My Doomsday Train

Level 2 Auxiliary Universal Wheel?

Chen Mang listened to this new name in his mind without much thought, but pressed his body tightly against the iron skin of the carriage.

At this moment, no one cared about the bumps of the train, nor did anyone care about the foul smell inside the train.

Everyone was in a state of extreme panic.

Survive.

This was the only thought in the minds of everyone present.

No!

We can't just sit here and wait for death!

Chen Mang closed his eyes tightly, and possibilities kept flashing in his mind.

After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Old Zhu beside him, and said in a low voice, "This train has 9 carriages."

"The first carriage is the engine, and the seventh, eighth, and ninth carriages are slave carriages."

"Didn't you just say the train wasn't flexible enough?"

"If we can find a way to get to the engine in the first carriage, and then disconnect it from all the other remaining carriages, and then you drive the train, haven't you been a deputy train captain before? You should know how to drive a train, right."

"No!"

Old Zhu denied the suggestion almost without any thought, shaking his head with an extremely pale face and a hoarse voice, "All trains are bound to the train captain.

Only the train captain has the authority to drive the train.

Even if we break into the driver's cab, we won't be able to take over this train, let alone control it."

"But—"

"Brother Mang, your suggestion is very good.

If we disconnect from all the carriages, it's really like installing a universal wheel on the first carriage, giving us another chance to escape."

"I just hope the train captain of this train doesn't think of this."

The two looked at each other, their faces not very good.

Obviously.

If the train captain thought of this, then they would immediately become abandoned children.

However, Chen Mang immediately stood up, preparing to walk towards the sixth carriage, while muttering in a low voice with a grim expression, "Then we have to go to the first carriage first.

Follow me."

The next moment—

Before the two could make any move.

"Clang, clang!"

Several metallic collision sounds suddenly came from outside the window, and then they felt the train's speed begin to slow down rapidly.

"Huff."

Chen Mang took a deep breath, took out the last somewhat wrinkled cigarette that Old Zhu gave him from his pocket, lit it on the straw mat in the chaotic carriage, and then exhaled a puff of smoke, holding the GLS pistol in his hand, his face calmly waiting for the arrival of judgment.

Death was definitely inevitable.

They had been abandoned.

He didn't hate the train captain, after all, if he were in the train captain's position, he would do the same, but he just hated the train captain for not being ambitious enough.

When stationed in the mine, did the person detecting the surrounding information slack off and fall asleep?

Why was it only discovered after the zombie horde encirclement had formed?

How precious could a little bit of resource be that they were unwilling to build even a level 2 auxiliary universal wheel?

So many slaves, aren't they worth more than a level 2 auxiliary universal wheel?

Just—

Chen Mang held the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, cocked the pistol in his hand, stepped on the bodies of the slaves in the carriage, and strode to the iron gate, suddenly pulling down the iron gate next to it, and immediately—

You couldn't see the end at all, you could only smell the almost fainting foul smell, and the dense, densely packed zombies rushing towards the train with hideous faces one after another.

"It's really unfair."

Chen Mang murmured at the scene in front of him.

In the past, he had also read doomsday novels.

After those people traveled through time, they initially only faced one or two zombies.

Why did he face this level of zombie horde as soon as he traveled through time?

This didn't give anyone a way out at all.

Who could survive this level of zombie horde?

But.

Even if he died, he would have to drag a few down with him!

The next moment!

"Bang!"

Along with a gunshot, a zombie that pounced towards Chen Mang from the zombie horde had a large blood hole in its head, and then its body smashed to the ground from the air, and was quickly stepped on by the zombies behind, disappearing without a trace.

This was the first zombie he killed.

It wasn't that his marksmanship was accurate.

He had never used a gun before.

It was entirely because his gun barrel was almost stuffed into the zombie's mouth.

The distance was close enough, and everyone was a gun god.

However, the physical strength of these zombies didn't seem to be very good.

A pistol bullet could almost directly blow their heads off at close range.

If he encountered a single zombie, an adult man could completely cope with it.

If there was no infectious toxicity, he could even deal with three or five without any problems.

Just—

He couldn't stand the number like locusts.

"Bang, bang!"

The gunshots continued to ring out, and Chen Mang gradually became more and more comfortable.

He quickly emptied a magazine.

He wasn't very clear about how many zombies died.

It was too chaotic.

He only knew that his bullets had been shot into the zombie horde, but he didn't know how many he had killed.

And at this time.

The speed had gradually begun to slow down, which meant that there were not many opportunities left for him to shoot.

Chen Mang sped up his movements, removed the pistol magazine, and loaded the brass bullets in his pocket one by one.

Before he died, it wouldn't hurt to take one more away.

Just then—

In the carriage, a slave suddenly rushed over, kneeling at Chen Mang's feet with a face full of fear, his voice trembling urgently and with a cry, "Brother, can you give me a shot?

I want to die a little faster.

I don't want to die in the mouth of a zombie."

"No."

Chen Mang indifferently said while quickly filling his magazine with bullets, "There are a limited number of bullets.

Kill a few more zombies, so it's more worthwhile to die."

Not only here.

He could hear bursts of rapid gunshots from next door.

The thugs in the sixth carriage had also been abandoned, and were now struggling to death before their death.

"I, I..."

The man kneeling on the ground raised his head and looked at Chen Mang, his face gradually becoming ferocious, and he roared with blue veins all over his neck, "Even this request you want to refuse me?"

"I just want to die a little faster, can't I?!"

"All are..."

Then, the man suddenly jumped up halfway through his words and pounced towards Chen Mang, his target pointing directly at the pistol in Chen Mang's hand.

However.

Chen Mang dodged the man's pounce sideways, looked at the man standing at the train door who hadn't retracted his strength, and without hesitation, kicked him out with a sudden kick.

The man fell into the zombie horde.

The ear-piercing sound of fear sharply cut through the sky, but soon the sound stopped abruptly.