Abyss Express

Chapter 783 CountDown⑦ [Untold Stories·Untold Stories]

Foreword:

The chief tragedy of life is to cease fighting.

"There is a saying in Steel that the main tragedy in life is to stop fighting."

Chief Anto said this, pressed the car start button, and talked about the past with the co-pilot's machine gunner Sula.

He is a 42-year-old middle-aged man from Austria with a wife and daughter. He has a legendary experience of falling to the bottom and climbing to the top. In other words, the resume of every unknown person in the Knife Fighter Group can be turned into a documentary. script.

"Fullmetal Alchemist?" Sura pouted with a smile on her face. Every inch of this 27-year-old girl's skin is covered with tattoos, including her face - every battle group she has ever been to, every battle group she has ever been to. The nicknames and insignias of comrades, dead or alive, are all left on their bodies.

"No." Chief Anto said, "How steel is made."

The Audi RS-E Tron lights up the center console and dashboard. This electric car competed in the Dakar Rally ten years ago. It was also the darkest moment of the underground world. Despite this, Aohen Mingde still did not give up hosting the Luna Cup or this kind of sport that wastes people and money.

If you want to ask what is the essence of sports? Is it faster? higher? Stronger?

Is it humankind’s pursuit of its own limits? Is it the excitement brought by the commercial competition itself?

The answer given by Aohun Mingde may be found in Master Chief Anto.

Holding the steering wheel of this rally car, everything seems to be back on the field again——

——This chief sergeant was once very poor. At the age of thirty-one, he was still working as a taxi driver. To solicit customers on the streets of Paris, you have to endure the beating of the carbon reduction policy of new energy trams, pay more money to buy production tools, and have to face the driverless hammer.

There were still twenty minutes before the departure of the windmill. Machine gunner Miss Sula handed the sergeant the helmet, but asked Mr. Anto to wave his hand to stop it.

"Slow down. Girl, slow down."

Sura shrugged helplessly and took out a commemorative medal from the Luna Cup from his bulletproof armor.

"Okay! It seems that Big Daddy has to tell the story about it raining before the Luna Cup TKO again today! I haven't heard this story for two hours! ~ Hurry! Tell it again to the children!"

"I lost my job and the baby was just born." Antuo told his story as a war cry before departure: "In the Cochin Hospital, the little angel has just come to the world."

"After Korana gave birth, the doctor found me before she could even say a word to me."

"He first asked me, what should I name my daughter?"

"I'm very nervous, it's my first time being a father"

"I said, just call her Vanessa, call her little butterfly!~"

"Just when I was happy, it hadn't been a few minutes."

"The doctor also told me that this girl may not survive for a few weeks because she has a severe Epstein-Barr virus infection."

Epstein-Barr virus is an occasional disease among children with low immunity. Adults can also be infected, but because the immune system is sufficient to resist this salivary and blood-borne herpes virus, most of them are recessive.

"I still don't know what that means, really, I don't."

"The doctor said that Vanessa would spend her last few weeks in an incubator and that maybe we both had the virus and passed it on to the baby."

"She would have persistent fevers and difficulty breathing, which can be fatal in infants and young children."

"I don't know what to do, but it must cost a lot of money. It must cost a lot of money."

“You can’t make that much money from taxis—”

Antuo patted the steering wheel gently, his eyes getting hotter.

"——I must find a way to get the money."

"What to do? Rob a bank? Get a gun, point it at the president's head and say, give me the money! I have a daughter, and she's dying! She's dying!"

"What should I do?! What should I do?"

"I love racing, I know that, and I know that I can only get this money if I put my life on the line."

“I’m going to the Dakar, through desert, mud, over rocks and trees.”

"I like driving and I love my job -"

"-I almost tore the car to pieces trying to pass the rules of the Amaury Sports organizer."

"Thank God, this race does not require a super license. It gives everyone a chance to make a name for themselves. The only thing to consider is whether they can survive this race. I can't guarantee that this machine can finish the race." One stage, but I have no other choice.”

"It's like you've encountered a problem that you can't solve in life. It's a terrifying and powerful enemy."

"You can't surrender, you have to keep fighting."

"Displacement, suspension, brakes, organizers' standards are always so strict, but Dakar welcomes me, it calls me."

“There’s only one navigator left to get me to this stage.”

Sura: "Ha! It's finally my turn?"

"A sixteen-year-old flower girl?" Antuo stretched out his hand, and Sula held Big Daddy's hand tightly. "How many curves can she remember? How many flying slopes? How many slope tops can she remember? As long as the hourly wage is six euros, she is willing to accompany me on the track - she seems not afraid of death, she seems crazy."

