Doomsday America

Chapter 88 The Town Horde of Corpses
Steve pushed open the magazine, took three bullets from the belt around his chest, loaded the revolver, and then let the revolver spin back and forth in his hand.

After performing a few seconds of cool tricks, Steve put the revolver back in its holster and laughed.

"Eugene, standing before you now is the five-time consecutive champion of the Richards Region Revolver Rapid Fire Competition!"

At this point, Steve smiled and pointed at Gavin, continuing.

"Of course, the reason I was able to win five consecutive championships was because Gavin went to college."

"Before me, Gavin started winning this competition when he was thirteen years old, and the championship never went to anyone else until he was eighteen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Steve picked HK up again and looked at the pack of dogs in the distance.

Nearby, Madison removed the drum magazine, took out the last two shotgun shells, put them in his pocket, and muttered something under his breath.

"Boss, I only knew you were an excellent pistol shooter, but I really didn't know you had won a championship!"

"Tch, just a shooting champion from one region. I was a shooting champion in my company too, but I still wasn't selected for Delta Force. It's all because of that damn diving training!"

Eugene stood up from the ground, clutching his gun and trembling slightly, before making a sarcastic remark to the crowd.

Upon hearing this, Gavin paused for a moment, then asked.

"You were selected for Delta?"

"Yeah, but it's just being selected. In all the selection training at Delta, I failed the diving training three times because I'm more afraid of dying than anyone else. I just can't overcome my instincts, haha~"

Eugene gave a self-deprecating reply, then went to the Arabian horse and gently patted its neck.

He then solemnly picked up the TAC50 and briefly checked the weapon's condition.

After confirming that there were no major problems, Eugene lay face down on the ground with the TAC in his arms, spread his legs and quickly adjusted his posture, then pushed open the protective covers in front of and behind the scope.

After a quick glance at the distance, Eugene gave Gavin a thumbs up and smiled.

"Watch me perform!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly located the pack of dogs using the scope.

Now, the third wave of dogs, slower than German Shepherds, has already rushed within a kilometer of the group.

Noticing the distance, Eugene licked his lips regretfully.

He would prefer the distance to be greater.

After all, the TAC gun has an effective range of 2,000 meters, which means that within 2,000 meters, it can hit any target!

Although the TAC50's 3,500-meter combat kill record will not be achieved until 2017.

But back in 2003, the TAC50 was delivered by an Italian sniper from 2,400 meters away.

Eugene pulled the bolt; indeed, the TAC50 was a bolt-action rifle.

After pulling the bolt to feed the bullet from the magazine into the chamber, Eugene quickly aimed and fired in the blink of an eye!
Boom!
This time, a huge gunshot rang out, even though Eugene hadn't equipped the TAC with a silencer.

Since the initial velocity of the TAC50 bullet leaving the barrel is 850 meters, which is more than twice the speed of sound, what need is there for it to be silenced?

With one shot, the fastest Border Collie in the distance was shattered into several pieces by the bullet!

After all, the TAC50 is an anti-materiel sniper rifle, but because its trajectory is so stable, the bullet will not change drastically even after flying for ten seconds.

Therefore, compared to using it for anti-material purposes, using this gun for anti-human purposes is actually more effective...

Looking through the binoculars at the dog that had been smashed to pieces, Gavin pursed his lips and decided that he had to find time to practice his long-range sniping skills.

At the same time, Eugene, after swaying back due to the recoil, quickly pulled the bolt and adjusted his posture.

Boom!
Another loud bang, and a new burst of blood erupted in the distance.

Steve looked admiringly into the distance through his binoculars and spoke up.

"Brother, this batch of dogs has nearly thirty more than the number of German Shepherds!"

"Indeed, but we should have a chance to take them down directly. After all, the closer they are, the faster we can kill them!"

As Gavin responded, Eugene fired six shots in quick succession, and the pack of dogs closed to within 500 meters.

At this point, Eugene dropped TAC, got up, picked up HK, and started shooting with Gavin Steve.

Having already experienced dealing with German Shepherd packs, the group handled the new pack of dogs with incredible speed.

Even though this pack of dogs numbered over seventy, they only managed to reach a point sixteen or seventeen meters from the riverbank before following in the footsteps of their predecessors.

The last husky was seen flipping over in the water, floating and slowly being carried away by the river.

