My Doomsday Train

Meanwhile, outside the train, three of the ten thugs on patrol were huddled in a corner, whispering and discussing something.

Mang Ye had allowed the ten of them to choose their own leader.

They had already chosen one: the burly man in the middle of the three, a man with thick, corded muscles and a scar across his face, who looked like trouble.

The three of them knew each other. They had originally been thugs on another train, but when they went out to collect supplies, they encountered monsters and fled in panic, only to be captured by Kun Ye and enslaved. This time, after being selected by Mang Ye to become thugs, they were naturally made the head of the other thugs, with the support of his two original underlings.

However, they had only just been chosen and hadn't had time to report this to Mang Ye.

"Brother Biao."

A skinny boy beside him glanced at the train with a worried expression, then leaned closer to Brother Biao and whispered, "Are we still running? The current trainmaster looks younger than me. Can we rely on him?"

Their original plan was to find a way to escape when Kun Ye's train went to some city ruins, and they had been keeping a low profile for this purpose, but they didn't expect plans to change so quickly.

Kun Ye had suddenly become Mang Ye.

And the three of them had been selected to become thugs.

"Run?"

The burly man called Brother Biao hesitated slightly. They were already thugs now, and he was even a small leader. To put it bluntly, he was like the third-in-command of the train.

Should they still run?

The whole world had become like this. Where could they run to? Even if they ran back to their original train, he would only be an ordinary thug, with no status or power.

Of course, the original train had more than thirty thugs and was already a Level 2 train, much larger and safer than Mang Ye's train.

He had originally been a construction foreman, leading a group of brothers who did manual labor and were all strong.

After the apocalypse arrived,

after a period of panicked flight for survival, he was lucky enough to obtain a 'Train Token'. He had many brothers, more than thirty people, and he also had ambitions to build an absolutely safe train.

As a result,

This time, he did manage to upgrade to Level 2, but he was almost completely wiped out in a zombie tide. In the end, only the three of them escaped. Since then, he had completely given up on his dream of becoming a trainmaster. Not everyone is suitable to be a trainmaster.

For people like them, the best destination might be to follow a strong enough trainmaster and become a thug.

Later, they had followed several other trainmasters, but in the end, they were either annexed or destroyed.

"…"

Brother Biao's face was tangled as he pondered for a long time without speaking. At first, he planned to escape on Kun Ye's train because the slave treatment was too low, and they certainly didn't want to be slaves, but there was no hope of rising.

He couldn't even get in touch with the trainmaster and deputy trainmaster.

As for talking to the thugs, that was purely because he felt he wasn't getting beaten enough.

But now…

He had become a 'thug leader' on Mang Ye's train. To put it bluntly, this was the highest rank he had ever held. Even if he ran, he could only continue to hide in the city ruins or become a thug again. It wouldn't be better than now.

What's more, although Mang Ye was young, he was quite decisive and stable in his actions. From the beginning in the No. 7 slave carriage, when Mang Ye suddenly killed someone, he could see that this person was sensible. At the time, it seemed like just a matter of a straw mat, but in fact, that was just the beginning.

Moreover, he had great ambition. Even as a slave, he wanted to occupy the best position in the carriage. In fact, if Mang Ye hadn't occupied that straw mat in the first place, none of the later things would have happened.

What's more—

Brother Biao looked down at the 'Soaring Dragon Assault Rifle' in his hand. This thing couldn't be made by a Level 1 train. He had been a trainmaster for a short time, so he knew very well what a Level 1 train could make.

This wasn't stolen from Kun Ye's train either, otherwise it wouldn't have been possible to hurt Kun Ye.

Mang Ye had his own opportunities.

In the wilderness, an excellent trainmaster must meet one of three conditions.

First, have ability.

Anyone can become a trainmaster with good luck, but that doesn't mean that the trainmaster has ability. He had met many trainmasters who had no overall view, and even some who didn't want women to be slaves and made all women their harems, resulting in extremely slow resource collection and self-destruction.

Second, have opportunity.

Even without any ability, as long as the opportunity is sufficient, you can pick up a 'vehicle part' blueprint of sufficient grade just by walking around. Then even a brainless idiot can live a good life for a while.

Third, have methods.

If you don't have enough methods, you won't manage at all, and you won't even know if you've been hollowed out. Then it's only a matter of time before the people below rebel or run away with resources.

It is enough to have any one of these points, and Mang Ye seems to have all three. There is no need to say more about his ability. His opportunity can be seen from the assault rifle in his hand and the blood basin mouth with countless gears on the train head. Although he doesn't know what it is, it must be a vehicle part of no low grade.

As for methods, from his performance in the slave carriage at the beginning, he knew that with this kind of person in charge, it would be difficult for the people below to rebel, and they wouldn't dare to rebel.

Any budding signs will be nipped in the bud.

After careful analysis,

Mang Ye may be the most qualified trainmaster they have ever met. After thinking for a long time, Brother Biao took a deep breath and looked up at the two workers who had been with him for a long time. When he saw the look in their eyes, he was slightly stunned, and then he couldn't help but laugh and scold.

"Damn!"

"What you two are saying and what you are thinking are completely different."

Although the two of them were asking him whether to run, the expression in their eyes clearly showed that they didn't want to run. Obviously, the two of them also felt that following Mang Ye was very good.

"Hehe…"

The skinny black boy who spoke first hugged the assault rifle in his arms somewhat awkwardly: "Brother Biao, look, this is a fully automatic rifle. We used to have only small pistols. When we went out to collect supplies and slaves, we had to run if we encountered a little danger."

"Now that we have this thing, we are not afraid of ten or eight zombies at all."

"In the apocalypse,"

"what is everyone looking for? Isn't it just a little sense of security and a better life?"

"With this thing in hand, the sense of security is soaring."

"But Brother Biao, don't worry, we both listen to you. As long as you say run, we will definitely still run with you."