Doomsday America.

Chapter 303 They farm, I shoot; they are my granary.

At the same time that the news came from the direction of the watchtower, 1.3 kilometers ahead of the farmland area.

A pickup truck, its exterior tattered and battered, with bullet-riddled metal plates welded to its bumper and doors, and a light machine gun welded to its cargo bed, was carrying a Lexus sedan across the street, heading downhill.

The two vehicles then shifted their view from Richard Lake, where many bodies still lay piled up, to the scenic Gavin Farm.

In the lead pickup truck, driven by a burly man with a thick beard, he wore only a stained white T-shirt, revealing his muscular arms bearing two scars. His left hand on the steering wheel, his right hand casually gripping the gearshift, the man drove while looking at the expansive riverbank on his right, saying with satisfaction, "We should have headed this way a long time ago! Damn, compared to our old dump, this is the best place to live!" "Tsk tsk, central Texas, natural ranches, arable land and crops everywhere, cattle and sheep grazing everywhere!"

"There's a water source here, and a large open space that's good for escaping or getting entangled with zombies to shake them off. I'd rather be a farmer than sleep with those disgusting things all day!" The burly man pursed his lips excitedly as he said this.

He truly loved this piece of land!

While the burly man was expressing his joy, the woman in the passenger seat, idly gazing at the scenery, instinctively pursed her lips at him and muttered, "Stop comforting yourself, Rudy. No matter what you say, it doesn't change the fact that we were kicked out!"

"Those damn biker gangs, their hideout is horribly far away from us, yet they still fucking attacked us. And you, you backed down, Rudy, you admitted you couldn't outmaneuver them. We've been driven out, driven out of the neighborhood we've lived in for six weeks!"

"I even kept a dozen or so potted plants, but they're all gone. My dog ​​was used as a deterrent by bikers and was shot and killed from hundreds of meters away!" "It's all because of your cowardice, Rudy. You should have avenged our little dog, but you didn't. It's really... sigh..." In the end, this woman, who was used to putting pressure on her husband, finally stopped talking.

The apocalyptic environment had changed her drastically. Before the apocalypse, if her neighbors had treated her this way, she would have jumped up and fought them off. But now, forget it! Every fight now could result in death!

They had finally managed to gather nearly thirty people at their camp, but after a battle with the biker gang, the camp was completely scattered. In the end, only seven of them remained, riding in two cars, slinking away from their home. Eight of their companions died, and the rest were taken away by the biker gang and merged into their group.

From her initial high spirits to her current disheveled state, this woman is still not quite accepting this change.

In the driver's seat, he heard the woman's initial curses, then she stopped, sighed softly, and fell silent.

Honestly, Rudy felt that the sigh was more hurtful than any curse.

Rudy turned to his wife with a helpless smile and then softly comforted her.

"Joey, I'm sorry, I really can't take the risk, really, because I have you by my side, darling!"

"If you and our children leave, leaving me alone to live in this damn apocalypse, then... the biker gang?" "Even with the last of the explosives, I'll make them suffer so much they'll remember my name forever!"

"But now, with you and the rest of us in the car, I can't make up my mind, because that kind of decision almost means I'll take you all with me to our deaths!" "Besides, look at the beautiful scenery around us. Compared to Oklahoma, Texas is a paradise; and compared to the other ranches we've passed, the water here is so much better than in the ranches further north!"

"Our area is still too dry, unlike here. Look at those rivers, think about the lakes we just passed. Even without drip irrigation, we can still feed a large area of ​​land with the natural water flowing on the ground. Those are our hopes for the future!"

"With just a little effort, we can have everything we desire here: a stable food supply, a comfortable home, and we'll grow potatoes, spinach, lettuce, and corn, and raise cattle and sheep to make barbecue."

We can...

"Wait, Rudy!"

Just as Rudy finished speaking, in the back seat...

A girl who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old suddenly spoke to Rudy while holding a sniper rifle in her arms.

"You'd better slow down and look to our left, about six or seven hundred meters away. I have a feeling that someone has already planted potatoes on that land you mentioned." As she said this, the woman rolled down the car window and raised her sniper rifle to aim at the farmland.

She assured everyone that she simply didn't have binoculars because their escape from the biker gang's attack was so sudden that they hadn't had time to take many supplies and tools. Little did she know, at the very moment she opened the car window and set up her gun, outside the hall of Gavin Manor...