Sura replied in vain: "I just think life is too boring, there is nothing new in the game library of XGP - it just so happens that a scraggly uncle with a beard who is about to go crazy seems to be going to risk his life! Ha! How can I miss such a thing?"

"Our first game." Anto continued: "After only 13 kilometers, this Hyundai broke down. Its engine caught fire and the turbine became a pressure relief device - the motor that controls the movable valve sucked too much smoke and burned out."

"In my opinion, it's because your running method is too conservative. You ran behind the broken windmill on the tour practice track and didn't dare to lead the way." Sura said contemptuously: "Inhaling other people's tail flow and eating other people's exhaust gas, it would be strange if your broken car didn't have problems!"

Sura's expression became gentle, and he sighed again: "I remember that your hands were all blood."

"That was the gear lever. I crushed it. I was too nervous." Sergeant Anto replied.

Sura: "Are you sure that's the gear lever?"

Anto: "What else is that?"

Sura: "That's your broken home, and your wife says you're crazy."

"Hahahaha! You're right, Miss Sura!" Sergeant Anto continued to tell the story of racing: "I was almost forced into a dead end, but the fat man found us. Antonio is the mechanic of the McLaren team. He knows how well I run and how fast I ran these 13 kilometers."

Sura tilted his head and stuffed gum into his mouth: "He can't ignore a father's determination."

"I got a new car, a brand new Audi RS - it's the electric car I hate the most, the gear position is not clear enough, and the chassis is a piece of sticky shit. Although I hate it in every way, I have to keep running, I can fix it."

Anto looked at the medal of honor of the Dakar Rally. This story is a fairy tale.

Getting private sponsorship from the McLaren team mechanic is like an unknown driver suddenly receiving a reward from a top brother, which makes him run faster and more steadily.

The Dakar Rally is an extreme test for most racers, and this kind of racing is fatal.

Whether it is for cars or people, every year there are drivers who die halfway through the stage due to various accidents. The cause of death is not limited to mechanical accidents, and heat stroke can also kill people.

The Paris suburbs welcome all amateurs, and it is also a car endurance race. At the beginning, Mr. Anto did not intend to run the whole course. He hoped that someone would see him and that someone would discover his talent through this 13-kilometer tour practice course - trying his best to get on the real track.

He did it and earned enough money with Miss Sura, but this story is just the beginning.

He got the fastest time in the fourth and fifth stages. The yellow sandy environment was like the rainy and foggy streets of Paris. He often drove the airport ramp to pick up intercity long-distance passengers. After gradually mastering the rhythm of the game, under the harsh conditions of obstructed vision, Anto almost merged with the car and was least affected by the environment.

He saved his daughter with this skill and temporarily won a point in the boxing match with life.

But he did not stop and continued to race on the field.

In the third year, in the fifth stage of Borg Oise, the 34-year-old rally driver rushed into the field and then stepped on a landmine.

Yes, you heard it right. Like the cause of death of another French truck driver in 1996, it is not uncommon to step on a landmine left in the war zone in the wild during a rally. It happened once, and there will be a second and third time.

Mr. Anto lost his navigator and became a half-dead disabled person.

Miss Sura had returned to her hometown in Italy to make a living. When she learned the bad news about the accident of her father, she had warned Anto several times - rally is very dangerous, and the god of death often wanders around the track, randomly selecting a few talented God's favorites, and lightly swinging his knife to take them away.

This kind of luck is a gift from God to you, and you can't always rely on luck to escape the scythe of the god of death.

But Anto lost himself in racing. He originally thought that as long as he could make money to treat his daughter's illness, then it seemed that nothing would be a problem - Dakar responded to him, but only once.

He has won the first place in four stages of Dakar. It seems that there is an invisible hand in the dark, controlling his steering wheel, stepping on the accelerator and pulling the gear lever for him, completing these actions that are difficult for ordinary people to do for him, and helping him to cross one sharp corner after another - that is his spiritual energy slowly awakening, and he is about to become an insect egg.

But this time, his spiritual light seems to be ineffective.

He rushed into the fields without any hindrance. In the wind and rain, he seemed to be unable to see or feel anything. The familiar road became unfamiliar.

When the fire truck arrived, Mr. Anto, who was unable to move and had a comminuted fracture of his right leg, was crying bitterly while holding the body of his navigator brother - he said it more than once.

I really deserve to die, I really deserve to die.

I really deserve to die, I really deserve to die.

