My Doomsday Train

The enemy-seeking radar's screen showed that these survivors were hiding in a train carriage?

...

Chen Mang's expression became slightly strange. To call it a train carriage was really just one carriage and a locomotive. The external armor was tattered. His enemy-seeking radar could obtain information about other trains within range.

According to the information he received.

This train was basically on the verge of being scrapped. It was already unable to start normally, and the integrity of the various installed parts had basically dropped to below 10%. This was already a state where it could not be used normally.

And this train was currently stuck in a pond.

Normally speaking.

Deep in the ruins of 'Taiping City,' ordinary trains couldn't enter. Everyone could only drive the trains to the outskirts of Taiping City, and then let the thugs go in to search for survivors and supplies. This train was able to appear here...

If there were no accidents, it might have been swept into the air by the tornado in the wasteland a few days ago and fallen here.

After relaying the order to Biaozi and the others.

"Boom!"

A year after the apocalypse, it had been left unmaintained. Although it had not completely dried up, the water level had indeed dropped somewhat.

Several completely rotten corpses floated on the surface of the water, emitting an extremely foul smell, and the black pond water was even more difficult to approach.

"Damn it!"

Inside the train, a man was cursing angrily in a low voice. Why was he so unlucky these days? It was already frustrating enough that Ji Chuchu couldn't be sold, but a few days ago, he had a stroke of bad luck and was directly blown into the air by a tornado.

Dizzy and disoriented, he passed out on the spot.

When he woke up again.

The train only had one carriage left, and it was located deep in a muddy pond in the ruins of Taiping City. The train could be said to be almost completely scrapped and completely unable to start again.

You should know that without the protection of the train, how could he face those ferocious monsters?

He didn't dare to leave the pond and go to other places in the ruins of Taiping City. At least it was a safe location here. After observing for the past few days, he found that those zombies and zombie wolves didn't dare to go into the water. This could barely be considered a safe place.

It's just that the food stored in the train had been completely eaten. Those carriages containing the food production components had long been swept away, leaving only Slave Carriage No. 2.

However, there weren't many slaves left either. Many slaves had died in the violent shaking, and those who were still alive were basically seriously injured.

Everyone was in a half-dead state.

"No!"

A fierce look flashed in the man's eyes. He poked his head out of the carriage and looked around. Continuing like this would definitely lead to death. He had to find a way to get some food.

Just then—

"Hmm?"

The man suddenly froze in place. He seemed to vaguely see several motorcycles raising dust behind them on the edge of the pond, constantly crossing obstacles and approaching him.

Are these people crazy?

Dare to act like this in the ruins of Taiping City? And where did you get the off-road motorcycles from? ! !

He looked at this scene with some uncertainty. If they were ordinary survivors, they would definitely not dare to be so arrogant. These people were probably thugs sent out by a Level 3 train to search for survivors.

The other party was very likely here to investigate his train trapped in the pond.

If he waved, the other party would definitely save him, but in the future, he could only live under someone else's roof and become a slave.

He used to be a train captain in charge of more than a hundred people, so naturally he was unwilling to live under someone else's roof and be at someone else's beck and call, but if he hid and didn't show up, there was no food left. If he was trapped like this, he would die sooner or later.

After a brief hesitation.

The man took a deep breath and quickly made a decision. He took off his coat and held it over his head, and drilled out of the carriage, using almost all his strength to roar: "Help, help! ! !"

Just survive first.

He can always find a chance later.

The next moment—

"Roar!"

Perhaps it was because the sound was too loud, seven or eight Level 2 zombie wolves that were sleeping in the distant building ruins roared and came out, their eyes red as they stared straight at Biaozi and his group who had just parked their off-road motorcycles.

The saliva flowing from their fangs dripped on the ground, blurring out the taste of death.

Approaching step by step.

A great battle was about to break out.

...

