Doomsday America

Chapter 84 One person drank twenty tons of his liquor.
"Stop bragging to me, keep a close eye on the cows."

Gavin returned the Viking toxpie to Madison, then patted his gloves to shake off some of the thick blood, and rubbed them against the fence a couple more times.

Then, he picked up his gun and stood outside the cattle pen, silently staring at the cattle in front of him.

The cow was probably in a lot of pain, kicking and jumping around for several minutes before it finally calmed down.

Wanting to turn around and lick the wound on its butt, but unable to reach it, the cow could only look at Gavin with a mournful expression.

Meeting the cow's gaze, Gavin raised the gun in his hand.

Chu Chu Chu!
Bullets pierced the cow's body in succession before Gavin stopped firing the last bullet in his magazine.

After changing the magazine, Gavin silently counted the seconds and continued aiming at the dead cow.

After waiting another two minutes and confirming that the cow hadn't gotten up, Gavin grinned, slung his gun over his shoulder, and said...

"Looks good, guys. At least the blood of the dead zombie cow didn't cause any reaction in the live cow even when it came into close contact with it."

"From this perspective, at least in theory, we living people shouldn't be harmed by the flesh and blood of the dead zombies."

"Of course, this is just speculation. Without concrete evidence, don't risk your life."

With that, Gavin waved to the crowd and then strode away from the cattle pen.

As he walked, he belatedly raised his hand and fanned himself twice in front of his nose.

Once the initial focus and tension of conducting the experiment subsided, the stench from the cowshed immediately became apparent.

How much poop does a cow produce in a day?

It's roughly five to six percent of their body weight.

The cows at Gavin Dairy Farm weigh an average of between 800 and 1200 pounds each.

Adding to the nearly 10,000 dairy cows, that means that in just one and a half days from yesterday to now, at least 250 tons of cow manure have accumulated in the dairy sheds!

Two hundred and fifty tons of cow dung, and those nine people couldn't possibly finish shoveling it all in a day without using a bulldozer!

Because on average, each person has to scoop more than 30 tons of poop!
Thinking of this, Gavin's eyes suddenly lit up, so he quickly turned around and asked Steve.

"Steve!"

"what?"

Do you know how to operate a bulldozer?

"Of course!"

In response to Gavin's question, Steve smiled and said...

"I'm the chief cowboy of our family, brother. Don't underestimate the weight of the word 'chief'."

"I can operate every single piece of equipment and vehicle on our farm with proficiency!"

"Whether it's all sorts of strange cars, civilian helicopters, or small two-winged pesticide spraying planes, I have no problem with any of them!"

At this point, Steve suddenly paused.

Then, he looked around at the cow dung with suspicion and belatedly said...

"Wait, I can't be the only one who can operate a bulldozer, can I? That wall that got hit and the bulldozer parked so far away, you guys did that, right?"

"Ahem... It's just a bulldozer, I've driven one before, it's nothing special~"

Eugene chuckled and patted Steve on the shoulder.

Upon hearing this, Steve looked at Eugene with even greater suspicion and asked.

"So you drove your bulldozer and crashed into the cowshed and the truck?"

"Can't you fucking stop using your brain, buddy?!"

Eugene cursed helplessly, took a few quick steps in frustration, and jumped back onto his horse.

Seeing Eugene's disheveled appearance, Steve paused for a moment, then couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Seeing Steve laughing heartily, Gavin coughed lightly and said.

"Don't get too excited, buddy. You really are the only one who can operate all kinds of large farm machinery."

"So, the cow dung in the dairy farm depends entirely on you."

"But don't worry, I won't let you do it alone. Eugene will be with you."

"Eugene is quite interested in forklifts, so you can teach him a thing or two."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin mounted his horse.

Steve followed him onto the horse, muttering a complaint with a pained expression.

“I’m the chief cowboy, and I haven’t shoveled cow dung in ten years.”

"Well... alright, even though I'm the only cowboy left, at least I'm still the leader, haha~"

As soon as he finished speaking, Steve spurred his horse toward the herd of cattle, drew his pistol, and fired a shot into the air.

boom!
Startled by the gunfire, the cows quickly abandoned grazing and continued to flee away from Steve.

Gavin picked up the intercom and said.

"Madison drove onto the road to scout the pastures further ahead of us, Eugene to the right, Steve to the left, and me in the middle. The three of us rode horses to control the direction of the cattle and drive them into the pasture area."

"Steve, how far is it from here to the ranch? I need the exact number."

Upon hearing this, Steve turned on the intercom and responded.

"We still have nineteen kilometers to go. Please keep an eye on the cattle you're looking for, and enjoy the fresh air and scenery of our countryside!"

