Armored train in the apocalypse

Chapter 100 Survivors
'Ha, you're not giving me any face.'

Su Huan put down the salted duck egg in his other hand and glanced at Yu Yue behind the cabinet without making a sound. "The daughter's debts will be repaid by the mother."

Yu Yue panicked for a moment when his gaze swept over her, but then she thought that since he had already bullied her, what else could she possibly lose?

It's just the same old tricks over and over again.

She's immune to all poisons now!

Thinking this, the aunt immediately regained her composure, lowered her eyelids, and deliberately avoided looking at him.

"Maybe he forgot. Quickly take a look at the contents. If there are no problems, then we should start preparing in this direction."

Yu Jing urged from the side, her eyes revealing excitement.

They are like innovators who wait for others to recognize their great achievements.

Seeing the mother and daughter's expressions, Su Huan was inwardly amused and exasperated.

OK OK.

I was so busy dealing with He Jie that I forgot to deal with the two of you.

Su Huan thought maliciously as he opened the plan in his hand.

I was about to spray it when I saw the words on it and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

The first one is still based on armor modification, but this time the focus is on lightweighting and expansion.

The new armor was made from Tier 1 lightweight steel plates, and with the same thickness, it weighed half as much as the original.

Whether it was the ammunition depot that inspired her, she planned to add that kind of soft glass inside the new armor, which can be understood as a sandwich biscuit. When the armor-piercing projectile penetrates the outer armor, the high temperature will soften the glass, and then the bullet will be like hitting a pool of water, with its power being quickly consumed, making it unable to penetrate the inner armor.

Then some glass flowed out of the hole, solidified upon cooling, and filled the bullet hole.

hiss……

It must be said that this is a very feasible idea.

This series of operations greatly improved the bulletproof performance of the entire train while reducing its weight by half. On a forty-plus armed train, that's a reduction of several thousand tons of burden.

This indirectly increases load capacity and power.

Yu Jing still didn't give up on her second-floor carriage, but this time she had a more complete plan.

First, expand the carriages on a small scale, such as her carriage number 10.

The plan is to expand upwards to create a second floor, similar to a sightseeing carriage, and then build a covered walkway between these expanded carriages.

This creates a rooftop passageway, preventing passengers from having to crawl back from inside the carriage in an emergency.

It must be said that this design perfectly struck a chord with Su Huan.

He had previously avoided going to the back carriages, mainly because he didn't trust other passengers and wanted to avoid being surrounded by a large group of people when he was vulnerable.

Only when I have a reliable helper by my side will I occasionally back down.

Now his activity space is generally limited to the first 18 periods.

With this two-level walkway, the speed would be significantly faster, whether moving to the rear or front of the vehicle for repositioning or going to the garage.

In addition, everyone has more space to move around on weekdays.

Next are some functional additions, such as full vehicle monitoring, unified control of the entire vehicle's power, a large 3D printer, an oxygen generator, a bullet production line, a vehicle balance system, a medical compartment, aerial fire support, a fully enclosed compartment, energy storage weapons, magnetic levitation, a full-vehicle bio-power generation film, and a mecha modification compartment...

"and many more--"

Su Huan frowned, feeling as if he had missed something.

I watched it again.

Ah, that's right.

Suddenly the art style just felt off.

At first, it was quite serious, listing specific renovation plans, design drawings, material lists, and construction period forecasts. But then it started to go wild, bringing up all sorts of abstract things.

Su Huan pointed to the list, which contained terms like "air support" and "mechs" that sounded like the wild fantasies of a war fanatic, and looked at Yu Jing questioningly, "Isn't this a bit too... crazy?"

Upon hearing this, the people around who were engrossed in their meals looked over curiously.

They were very curious about what kind of plan could make someone as obviously abnormal as Su Huan feel crazy.

Today, Yu Jing wore a black strapless top with a stiff denim jacket over it. With her arms crossed, the calmness in her eyes transformed into an aggressive and intense heat.

"This idea suddenly popped into my head last night while I was rushing to finish the blueprints. You know how that kind of urge is. I didn't want such a great idea to stay in my head for too long, so I wrote it down all at once. Although we can't finish it right now, I still wanted to show it to you. I hope you can remember what it looks like and then guide the armored train in that direction..."

Yu Jing was in a state of mind like a man discussing matters of national importance; she exuded a confidence that would compel anyone passing by to stop and listen to her say a few words.