Biaozi rode on the off-road motorcycle, propped one foot on the ground, and looked vigilantly at the approaching group of zombie wolves not far away. The blade fragments were tightly held in his hand. Although he was a little nervous, he was still in control.

At the same time, he frowned and glanced at the train in the pond, and the corpses floating on the surface of the pond water, which had swelled several times and exuded a putrid smell, and couldn't help twitching his nose.

This smell.

Strong enough.

This pond water is probably almost a virus incubator. It's really a bit difficult to bring this group of people out of the train.

Just then!

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! !"

Several sounds of the air being torn apart suddenly sounded in the ears of Biaozi and the others. Eight crossbow bolts were shot from a distance, and with the speed of lightning, they heavily nailed those zombie wolves to the ground.

Five zombie wolves died on the spot without even letting out a scream. The remaining three zombie wolves quickly stopped moving after struggling for a few breaths.

...

Biaozi looked back at the Stellaris train that had climbed onto the rooftop of a thirty-six-story building not far away, and was slightly stunned before smiling. This remote fire support really gave him a full sense of security.

He had also worked as a thug on other trains before.

But no previous field mission had ever given him such a sense of security as he had now.

There were motorcycle off-road vehicles as transportation, Tenglong assault rifles, blade fragments as weapons, enemy-seeking radar and cluster thinking to directly provide detailed and comprehensive enemy information, and the train provided remote fire support.

Compared with the treatment of his previous thugs, it was completely one in the sky and one on the ground.

Pure dimensionality reduction strike.

The Stellaris train currently has eleven carriages. The rooftop of that high-rise building cannot fully accommodate eleven carriages, so three carriages are hanging in the air, perpendicular to the ground, clinging to the wall.

It looks like it has an indescribable sense of wasteland aesthetics.

Then he looked at the carriage exposed on the surface of the pond in the center of the pond and began to think about how to bring this group of people back.

Minor external injuries are not a problem. The Stellar train has excellent means of treating external injuries now, even to the point of limb regeneration. But this dark, murky pool water, if any wound touches it, will almost certainly lead to severe infection. Whether you survive depends on fate.

Biaozi scanned the surroundings and quickly came up with a solution.

Ten minutes later.

Two tree trunks by the pond were sawn down by Biaozi and others using vehicle blade fragments and pushed into the pond, creating a slightly crude wooden bridge.

These two tree trunks connected the pond shore and the train, which was exposed on the surface.

Soon.

Many survivors crawled out of the train and onto the tree trunks, their whole bodies prone on the trunks, moving slowly and laboriously.

When all the survivors had reached the shore.

The Stellar train had already traveled to the shore without anyone noticing.

Chen Mang, sitting in front of the console, noticed Ji Chuchu in the crowd at a glance. Although her hair was disheveled and her makeup was long gone, her basic features were still good.

In addition, there were several other women of good quality.

They were all minor celebrities in this world.

It's just that Ji Chuchu was more famous and more popular.

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"Very good."

Chen Mang nodded slightly. These were all scarce resources.

Immediately afterward, Lao Zhu walked out of the train and strode to Biaozi's side, saying in a deep voice, "I'll take these celebrities. Master Mang told me to take them to the fighter carriage and have someone clean them up. You take the rest to the last carriage."

"Understood."

"Oh, right." Lao Zhu pointed to the man next to him, who was wearing a flattering smile, and said casually, "You're the train conductor of this train, right?"

"Yes, yes."

"Kill him."

"Ah?"

The man's body froze in place, and fear instantly filled his nerves. Just as he was about to get up and escape, he suddenly felt a darkness in front of him, and viscous blood slid into his eye sockets. As his consciousness gradually blurred, his body could no longer stand, and he fell headlong to the ground.

His last thought before death was.

We even met at the gathering last time, have you forgotten?

We even had some acquaintance.

"."

Biaozi, who had carried out the execution, took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as much as possible, but his index finger was still trembling slightly.

"What's wrong with you?"

