Armored train in the apocalypse

Chapter 118 The Battlefield of Ordinary People

The girl in the room suddenly looked up and met Zhang Min's gaze through the glass.

Even his eyes were light gray, with a hint of light gray-blue, like the gloomy sky outside the window, devoid of any brilliance.

Zhang Min's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but ask, "Who is she?"

"That's not your question. Time's up, and we still have many tests to do today."

The man didn't linger, and Zhang Min could only follow him forward, but her eyes remained reluctantly fixed on the girl.

She suddenly noticed that the girl's eyes were following her direction.

'Can she see me?'

……

The lab beds were narrow and hard, and covered with various devices to bind hands and feet.

The skin developed goosebumps due to the stimulation of the cold metal.

Lying on it felt like being a little lab rat.

No, she was the guinea pig.

A somewhat aged male voice interrupted Zhang Min's reverie, "Experiment No. 0135, 46th trial, begins."

Before she could react, her arm was pressed down by a rubber glove, and cold iodine was applied to it. The next moment, a cold sensation pierced her skin, and with the injection of liquid, the chill seeped into her bones.

Zhang Min bit her lower lip, her shadow flickering in the bright light.

But for some reason, she felt that under every mask was Su Huan's smiling face.

A restlessness that arose from the depths of her bones gradually consumed her consciousness.

I could vaguely hear some sounds.

"Evolution in progress... The test subject is experiencing rapid heartbeat and shortness of breath..."

"Same as the previous ones."

"It's going to fail again."

"Make a note of this and adjust the direction."

"..."

She felt her memory was starting to fade.

All the little things from the past eighteen years are being lost.

Whether it is joyful or sorrowful.

But for some reason, the man's damned appearance became clearer and clearer.

It was so clear it burned her body.

'Train conductor, I promise I'll survive, and then I'll prepare a really big surprise for you…'

……

"This is a gun, these are bullets, the bullets are in the magazine, and the magazine is in the gun."

"Alright, you're already an excellent soldier. Now you can go to the battlefield."

Lin Jin didn't expect that the joke was true.

It happened not only in the real world, but also to me.

Of course, it's not as exaggerated as the jokes make it out to be.

But the Steel Council only trained them for three days in total, a full three days!
The first day was for them to be grouped up, get to know their superiors, understand various orders, and avoid the blunder of accidentally attacking my friendly forces.

The next day, he learned about the weaponry. It was actually an old-fashioned rifle that was older than him, capable of holding only five bullets at a time. He had no idea where they had found it.

The only good news is that this rifle can fire in bursts.

Although a five-shot burst is pretty useless in this era.

Each person was issued a set of bullets, which was all the bullets they had for training and combat.

So after using it a few times and getting a feel for it, Lin Jin stopped wasting it.

On the morning of the third day, they were taught some tips on how to identify zombies, and at noon that day, they were thrown into the battlefield in Changli County. The comrade in the group who had a watch told them that today was January 5th, the second day after Lin Jin and the other survivors were thrown into the battlefield.

The artillery fire at the front remained intense.

Even when they were hiding in buildings to sleep, they were often awakened by the sound of machine gun fire and the roars of zombies.

Not only do they have to guard against first-tier zombies that could break through the defenses at any time, but they also have to be careful to avoid being corroded by acid rain.

Many survivors have already started to flee, including the only guy in front of us who has a watch.

Lin Jin analyzed seriously, "The Steel Council is not a charity. Since they gave us supplies and threw us onto the battlefield, they must have taken measures to prevent us from escaping."

The guy across from me was wearing a raincoat, or rather, a tarp.

It was a raincoat made of the skin torn from several umbrellas and sewn together. It was not very effective at keeping out the rain and was often soaked by the rainwater that seeped in.

However, it also prevents acid rain from directly eroding the skin.

There was nothing that could be done; the survivors had looted all the raincoats in Changli County.

The man clutched a map in his hand, his expression tense. Pointing to a location on the map, he said, "I heard that the defenses at this location were breached yesterday by a Tier 1 Butcher. The commander was killed, and many people are preparing to escape through here."

Seeing that Lin Jin was about to speak, the man quickly raised his hand, "I know, I know, there will definitely be a lot of attention from above there. I don't plan to go there. I plan to go along the front line into Changli County. As long as I'm careful enough, there will always be a chance to escape."

Lin Jin thought for a moment, then sighed, "There is indeed some hope, but you will likely die."

The man gripped the map tightly in his hand, almost squeezing it dry.

"You don't understand. I'm my mother's only son. I have to go back. I have to go back alive!"

Lin Jin sighed softly, "Who doesn't have family?"

He handed the extra bullets in his hand to the other person.

In the past few days, he finally figured out why the Steel Council wasn't giving them more bullets.

Even with guns, they are nothing more than a bunch of running meat when facing zombies.

By now, 30% of the original survivors have been lost. These rifle bullets are everywhere; you can find enough just by picking them up from the corpses.

He saw each one and went up to pick them up, collecting a full three basic loads of ammunition.

With the addition of the three teammates who died today, he now has three more rifles and a set of ammunition.

The man stared at him blankly, then stammered, "Thank you."

"when are we leaving?"

"The new captain will arrive tonight or tomorrow morning, then I won't have a chance."

"Okay, don't worry, our team is almost all dead anyway, no one will care if you're one more or one less."

"Thank you."

My teammate said thank you so many times tonight, as if it eased his inner anxiety.

In the middle of the night, Lin Jin saw the other person stand up.

He didn't speak, squinting at the figure in the darkness.

The other person stood there in a daze for a long time, then approached Lin Jin and stood in front of him for a long time, which made Lin Jin feel a chill down his spine.

Lin Jin vaguely understood what the other party was thinking.

But in the end, the other party did nothing.

I don't know if it was the camaraderie we'd forged fighting side by side these past few days, or the effect of a pack of bullets.

After checking the equipment, the other party placed a small item next to him, got up, and left the room.

Five minutes later, when Lin Jin could no longer hear footsteps outside, he opened his eyes.

Feel around in the dark.

Soon, he felt a small, hard solid, about the size of a fingernail, in his palm.

With the help of the dim light, it was barely possible to make out that it was a crystal.

(End of this chapter)