Doomsday America

Chapter 53 Go to Battle
The shouts of Gavin and his two companions startled everyone in the hall.

Doris instinctively grabbed Winnie and pulled her toward the backyard.

"Let me go...they're just shocked, they're not dangerous!"

Winnie struggled while shouting rationally, which finally made Doris stop.

William suddenly stood up, staggered away from the dining table, and hopped towards the gun room, yelling at old Bert as he passed the sofa.

"Old man, you didn't hide zombies in the gun room, did you?!"

Faced with William's roar, old Bert could no longer contain his excited laughter.

He laughed loudly, proud and self-satisfied.

"What bullshit zombies! What they saw was a masterpiece, a super work of art that took me a full eighteen months to create, in collaboration with the world's top goldsmiths hired by Gavin's father!"

"We used more than six kilograms of gold alone!"

At this point, old Bert looked expectantly down the right-hand corridor.

If it weren't for his broken back, he would have rushed to Gavin's side to remember that shocked face!
Gavin was naturally shocked. He never expected that he would see a set of top-notch armor in old Bert's house that would be considered too luxurious even when worn by a European emperor!

At first glance, this suit of armor is clearly the culmination of the plate armor era, maintaining the slenderness of Gothic plate armor rather than the exaggerated bulkiness of Italian plate armor.

In addition, this set of plate armor is decorated with extremely exquisite gold carvings on the thick armor plates.

At first glance, yes, this is the strongest armor in human history, a top-tier royal plate armor in the style of 16th-century Europe!

In the past, chainmail and lamellar armor reached their peak during the Song Dynasty's infantry armor era, but lamellar armor was ultimately defeated by the Mongol cloth armor.

After that, the Mongol cavalry, wearing cloth armor, marched westward into Europe, turning the art of chainmail in Europe into a complete mess.

Europeans then adopted the experience of Mongolian cloth armor, transforming it into plate armor, and later removed the cloth covering, gradually evolving it into true plate armor.

Thus, as the Mongol Empire gradually came to an end, European plate armor entered every household with the advent of water-powered forging hammers in the 16th century.

Although the United States is not a European country, there are still many collectors who collect armor.

But... this armor is truly different from ordinary armor. It is by no means a collectible, but a top-quality work of art that was only recently created!
"Gudong!"

Gavin swallowed hard, then turned around abruptly and strode towards old Bert.

"Old buddy, is that the surprise you prepared for me?!"

He growled at old Bert.

Upon hearing this, old Bert was completely satisfied. He nodded slightly and then said in a seemingly nonchalant, pretentious manner.

"You're still too young, kid. This is just a small gift that a few of us older folks from the farm prepared for you!"

“We started building this armor when you first won the championship, and your dad said you would love it.”

“After we finished building it, you had already won three consecutive championships, and we were planning to give it to you at that time.”

“But when you came back last time, you said you wanted to keep winning, so we hid it away, intending to wait until you kept winning until the very end, and then give it to you on the day you decided to retire!”

“Good boy, me and old Mond, and Galifa and Terendez, and of course your father.”

"We old guys just want you to wear a suit of armor that suits you, because on the court you shine like the King of Texas!"

When old Bert got to this point, he could no longer hold back his tears, and he suddenly buried his tearful face in the sofa.

Bang...

"Ow!!!"

The atmosphere was completely disrupted by the cracking sound coming from his spine and Old Bert's scream.

Gavin took a deep breath, rubbed his face vigorously, squatted down in front of old Bert, and grabbed the old man's hand.

"I promise you, I will wear it one day, and you will see that day, old man!"

"Ha, slurp... Stop getting sentimental and get to the fight, kid!"

Old Bert, hiding from Gavin, sniffed and continued shouting down the distant corridor.

"And you, my good lads, go and fight, whether the enemy is alive or dead!"

"I... Ha, don't worry about me, I'll be fine soon, and then I'll show you my marksmanship."

At this point, old Bert pushed Gavin away forcefully and waved his hand repeatedly toward the gun room.