Gavin pushed the revolver's cylinder, glanced at the empty magazine, reached to his waist to find the spring loader, and pulled out one of them.

This type of loader, once fully loaded with six bullets, can be laid flat and stored in an ammunition pouch.

After pulling it out, the loader will compress into a circular state under the action of the spring, with the same specifications as the revolver's cylinder.

Gavin simultaneously inserted the compressed bullets into the cylinder, then pulled hard, causing the bullets to detach from the loader and spin rapidly together with the revolver's cylinder, producing a pleasant mechanical sound.

With a flick of his wrist, Gavin put the magazine back in place. He then instinctively performed a series of fancy gunplay moves before casually tucking the pistol back into his waistband.

Madison, standing nearby, glanced into the distance through his binoculars and hesitated before speaking to Gavin.

"Boss, I can't see any more dogs."

"It's just that we haven't seen it yet."

Gavin answered as he returned to the horse, calming Octavian down, and continued speaking to the others.

"You all heard it, those damn zombie dogs were howling as they charged at us."

"Therefore, their pursuit of us will inevitably trigger a pursuit response from the zombies in the small town."

"However, the hounds are too fast; they've probably left the zombies and small dogs far behind."

"We'll wait here for a while to check the number of small dogs and the situation of the zombie horde."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin sat on his horse, picked up his binoculars, and began to scrutinize the distance.

In his line of sight, he could vaguely see two or three small dogs, leaping and bounding toward him.

Steve came over to Gavin and said something.

"Brother, there aren't too many people in this town who keep dogs. I think there are only about seven dogs, two of which are Corgis."

Boom!
The loud gunfire abruptly interrupted Steve's words.

Eugene pulled the bolt while letting out an excited low growl.

"Now there's only one Corgi left, haha, my sniper record has been updated, updated!"

"You guys have to remember this, buddy, my current sniping record is 1800 meters. I fucking took down a dog from 1800 meters away, and it was a fucking puppy. I'm awesome!"

"Awesome!"

Gavin gave Eugene a thumbs-up from afar, while Eugene excitedly continued firing, sniping the dogs one by one with an average of two to three shots.

Eugene's accuracy dropped significantly after a distance of more than two kilometers, but he was still relatively accurate overall.

Just as the puppies were falling one after another, Gavin also saw the shadows of a horde of zombies in his field of vision. Through observation, Gavin continued to gather information.

Based on the known information, the zombies' speed is approximately 30 to 35 kilometers per hour.

The speed of the zombie small dogs is about 35 to 40 kilometers per hour, so the small dogs and people are not very far apart.

As for large dogs, well, these guys can generally go over 60 kilometers per hour.

Greyhounds, for example, can reach speeds of over 70 kilometers per hour, outrunning even Octavian!
Thinking of this, Gavin spoke up to remind Eugene.

"Eugene, after you take out the first puppy, check if there are any other puppies in the zombie horde."

"If there are any, we need to pick them out and eliminate them as much as possible!"

"Although small dogs are about as fast as zombies, their senses are far superior to those of zombies, making them more likely to guide zombie hordes to track down living people."

"From now on, guys, we'll probably have to kill every dog ​​we see that we can't adopt, especially small dogs that are more likely to blend in with the carnage!"

"Of course, if we can keep them, we can still consider bringing the live dogs back to the camp for adoption."

"Zombie dogs can track living people, so living dogs can also help us warn of zombies, right?"

At this point, Gavin hoisted the HK onto his horse, picked up the TAC50, dismounted, went to Eugene's vicinity, lay down, and opened the gun mount.

Seeing Gavin lie down, Eugene grinned and said.

"Spread your legs naturally, then activate the intelligent system of your scope."

"Although the Sermion 2 is a civilian product, its intelligent aiming is perfect for beginners. You'll see how good it is once you use it for a bit."

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Following Eugene's instructions, Gavin turned on the infrared and then activated the intelligent adjustment.

About two seconds later, when Gavin turned the camera to a zombie dog, a faint trail appeared on the screen, along with a constantly moving shooting suggestion point.

That point moves continuously with the location of the zombie dog, and the distance between this point and the zombie dog is the lead time adjusted according to the speed of the zombie dog's movement.

When sniping from 2,000 meters away, it takes almost three seconds for a bullet to travel from the barrel to its impact.