'She's changed, she's changed again; Yu Jing's demeanor has changed once more.'

Xiao Ba chewed on a spoon, its eyes, hidden beneath its wispy hair, curiously darting between Su Huan and Yu Jing.

Su always made the decisions on the train.

Unexpectedly, Sister Yu Jing was the first brave person to challenge the authority of the train conductor.

Su Huan stared into Yu Jing's eyes for a long time without saying a word. It wasn't that he was offended; she genuinely liked the Armed Train project and was, to some extent, a like-minded person. He wouldn't get angry over a discussion of this level.

He just felt that Yu Jing's gaze was strange, as if someone was looking at him through her eyes.

That gaze, imbued with Yu Jing's current emotions, became even more complex.

The most obvious thing is that kind of fanaticism.

He could accept Yu Jing's translator's tone when she was excited, but her gaze was the only thing that made him instinctively feel strange.

If he hadn't sensed no hostility, Su Huan would already be plotting how to get rid of her.

As Su Huan fell silent, the atmosphere gradually became eerily tense and stagnant.

He Jie watched the spectacle with great interest, and he was somewhat curious about the relationship between these people and Su Huan.

"Wait a moment……"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and to their surprise, it was the shy Yu Yue who broke the argument, pointing a finger out of the car window.

"The rain seems to have stopped."

……

The heavy rain that had lasted for three days finally stopped, and all the survivors breathed a sigh of relief.

Most ordinary people do not have the ability to survive in acid rain for a long time.

The original survivors in the acid rain zone were alright, as they had more or less developed ways to cope with acid rain. However, this heavy rain was not so friendly to the survivors who escaped from the high-temperature zone.

Many people suffered from skin erosion due to acid rain because they did not seek shelter immediately, resulting in extensive erythema and ulceration.

Like skinned demons crawling out of hell.

Their painful groans and coughs were as unbearable as the acid rain that had lasted for three days.

Zhang Min curled up in the corner of the sofa, hugging her knees. The sticky feeling and fishy smell beneath her made her want to run out and wash herself thoroughly with the corrosive acid rain, even though the murky rainwater was cleaner than she was now.

But she can't do that yet. At least not until she kills the smiling man who shooed her out of the car; she can't die yet, and she even has to take good care of her body.

This is her means of survival.

Instead of things like streamers or self-esteem, which are vague and intangible.

Unfortunately, she didn't make the right decision at the right time.

If she could return to that train carriage, she wouldn't hesitate for a moment; she would give anything to secure a spot on the train. But—

"Where is that bitch Zhang Min? Where the hell is she?"

"what happened?"

"Brother Wang told her to go dancing and quickly clean herself up before going over there. If she spoils Brother Wang's mood, she can forget about staying in the caravan."

"I'll go get her right now."

Footsteps came from outside the door, and a hoarse voice called out to her, "Minmin, Brother Wang wants you to come over."

Zhang Min concealed the resentment in her eyes and looked up at the woman in front of her.

His hair was dry and brittle, and his lips were parched; he clearly hadn't had any water for many days.

The convoy had just escaped the high-temperature zone and there wasn't much clean water to begin with. They were also hit by acid rain, so they couldn't even get clean rainwater. How could they possibly give it to an old and faded woman like this?

Although this woman was only twenty-six, she already looked quite aged compared to her eighteen-year-old self.

For the leaders of the armed train and the Mojiang mutual aid team, all they had to do was think that young women were cheaper resources than clean water and food.

"Well, I'll be there right away."

Zhang Min responded faintly and stood up.

Her once fair and youthful body was now covered with bruises and red marks of all sizes.

Fortunately, thanks to her youth and her ability to please people, she is still alive, albeit in a less than attractive state.

This is a situation that ordinary people can only dream of.

But it's not enough, far from enough, to get her to her goal of killing that man!
Zhang Min pulled out a wet wipe and forcefully stabbed it into the wound. Her brows furrowed, and she bit her lip until it turned white. Only after cleaning all the filth did she put on a simple dress and walk into the hall.

The convoy was very lucky; they came into contact with a powerful force right after escaping.

Unfortunately, the other party remained aloof, and even though Mr. Wang repeatedly tried to curry favor with their contact person, they refused to give him a definite answer.

However, there are benefits to working so hard.

At least they were given a safe place to stay and a small amount of supplies. The other party also picked two people from the dozen or so evolved individuals in the convoy and took them with them.

Wang Fei, the leader of the team, was not selected either.