At this point, Gavin took a deep breath and then addressed the astonished crowd around him.

“You should go take a look too, it… truly is a masterpiece.” With that, Gavin returned to the gun room and spoke to the two men who were standing there dumbfounded in front of the armor.

"Alright, forget about that armor. Although with it I'd dare to try and cut down a hundred zombies by myself, it's not for this situation."

"Come on, take a look at the gun, that's the key."

After saying that, Gavin went to the gun rack opposite the armor.

Old Bert didn't have many guns, only a dozen or so, but he wasn't short of money, so those guns were all high-quality.

Eugene took one last, reluctant look at the armor, then turned back to Gavin and said sourly.

"Fine, fine, look at the gun then. But I want to ask you, are you fucking the Queen of England's illegitimate son?"

"Ha, I am God's illegitimate son, and I have two older brothers!"

In response, Gavin gave Eugene the middle finger and then threw a black gun into Madison's hands.

Madison held the gun in his hand, raised and lowered it with a fondness, and asked Eugene.

"Red Hair, what kind of gun is this? I've never seen it before."

"Don't ask me, ask the boss. I've never seen it either!"

Eugene responded with a string of curses, while looking at Gavin with curiosity.

Seeing the two people's questioning looks, Gavin smiled and said.

"Origin 12-round burst shotgun, a new version that hasn't been released yet."

"This thing was supposed to be released this summer, but their boss sent me some, which I sent back to the farm to my dad. I didn't expect that old Bert would have some too."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin patted the large drum of OR12 and laughed.

"This shotgun fires five rounds per second, and one drum magazine can hold thirty rounds. If you carry a few drum magazines, this thing is truly amazing!"

"Haha, that's right, I fucking love this thing!"

Madison responded excitedly, and at the same time, Eugene found his target.

He stepped over two gleaming, grandfatherly double-barreled shotguns, casually put down his own lever-action shotgun, and picked up a long rifle from the side.

"Hooray, the SR25 is bullshit, the Mk11 is fucking ridiculous, this thing is mine, and nobody can take it from me!"

"Hehe, I thought you preferred HK416."

Gavin put the SCAR-PDW aside, picked up the HK416 from the gun room, and glanced at the 4x scope and foregrip on the rail.

While Gavin was checking, Eugene, carrying an MK11 precision sniper rifle, looked at the wall, grinned, and took down a 30-centimeter-long tube.

"A silencer too, then there's no problem. With this in my hands, wiping out a squad would be a piece of cake."

Upon hearing this, Gavin removed the magazine, pressed the trigger to make sure it felt smooth, then reloaded the gun, slung it over his shoulder, and said.

“I told you not to worry. Old Bert may not have as many accessories as I do, but it’s clear that he still has a silencer, which is essential for hunting.”

"Tch, I knew it. Besides being afraid of scaring away too many animals when hunting, we Texas gunmen just love the sound of gunfire."

Eugene chuckled as he attached the silencer, then put down his gun and went to the side to pick up the ammunition box.

He handed Gavin a box of 5.56×45 bullets, while he carried a box of 7.62×51 bullets and loaded the magazines.

As Gavin opened the ammunition box and began loading, Madison, carrying a shotgun, strolled over to a gleaming silver revolver.

Noticing Madison's gaze, Gavin grinned and said.

"Don't just look, take it and use it. The Smith & Wesson 500 is perfect for a big bastard like you."

"Then I won't be polite!"

Madison grabbed the Smith & Wesson 500, went to the side to find a holster, and casually tossed a few magazines hanging on the wall to Gavin.

Texas cowboys don't like military combat uniforms; cowboy suits are their favorite.

However, for the convenience of carrying bullets, you can always find various types of bullet belts in Texas. The one Gavin received is an over-the-shoulder magazine sling, which can hold up to six standard magazines.

Gavin filled the magazines one by one and then stuffed them into the ammunition belt.

At this point, he held HK416 and nodded to Eugene and Madison, who were also nearly ready.

"Looks much better, let's go!"

(End of this chapter)