Three seconds is enough time for a human to run at least twenty meters. Without the intelligent firing point prompts like those from Sermion, an inexperienced sniper might take a long time to grasp the lead within that time difference.

At that moment, watching the rapidly moving firing position, Gavin adjusted his gun, preparing to fire...

Boom!
Eugene fired a shot, Gavin's target fell, and even Semion hesitated for more than two seconds before finally fixing his gaze on the motionless dog corpse.

Seeing this, Gavin impatiently shifted the scope to the zombie horde, since that dog was the last one left outside the zombie group.

But when he looked through the scope at the large horde of zombies...

Faced with more than forty chaotic and rapidly moving targets at once, Semian's intelligent system suddenly crashed...

Immediately afterwards, the smart points in the aiming lens began to flash, constantly shifting between dozens of targets, almost losing their reference value.

Gavin shook his head; he now understood why such expensive high technology was only available as a civilian product.

Because none of the current intelligent programs have actually reached a true level of intelligence!

Let's not even talk about the outrageous artificial intelligence depicted in movies.

They haven't even reached a stable and reliable level of basic intelligent assistance!
Seeing that Gavin hadn't fired yet, Eugene couldn't help but look at him and ask.

"Why haven't you fired yet, buddy? Are you the kind of person who insists on drawing blood with the first shot?"

"If so, I suggest you try looking for a solution at an elementary school. After all, don't you rich people all like playing those kinds of games?"

"Fuck squid, Eugene."

Hearing Eugene's words, Gavin cursed at him, then patted the scope and explained.

"The scope you recommended to me is no good at all. I'll go back and switch to the one you use."

"Hmm, really? Anyway, I've never used anything like Sermion. I've only heard that it can help newbies train to shoot at moving targets more than a thousand meters away."

As Eugene responded, he peeked into Gavin's field of vision.

After a glance, he remained silent for a moment, then spat into the river and cursed.

"Fuck, this shit is not worth the price. Luckily I've never used this kind of shit before."

"In my opinion, this thing is really only good for shooting at moving targets, since no one would place dozens of moving targets in the same area!"

Upon hearing this, Gavin nodded irritably, then angrily cursed at Eugene.

"You haven't even used it yourself and you're recommending it to me? Besides, didn't you say this thing would be used by the seals to train shooting beginners?"

"Yeah, training newbies, but how could there be newbies in the SEALs? They're all veterans like me, haha~"

Eugene laughed and retreated to his sniper scope, using the lens to search for the zombie dog among the horde of at least five hundred zombies.

As for Gavin...

He was silenced for two seconds by Eugene's shamelessness, then shook his head in annoyance, picked up Tac, got up, and hung the gun back on the horse.

Looking at the horde of zombies still 1.7 kilometers away, he mounted his horse and spoke.

"In a moment, let's try to deliver all our bullets to these zombies across this river."

"We certainly don't have enough bullets to kill them all, but we'll kill as many as we can. After the zombies chase us across the river, we'll lure them into the forest and try to get them into the forest!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin took out a cigarette and tossed one to Steve and Eugene.

Seeing the three of them start smoking in unison, Madison, who felt a bit out of place, pursed his lips and spoke up.

"Boss, if we introduce zombies into the forest, won't the number of zombie animals increase rapidly?"

"Of course, but that's exactly what I want."

In response to Madison's question, Gavin gave a straightforward answer.

"As the human population decreases significantly, the natural environment and animal populations will increase rapidly."

"In the future, we are destined to encounter more troubles caused by animals."

"If we forcibly isolate the zombies from the animals around us, on the one hand, we simply cannot control such a large area."

"On the other hand, the number of carnivores will continue to increase over time, and the range of their activities will inevitably gradually cover the areas where humans used to live."

"Therefore, I would rather let the existing carnivores around the farm turn into zombies sooner, so that the carnivore population will at least lose the possibility of reproducing and growing!"

"As long as the zombie animals don't gather into massive hordes, like today, we'll always have a chance to deal with them by relying on rivers and other obstacles."

At this point, Gavin suddenly remembered something, so he quickly added something.

"By the way, damn it, speaking of breeding, I'm suddenly starting to worry about the rats this summer and fall!"

"Guys, if we encounter cats in the future, let's bring them back to the manor as much as possible. We must actively breed more cats to have any chance of suppressing the rat problem on the farm!"

(End of this chapter)