"What air? Air that smells like cow dung?"

Eugene made a sarcastic remark over the intercom.

Upon hearing this, Madison immediately turned on the intercom and started cursing at Eugene.

"That's the fucking taste of freedom!"

"It's the taste of being alive!"

Gavin added a final sentence before raising the Elvis version of the python high in the air.

boom!
After the first shot, the cattle accelerated slightly.

Steve and Eugene took their positions, the three of them several hundred meters apart, surrounding the enormous herd of cattle that stretched for nearly four hundred meters and was more than three hundred meters wide, as they walked into the distance.

Although firing a few more shots might scare the cows into speeding up and running at least 50 kilometers per hour.

But in that case, three cowboys alone wouldn't be able to keep an eye on both flanks of the herd; the cows would easily scatter.

Therefore, even though it took time, Gavin and his group could only slowly drive the cattle along.

It took them nearly fifteen minutes to walk just from the dairy farm to the estate.

From a great distance, William, who was on lookout duty at the manor, spotted the cattle.

The sight of nearly 10,000 cattle roaming the grasslands is even more astonishing than the simultaneous holiday of two or three universities.

Looking at that breathtaking scene, and at the beautiful colors of the black and white patterns and the grass complementing each other.

Even though William wasn't an artist, he was still moved by the hope and vitality of life embodied in the cows.

So he pressed the intercom and spoke into the logistics personnel's No. 2 frequency.

"Guys, you'd better come and see, the boss and his men are driving the cows over!"

"Wuhu~"

Winnie burst into a star-struck laugh, ran out of the room, clutching a bunch of shower gel, and dashed over a hundred meters toward the corridor.

Bella and Doris followed closely behind her.

I saw Winnie first run to put the collected shower gel into the unified warehouse, and then quickly rush to the French windows.

Doris finally showed the most genuine smile she had ever given, and covered her chest with emotion.

At the same time, old Bert's dazed voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Ah, I won't watch it. I need to take better care of my back as soon as possible."

"I haven't been able to work with iron for two days, and my hands are itching. I need to recover quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, old Bert struggled to turn over and lie more comfortably on the sofa.

When it comes to back problems, without a professional doctor to manually reposition the back, all you can do is take good care of it. Old Bert himself is a veterinarian, so he understands this all too well.

On the other hand, on the grassland more than 800 meters in front of the manor.

Eugene took out the binoculars he had found at Gavin's house, looked at the four people watching from the window, and grinned with a mocking smile.

He put down his gun, turned around, and joked with Gavin over the walkie-talkie.

"Hey boss, look what I caught! Those women are slacking off!"

"Come on, Eugene, I'd rather see a bunch of living, breathing people slacking off occasionally than a bunch of listless work machines."

Before Gavin could reply, Madison stammered something to Eugene over the intercom.

Although they had only known each other for a little over a day, they got along really well.

Listening to their conversation, Steve took out his walkie-talkie and naturally answered.

"Madison is right. The pressure of the apocalypse is already immense. If I have to see one expressionless face after another every day, I'll go crazy in no time."

"Isn't it better to go crazy? Haha, let's burn Texas to ashes, guys!"

Eugene responded with a loud laugh, which earned him a new barrage of insults from Madison.

As for Gavin, he took out his binoculars, glanced at the manor, and then switched the walkie-talkie to band 2.

Anyone want to come out and see the cows?

"Uncle Red Hair, don't tempt us to go out and slack off. We're just taking a look; we still have work to do!"

Winnie's fierce voice immediately came through the walkie-talkie.

Upon hearing this, Gavin remained silent for a moment before continuing his conversation.

"Verification complete. This fan is anything but innocent. Kid, don't pretend you can't recognize my voice!"

"Aha, it's the boss, can we really go out?"

Winnie couldn't help but confirm.

Gavin then set up his binoculars, looked around, and laughed.

"Of course, I'll have Old Mike protect you for a while, about ten minutes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin switched the intercom back to frequency one and said...

"Old Mike, drive to the vicinity of the estate, take the women and children out for a ten-minute walk, and then you catch up with us."

"Received, I like this job!"

Madison readily accepted the order, then drove up the meadow back to the vicinity of the estate, holding his gun and waving at the house.

Soon, everyone in the house rushed out, and even William couldn't resist coming out with them.

From a distance, Winnie hopped and skipped like a big white rabbit, joining the herd of cattle and starting to play around.

Bella and Doris sat down by the river with their legs together, stirring the cool water with their hands while laughing as they watched the cattle pass by.