Lao Zhu, who was already preparing to leave, noticed this scene of Biaozi and was slightly puzzled: "Have you suddenly converted to Buddhism? Do you have a psychological aversion to killing people?"

"This person is the train conductor. Master Mang would definitely not allow someone who had once served as a train conductor to become a slave on the Stellar train."

"A person who has served as a train conductor will not be willing to be in a lower position and will definitely engage in petty actions in the future."

"In the wilderness."

"For all trains, whether they are captured or annexed, the train conductors are bound to die, and anyone who finds out that a slave has ever served as a train conductor will also be killed. Isn't this already a common practice?"

Biaozi squeezed out an ugly smile, shaking his head bitterly and said, "Alas, of course I know this. He is Ji Chuchu's agent. When my mother was still alive, she especially liked this young man. It feels like killing my own mother's idol, so I feel a little emotional."

"Is that so? Someone would actually like an agent?"

Lao Zhu didn't think much about it, just waved his hand casually: "Next time there is such a situation, just let your subordinates do it. Even in the apocalypse, you can't force people to kill their own mother's idol, right?"

"But this is also good."

"Since your mother likes this kid, it's good to send this kid down to accompany your mother. Then Auntie won't be alone."

"Calm down your emotions. There are still tasks to be carried out later. Don't delay the progress."

"Don't worry, Car Chief Zhu, there won't be any problems."

"Huff."

Looking at Lao Zhu's departing back, Biaozi took a deep breath and looked down at the corpse lying in the pool of blood. He had served as a train conductor several times before. This was his biggest secret within the Stellar train, and this secret must not be discovered.

He used to have a fluke, thinking that even if this secret was leaked, Master Mang would see his loyalty and wouldn't kill him, right?

Now it seems.

This secret still cannot be exposed. In the wilderness, no one can tolerate their subordinates having been train conductors. This is almost a ticking time bomb.

And he cannot prove that he will never explode.

Since ancient times, self-proving has been difficult.

The best way is to hide this bomb and let no one know that this bomb exists.

He subconsciously glanced at Hei Hao and another brother who had been following him. This secret was only known to these two brothers of his, and no one else knew.

"Brother."

Hei Hao instantly understood the meaning in Biaozi's eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "You can't, right?"

"Cough."

Biaozi coughed lightly, trying to cover up his embarrassment, patted Hei Hao on the shoulder: "What are you thinking about? You're distracted, aren't you? Quickly take all these survivors to the carriage."

"We still have to go to the next area to continue searching for survivors."

"Don't think wildly, we will always be brothers."

With "Enemy Detection Radar" as support, and the Stellar train having "Spider Legs", it can almost travel in most parts of the Taiping City ruins.

As darkness fell.

This rescue of survivors can be considered over.

Different survivors have different emotional reactions when they are found, but no one cares.

No one cares what these survivors think at all.

They were all stuffed into the carriage.

As of nightfall, they had searched the western suburban ruins of Taiping City. Except for some locations that were impossible to enter, most of the hidden survivors were rescued.

The survivors who can hide and survive until now are basically in extremely hidden locations.

Like those hiding in air-raid shelters, they really couldn't break through the steel doors from the outside if they didn't open the doors from the inside. If the other party didn't want to come out, they left.

And in this day, a total of 289 survivors were found.

"."

At this time, it was already dark, and the Stellar train was parked in the wilderness outside the ruins of Taiping City for repairs, and Chen Mang was frowning slightly in the train head, counting today's gains.

Nearly 300 more slaves.

This harvest is very good, and production efficiency will be greatly improved.

But.

After all, it is a city. He searched a suburb and only found so few people?

Did everyone else die?

Is this mortality rate a bit too high?

He also controlled the train to go to the library and scavenged a lot of paper materials, which also gave him a better understanding of this world. This city, not counting the floating population, has a resident population of millions.

As a result, the apocalypse only descended for a year, and they are basically all dead?