Gavin and his men, who were putting on their jackets and getting ready to mount their horses, suddenly heard a voice coming from the walkie-talkie.

"Something's wrong, boss. There are sniper rifles sticking out of those two cars. It's an AMM, I recognize those. They're aiming at our farmland!" "Fuck!"

"Fuck your mother!"

"Quickly, tell the farmers to hide behind the excavators!"

As soon as the sentry finished speaking, Gavin's men suddenly became agitated, cursing and shouting. They abruptly changed their plans to ride! Gavin himself was the first to put down his horse's reins and then quickly spoke to his cursing men.

"Fuck you, Eugene, get the men and get the armored vehicles, and hurry!"

"Okay, boss, let's fuck those bastards to death!"

Eugene immediately roared in response and ran towards the garage, with Steve, Old Feng, and the others following behind.

The Gavin warehouse contained a full six civilian armored vehicles and two military armored vehicles; those two good ones were brought back by Sean in his Chinook. And just like that, the men jumped into the armored vehicles and, their faces contorted with rage, charged toward the outpost 2.7 kilometers away.

As they set off, Scarface Barn continued to report over the walkie-talkie.

"Boss, they outnumber us, there look like at least six of them, and they have sniper rifles."

"There are only two of us, and we don't want to engage them for the time being, and they haven't launched an attack on the farmland yet."

"Also, they've slowed down, it seems they've finally noticed the sentry post. Love and I are trying to avoid their line of sight, but they should have seen us!" Scarface Barn said, sounding a little flustered.

He had virtually no experience in gunfights. As for fighting zombies, while that experience would certainly boost his courage, it was different from gunfights. At least in most zombie battles, he didn't need to worry about a random bullet suddenly blowing his head off!

Upon hearing Barn's words, Gavin quickly nodded in response.

"Good job, Barn. Keep hiding and don't fire yet. You're too few in number. Wait until we get there!" "Roger that, boss. They're within 50 meters of me. I'll stay silent for a bit and see if they've really spotted me!" Barn responded, then crouched inside the guard post's cover, holding his gun without moving.

Beside him, Love, who came to Gavin Farm from Ranch 6666, a pure apocalyptic survivor who wasn't a cowboy, was currently making the sign of the cross on his chest while holding a gun! Why was he so nervous?

Stop kidding, reality isn't a game. When both sides have guns, it's hard for non-veterans like Love and Barnes to make up for the numerical disadvantage. Even though they have high ground and powerful weapons like grenades, the enemy also has sniper rifles!

Anyone who has witnessed the power of a sniper rifle firsthand can never be indifferent to it.

Because in the hands of a slightly professional sniper, a sniper rifle at a range of a few hundred meters means instant death if you show your head, with very little chance of resistance! Even the most brazen gangsters, upon seeing a sniper rifle, will instinctively duck and find cover, and this is no joke.

Although their sentry post was covered with a layer of sheet metal, it was still a relatively new post, mostly constructed of wood, and could easily collapse even from a single bump from an enemy pickup truck. If Barnes and Love were the battle-hardened Eugene and Edward, they probably would have started fighting the moment they noticed the sniper rifle aimed at the farmland! But Barnes and Love weren't professional enough, which is why they were mostly assigned to sentry duties—sentry posts don't need fighters, just eyes. And while Barnes and Love hid behind the sentry post, using their observation scopes to watch for vehicles outside...

Or rather, just before Barn gave further updates to the camp and Gavin.

In the back seat of a pickup truck covered in jagged metal welded together, a young girl observed for a moment with a sniper rifle, then looked up with a mixture of disappointment and surprise, and said to Rudy, who was driving, "Rudy, it's not a possibility, there really are people farming there!"

"Good heavens, farming... I even saw some of them smoking cigarettes while bending over and busy with something—maybe weeding, or maybe checking the drip irrigation system?" "That's right, they have drip irrigation, and their farmland is huge, stretching as far as the eye can see. I couldn't see the edge even with a sniper rifle!" "Such a vast area can't possibly be prepared for just a dozen or twenty people. What on earth have we stumbled into? Just looking at the scale of this farmland, I even feel... we're facing hundreds or thousands of people!" "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

No sooner had the girl finished speaking than Rudy, in the driver's seat, roared in denial.