In the distance, Gavin looked at everyone from hundreds of meters away, and his smile gradually brightened.

Look at the smiles on their faces, are they just smiles?

That all comes down to their leadership skills.

Thinking of this, Gavin smiled and shook his head, shaking off his extravagant thoughts, and continued to drive the cattle at a steady pace.

The cattle herd walked from the west side of the estate to the east side, a distance of 1.5 kilometers, in nearly four minutes.

As the cattle gradually disappeared into the distance, Winnie stood beside the two dogs and waved to Gavin's retreating figure.

Then, she ran over to Madison with the dog and whispered something to him.

"Uncle Madison, we should head back now. You should get back to your business."

"Ha, don't worry, the boss will stay near the chicken coop for a while."

Madison smiled at Winnie, but there was an unspeakable sadness hidden in that smile.

If my daughter could grow up normally, she would definitely be as well-behaved and lovely as Winnie...

Uh……

probably not……

After all, his own daughter, at the age of three, had already learned makeup, livestreamed, and even cursed her way to the headlines alongside her model wife...

However, even if he was destined to watch his daughter grow up to be an outrageous delinquent, spending her days among handsome men and marijuana, he was so angry that he wanted to die.

I really want to watch her grow up little by little...

Thinking of this, Madison took a deep breath and quickly waved to Winnie.

"Alright, kid, go walk the dog and play a little longer."

“I need to keep an eye on the pastures behind the manor, so I won’t be watching you from here.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Mai turned around quickly, grabbed the shotgun, and strode away into the distance, stopping at the back of the manor.

Watching Madison's retreating figure, Winnie pursed her lips. She saw Uncle Madison raise his hand to rub his eyes...

Meanwhile, Gavin and his group continued driving the cattle further away, eventually arriving near the chicken coop and the airport.

The chicken coop is nearly three kilometers away from the estate, almost parallel to it, while the airport is 1,400 meters further north of the chicken coop.

From a distance, Gavin could see more than a dozen planes parked at the airport, including nine civilian transport helicopters and six multi-purpose biplanes.

Another one is his private jet, a Gulfstream G650, which he keeps at home as a backup.

Of course, Gavin's other G650 is still parked at Dallas International Airport.

The crew of the G650 at home have been on leave for nearly two months.

This is also why Gavin isn't worried about zombies at the airport.

After all, apart from the crew of the Gulfstream G650, the other planes were all farm-owned aircraft, and the pilots were cowboys who knew how to fly.

Don't think of the high-class cowboys on large ranches as just cowboys. These high-class cowboys, who have generally challenged rodeo, are all strongmen who can go anywhere and sea. Their salaries are generally higher than those of white-collar workers in Dallas.

Unfortunately, since the apocalypse, only Steve has managed to find it.

With that thought in mind, Gavin rode his horse past the herd of cattle and stopped in front of the huge chicken coop.

Two hundred meters away, Steve arrived at the cold storage center, pushed open the door, and glanced at the things piled up inside.

After glancing at it, Steve swallowed hard, then spoke into the walkie-talkie with a serious expression.

"Brother, the good news is we have plenty of eggs and chicken in stock, and the bad news is exactly the same as the good news."

“We haven’t delivered any chicken products to the trading center in the past week, so we probably have more than 300,000 eggs and more than 2,000 plucked chickens in stock.”

"By the way, luckily we haven't slaughtered any cattle recently, but the bad news is that we still have a day's worth of fresh milk stored up."

"I checked, and there are probably nearly... two hundred tons of milk in stock today..."

"hehe."

Upon hearing this, Gavin couldn't help but roll his eyes, and then spoke into the walkie-talkie.

"No problem, we have a full nine of us, that's a lot of people!"

"If each of us drinks twenty tons of milk within the next two days, we won't have to worry about all the fresh milk spoiling, f***!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin looked up at the sky and rolled his eyes at the sun.

Laughter erupted from the walkie-talkie.

Only after the laughter from Gavin and the others on the walkie-talkie completely subsided did he continue speaking to the group.

"First, let all the chickens out and drive them to the northern grasslands so they can grow freely. Consider it a way to provide warmth for the wolves and foxes in the neighborhood."

"Steve, lower the temperature in the cold storage warehouse and try to keep the food fresh for a few more days."

"In the past few days, I've been reminded to throw away all the milk to prevent us from accidentally drinking spoiled milk and getting sick because of such a stupid thing!"

"As for the eggs, we'll keep a hundred boxes for ourselves and that'll be enough to eat until they spoil."

"As for the remaining eggs, we'll move them to the vicinity of the cattle herd later, break them up, and feed them to the cattle, sigh..."

(End of this chapter)