Blood and tears may need to be mentioned in a few words. Those were the darkest six years in Anto's life -

- Everyone is paying attention to the beautiful legend of Dakar.

How did a taxi driver become a professional racing driver? What can a father do for his children?

These beautiful stories always make people yearn for them and attract reporters. But when he fell to pieces, those burning eyes turned into thousands of cold arrows piercing his heart.

For six years, Antuo never got up again. He was almost completely defeated. Watching his opponents in the same stage constantly improving their results, it seemed that the hobby of racing was gradually getting further and further away from him.

There was no passion in his life. He returned to the taxi and avoided the most important right leg. He switched to an automatic tram. He no longer had to work hard to fill the oil with heel and toe, and he no longer had to consider the strength of downshifting and braking. .

He began to sleep like a dead man -

——When his wife Korana discovered this, it was the moment Anto walked to the bed and knelt on the edge of the bed and fell asleep. Korana suddenly woke up from a state of horror with cold sweat on her head. She thought her husband sick.

The Epstein-Barr virus came to Antuo again, but this time, he got sick himself.

His old injuries refused to heal, his immune system crashed several times a month, and he was increasingly covered in rashes and red spots—the disease was slowly destroying him.

He went back and forth several times, going back and forth to various hospitals, but the acne did not get better. Finally one day——

——The invitation letter to the Luna Cup Endurance Race found him, it was a ticket.

Miss Sula followed Antuo to this stage, and came to the gifts that Ao Mingde had prepared for all living beings.

"From the beginning, what I am best at is endurance racing." Anto held up the mini gold cup statue on the steering wheel. It was his first participation in the Luna Cup four years ago. The theme of the cup was the wonderful journey of [penance], "BOSS When it comes to finding a driver, he’s the right guy.”

The panacea cured his EB virus and Vita Brand, allowing this vehicle-specialized psyker to once again see the aura of life and the Morpho butterfly in his soul.

Two times before and after, namely the 2029 Best Luna Cup Ascetic Finals and this year's Best Luna Cup Survival Finals - Master Chief Anto drove his car and picked up his teammates to take the gold cup back. Entering District 43, he is the most professional rally driver in the underground world and an important backbone of the local war group.

As long as you encounter bad roads and long-distance extreme driving, almost no one can survive Sergeant Anto at this specific stage. Once upon a time, he was an honest man on the road that no car dared to overtake - no matter it was the Dakar on the ground. It is still the underground Adulis. These places where dreams come true have forged countless Anto. With the experience of sports events, countless ordinary people like him who were originally unknown can also become mentally tough warriors.

Whenever the regiment needs to be put to the test, marching rapidly in the mountains and fields, taking elite soldiers to remote and wild places without the care of railways, Sergeant Major Anto is the best driver. Thumb's driving skills are good enough, but not that strong in stamina.

These two Luna Gold Cups confirm the history of mankind. Cars are more than just a tool for people. Places other than railways, the highest mountain in the world, are no match for human legs, and the most distant road is no match for them. You can ask the car to take you there.

"It's off!" Chief Anto said, "I remember."

Sura shouted: "All oil, all oil, all oil!~"

Chief Anto: "I remember this feeling"

The tram was silent as it started, and it entered the dark wilderness road. Perhaps there was no road at all.

Antuo said to the car radio: "This time it's my turn to break the wind for you, follow closely! Anonymous!"

Tianshu's special operations team has dealt a heavy blow to Judah's spiritual world.

They walked very far, and the sharp-knife team entered the hinterland of Fufeng Mountain and drove straight in to break through the Yellow Dragon——

——It is completely light.

The second motor vehicle, fully fueled and fully charged, followed the vehicle in front. The driver was Jiang Xueming.

There are six other all-terrain rally vehicles in the team. They are veterans of the previous Luna Cup stages. They are either sergeants of the legion or waiters with multiple roles.

Under the influence of harsh terrain in windy and rainy weather, the nameless decapitation elites do not need to think about how to avoid muddy pits. Even if the windshield is covered by rain and gravel, as long as there is a pilot car leading the team, Xueming only needs to follow the taillights of the car in front. He can face the enemy with full energy.

These six rally wheels took turns, swapping shifts in pairs. As pathfinders and navigators, they had to cross 280 kilometers of wilderness in four hours, and cut down the Danqiu Kingdom's administrative division before Judah could react. The head of the center, this will be the final battle, and it is also Wumingshi’s usual fighting style. After breaking through the death door of Maling Township——

- All that remains is execution by beheading.