"How could there be hundreds of people? Agatha, you have no idea how difficult it is to recruit people!"

"We've spent six whole weeks and only managed to gather a little over twenty people, less than thirty in total, and we're in the heart of Oklahoma, a densely populated urban area!" "We even put up signs, put up 'GG' stickers, and set up roadblocks, and that's how we found so few people!"

"Hundreds of people...that's an exaggeration, absolutely not..."

"Wait, Rudy, slow down, slow down! There are sentries over there, God, I see they have guns!"

Before Rudy could finish speaking, Joey in the passenger seat yelled and started hitting Rudy's arm.

While patting it, she also pointed with her other finger to the small watchtower more than 400 meters away.

The watchtower appeared to be entirely made of wood, only about two stories high, and looked rather rudimentary.

But with Joey's guidance, Rudy immediately noticed the faint reflection on the watchtower. Was it a telescope or a sight? With these questions in mind, Rudy took a nervous breath.

"Damn it!"

He gripped the steering wheel and said in surprise.

"Besides the farmers tilling the land, they actually set up sentry posts? And in such a rudimentary watchtower?"

"Wait, it doesn't seem too rudimentary. I can see the color of the metal sheet. This watchtower has defensive features, and there's even a machine gun. Holy crap!" Rudy panicked completely when he saw the machine gun.

Everyone is afraid of that thing. Although his pickup truck had just been fitted with sheet metal, if anyone thinks that welding on a layer of sheet metal is enough to deal with a machine gun, then he is doomed! Many people may think that as long as I have a gun, I am invincible, so what is there to be afraid of?

But when you actually have a gun, when you truly realize how easy it is to kill someone, and when you consider the possibility that others might also have guns, the situation becomes one of being caught between a rock and a hard place.

Gavin's watchtower did indeed have a light machine gun, but Barn was terrified of the sniper rifle that flashed past in the pickup truck. He thought that thing could easily take out the machine gunner! And while the pickup truck had a sniper rifle, they didn't have a sniper. The girl holding the sniper rifle was just holding it; although she could shoot and had gone hunting a few times, she wasn't a soldier. She had only killed two people, and that was a week ago when she fought the biker gang!

At that time, although she took down one person with her sniper rifle, she immediately became suppressed by the motorcycle gang's machine guns—and not just one machine gun at that!—because she didn't know how to find good sniping positions or change sniping positions, nor did she know how to pick off enemy fire points or cover her muzzle flash.

God knows how scared she was at that time; not everyone has the experience of being suppressed by crossfire from more than one machine gun.

Faced with that kind of firepower, even battle-hardened soldiers had to grit their teeth and pray to God.

Poor Agatha was only alive thanks to Rudy drawing fire with his rocket launcher; otherwise, the windows and walls in front of her would have been bombarded by heavy machine guns sooner or later. In short, Barnes was afraid of snipers, and Agatha was afraid of machine guns…

Things have entered a bizarre cycle.

About a minute later, Rudy parked the car about twenty meters from the guard post, then pushed open the welded metal window and stuck his head out. "Hi!"

Rudy greeted the quiet sentry.

"Hi everyone, I'm Rudy Ancelotti from Oklahoma. These are my partners; we all came from Oklahoma!" "This is my first time in Texas. I didn't realize you'd already settled down here and even started farming!"

"Good heavens, your potatoes are growing exceptionally well! I absolutely love that potato field! Really, can I meet your boss?" Rudy said quietly, waiting for a response from the sentry.

Behind Rudy's pickup truck, Lexus also rolled down its window, revealing a head with red and black sparse hair.

The young man with medium-length reddish-black hair exhaled the cigarette from his mouth and then spoke to Rudy:

"Hey Rudy, they don't seem to want to talk to us!"

"I saw their farmers all hiding, they're too scared to fight us, and their sentries aren't showing themselves either!" "With them hiding like that, what's the point of talking to them? If you ask me, it's great that they have people farming here. They farm, we shoot, and their land becomes ours!" "We...wait...something's not right, why the hell is there so much dust over there?"

Just as the young man finished speaking, in the distance...

A plume of dust rose directly from the grassland!

That was clearly a convoy, and the convoy didn't take the road; it sped straight across the grassland!

and many more……

What the hell is that an armored vehicle?!

And there's more than one of them!!!