The surrounding zombies had been cleared away by the major forces, and they settled in a building that looked like a sales office, with thousands of people crammed into more than ten floors.

They only eat and don't work every day, and the supplies stored by the convoy are almost gone.

But no one dared to run away on their own. Someone had tried to run away at night before, but the body was brought back by the person in charge the next day, and Wang Fei was given a stern warning.

Enraged, Wang Fei committed suicide by having sex with three women that very day.

However, the other party's attitude seemed to have softened a few days ago.

When she arrived in the hall, a dozen women were already standing in a row, dancing seductively.

Before she could even walk over, a strong man, as big as a chimpanzee, came up to her, grabbed her by the collar, and ripped her skirt to shreds in a few quick movements while cursing.

Zhang Min showed no surprise and a genuine smile appeared on her face. "Brother Wang, you called me."

Wang Fei exhaled a puff of smoke, squinted his eyes, and roughly kneaded her body a few times. He whispered, "Serve me well. If I'm not satisfied, I'll kill you tonight."

After saying that, he slapped her on the buttocks and then shoved her forward.

Zhang Minjiao smiled and looked at the sofa in the hall.

A man in a suit and tie sat there, wearing silver-rimmed glasses and carrying a briefcase, looking like a lawyer before the apocalypse—refined and aloof.

The exposed skin was delicate and smooth, without any trace of high temperature or acid rain, and even the hair was neatly combed back.

Four armed soldiers stood behind him, their hawk-like gazes sweeping across each of his faces.

Only Wang Fei and the second-in-command of the team could sit down; the rest, even the evolved beings, could only stand aside.

Even though they were wearing new clothes, they couldn't hide their disheveled, refugee-like appearance.

They don't even look like they're on the same layer when they stand together.

As the music started, Zhang Min began to dance. Although she is a live streamer, she is actually a professionally trained dancer. She is not just good at wiggling her body, but has real skills.

The man sitting in the main seat looked at the bruises on Zhang Min's body without any change in his expression. There was no pity, no desire, not even disgust. It was as if he was looking at a wisp of air.

He said coldly, "Captain Wang, don't waste your time on this kind of thing next time. I'm here today to ask you for two favors."

Wang Fei instantly perked up, "What do you mean by 'please'? Just give the order, and I'll get it done right away!"

"You came from a high-temperature area, I wonder if you passed by the Mojiang Bridge?"

Wang Fei paused for a moment, then quickly nodded, "We're the Mojiang Mutual Aid Team, we definitely have to cross the Mojiang Bridge. That bridge is terrifying, it's teeming with evolved beasts underneath, so many of them..."

A glint of light flashed in the man's eyes. "Have you seen a train?"

“The train…” Wang Fei looked around, seemingly lost in memories.

He had indeed seen trains—trains parked on the side of the road, overturned ones, and even ones plugged into buildings—long ones, short ones, oil-powered ones, and electric ones; he had seen them all.

But the other party is a powerful force, so they obviously wouldn't ask pointless questions; it's just that he couldn't figure out what their deeper intentions were.

A hint of disappointment flashed in the bespectacled man's eyes.

This made Wang Fei even more anxious.

While dancing and listening to the two men's conversation, Zhang Min suddenly had a flash of inspiration when she heard the word "train".

With her thigh suspended in mid-air, a clear and steady voice escaped from her soft lips, "Armed train?"

Wang Fei, who was deep in thought, was startled when someone interrupted him. His expression changed drastically, and the sinister look in his eyes became undisguised.

The bespectacled man's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward slightly, looking seriously at the woman who was being used as the background of their conversation. "Do you know the origin of the armed train?"

Before she spoke, Zhang Min knew that if she guessed wrong, she would not have a good ending.

But the thought that if she stayed here, she would end up like those women who were killed by Wang Fei, with no hope of revenge for the rest of her life, made her decide to take a gamble.

Could things get any worse than they are now?
If you're not ruthless enough, how can you survive in this world?

This was the first lesson the train conductor taught her: the tuition fees were quite steep.

Under Wang Fei's gloomy gaze, Zhang Min lowered her thighs. Although she was completely naked, there was no shyness on her face. Just like in an interview, she imitated the smiling face in her memory, with the corners of her mouth slightly upturned.

"If you're talking about a train consisting of more than forty old-fashioned carriages that was fleeing north, then I think I might know."

　Six thousand left, it's a race against time!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)