route and take a detour.

Gu Yanzhi sat alone in the spacious back row, her legs not yet fully agile, and prolonged sitting was not good for her limbs; she simply laid the seat flat to make a bed and lay on it.

Lacking sleep from the night before, Gu Yanzhi lay down and soon closed her eyes, her breathing steady and smooth.

Gu Yanlin and Song Zhao saw Gu Yanzhi asleep and carefully made no other sounds; Gu Yanlin kept himself entertained with a mobile game but soon found it too boring and rested his eyes while leaning back in the passenger seat.

Constantly ensuring their bearings were correct while avoiding earthquake rubble made their journey complex and winding; by midday, they had covered merely over a hundred kilometers.

At this pace, they would likely reach Liancheng Base by today.

The 200-plus kilometers from City C to Lian City took just over two hours before the apocalypse, but now it would take an entire day.

Traveling north to the Capital, a journey of over 2000 kilometers, Chu Guodong estimated they would need at least ten days.

The further north they went, the lesser the damage from disasters compared to City C and its surroundings; recovery was better, and road conditions would improve, allowing for a faster pace.

Driving non-stop for ten days would be manageable for them but not for the vehicle’s fuel tank.

Chu Guodong’s plan was to travel by day and try to reach the nearest base at night for rest and fuel replenishment.

They left City C with enough fuel for two days; the city could spare no more.

They found a relatively flat and open area, where the three vehicles parked side by side; Song Zhao didn’t turn off the engine, keeping the heater running while he and Gu Yanlin prepared lunch.

Song Zhao set up a windbreak and laid down the sleeping mats from the tent, inviting Squad 532’s members over for a break.

He then took out a gas canister and cooking utensils from the car’s trunk, and Mr.

Song’s mini-diner fired up.

The cold weather meant that they took turns driving without much physical exertion.

Song Zhao simply cooked a large pot of hot soup with canned food and the dried vegetables they had saved.

He also warmed the steamed buns brought out by Squad 532 on the lid of the pot.

With eight men including Song Zhao, each had a large bowl of hot soup with two steamed buns for their lunch.

Once the soup was ready, Song Zhao let everyone serve themselves and went to the side of the car to gently wake Gu Yanzhi, who was soundly asleep in the back row.

“Zhizhi, wake up, it’s time for lunch,”

“Mm, okay.”

Gu Yanzhi was roused from her sleep groggily, not even opening her eyes before she felt the comforting and familiar presence that reassured her immensely, wrapping her arms around Song Zhao’s waist and snuggling against him.

Almost drifting back to sleep with her eyes closed, it took Gu Yanlin’s loud voice to snap her fully awake.

“Sis, brother-in-law, hurry up, or it’ll get cold,”

They shared soup, those without bowls taking turns, as they were all brothers with no reservations about one another.

The pot of soup quickly went down by half.

To keep it warm, Song Zhao didn’t extinguish the gas flame, but the steamed buns had already been taken off the pot; in the minus 20-30 degree weather, they would cool quickly.

Seeing Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao emerge from the car, those slurping soup under the windbreak made room for them, moving aside to create space for two more.

Song Zhao first served Gu Yanzhi a bowl of soup and gave her a steamed bun, then helped himself to a bowl of soup, sitting next to her, alternating between spoonfuls of soup and bites of steamed bun.

Besides the steamed bun, Song Zhao also cooked an egg especially for Gu Yanzhi to boost her nutrition.

After the meal, Song Zhao left the cleanup to others, with Squad 532’s members eagerly tidying everything up.

“Much obliged to you all,” One member of Squad 532 wrapped up his portion and stood chatting with Gu Yanlin, reflecting on their good fortune.

Without the company of the three from the Gu Family, they wouldn’t have enjoyed hot soup or warm buns on this journey.

At most, if they were lucky to find some wood, they’d melt some ice for slightly warm water to drink with rock-hard steamed buns.

Apart from the first meal, Squad 532’s members were keen to help with every meal, taking turns cooking and cleaning.

For the remainder of the trip, besides cooking special meals for Gu Yanzhi, Song Zhao didn’t cook again.

Gu Yanzhi’s vehicle was loaded with many supplies, not just gas canisters, but also rice, canned food, dried vegetables, and self-heating hot pots, all of which were shared with Squad 532’s members.

Never had they felt so comfortable after the apocalypse; they used to stuff themselves with dry rations and sip on water to finish a meal.

Nothing like the current comforts of hot soup, freshly cooked rice, porridge, and vegetables, making it all the more important to work hard and express gratitude through actions to those providing these luxuries.

Of course, Squad 532 wasn’t freeloading; Chu Guodong wouldn’t let them be shortchanged and made sure to compensate for the resources they consumed in other ways.

After packing up, everyone took turns addressing their basic needs and hit the road again.