Armored train in the apocalypse

Chapter 217 Train Steamed Bun Gun

Su Huan naturally had no idea what the two women were thinking.

Even if Miao Qi had some bold ideas, he had no interest in paying attention to them.

Being trapped underwater by an armed train is no small matter, but the reason everyone wasn't too panicked was because the train conductor was at the forefront.

Su Huan, on the other hand, had many more things to consider.

The reason I arrived so late was to check the warehouse and the various equipment that maintains the train's internal circulation.

In matters of life and death like this, the train conductor prefers to take a look himself.

Su Huan breathed a sigh of relief after confirming once again that the water depth and the mutated deep-sea worm posed no threat to the train.

Anyway, Black Kite and the like won't enter the flood zone to cause him trouble, and the electromagnetic weapons in Xiushui City won't grow legs and run away anymore. The armed train can stay in the flood zone for as long as it wants.

In addition, Su Huan had always wanted to find an opportunity to test the self-sufficiency of the armed train.

So there wasn't a rush to get out of trouble.

There is plenty of food, but there is a shortage of clean water. In addition to the bottled water in the storage compartments, each compartment has a five-ton water tank, for a total of 500 tons of clean water.

It's definitely enough for drinking water, but if you include cooking and basic cleaning, it will only last about three months.

Thinking of this, Su Huan suddenly said, "If we still have enough water stored, let's not use outside water for now."

Although Guanchong City is only a county-level city, its urban area has a permanent population of about 800,000.

They're probably all soaking in water right now.

Add to that the thousands of hanging corpses outside the car...

Even after multiple purification processes, I still feel a bit uneasy. Unless it's absolutely necessary, I'll avoid drinking it.

The secretary walking behind paused for a moment and quickly wrote the order down in her notebook.

Although she could remember these things after hearing them only once, she still had to put on a show for her superiors.

By the time Su Huan arrived at Deputy Director 8, Huang Hai had already sold one-third of his fruits and vegetables.

People kept arriving.

Although the price of fruits and vegetables is so high that you have to tighten your belt for many days to afford one meal, many people still grit their teeth and buy a portion.

The Chinese people's desire for fresh vegetables is ingrained in their very bones.

We've toiled for thousands of years just to find a piece of land to cultivate and eat something fresh.

Upon seeing Su Huan approach, the group, who had been in high spirits, immediately became much more reserved.

After exchanging greetings, Huang Hai left Xiao Wang to look after the stall and led Su Huan to the second-floor viewing platform. Here, many ironwood branches were planted to serve as partitions, and the ground was covered with dense vines, with tiny flowers blooming in the gaps.

Against the backdrop of cold steel and technologically advanced white light, this small grandstand, nestled in lush greenery, possesses both pastoral vitality and a sense of technological order.

Su Huan also found it quite interesting.

"You've only been here a few days, but you've already decorated it quite elegantly."

Huang Hai smiled somewhat awkwardly, washed his hands under the automatic sprinkler head, and wiped them directly on his gray-green shirt.

"Without the train conductor, there would be no such idyllic place."

Su Huan crossed his legs and gave a light sneer.

In his past life, the motorcycle enthusiast wasn't like this at all. He talks a big game, but he's always thinking about his modification fees.

I modified a beat-up car and kept fooling him every day.

It was that shrewdness about the stock market that made him never guess that this guy was actually a teacher.

"As long as you manage this train car farm well, I won't shortchange you on evolutionary resources."

Su Huan said calmly.

Huang Hai pushed up his glasses and laughed, "I'm happy enough to grow crops in the car. As for evolution, I don't have such big ambitions. The points I get every month are enough for me to squander."

Su Huan was slightly taken aback, only then remembering that the current Huang Hai was not the same motorcycle guy who had swindled him out of money in his previous life in order to advance to the second tier.

Ultimately, things are different.

He smiled and shook his head, turning to look at the fruit and vegetable stall below, his gaze landing on a green leaf.

"By the way, what kind of vegetable is that? It looks like tree leaves."

Huang Hai walked over and took a look. "It's just tree leaves, picked from that big crown pear tree. I tasted it, and it's not poisonous at all. It even has a pear fragrance, so I picked it to make a dish. Train conductor, you don't know, this pear tree is a real treasure. Not to mention the pears, the leaves can be used as vegetables, and the tree trunk can also produce some pectin. Director Xu analyzed that its nutritional value is even higher than honey..."

Su Huan nodded thoughtfully; this crown pear tree was indeed quite special.

It can not only encourage other tree species to grow pears, but it also does not undergo any malignant mutations itself.

Other plants have some degree of aggressive mutations, but the crown pear tree has none of them; it's a treasure trove from top to bottom.

"If all other supplies on the train run out, how many people can you feed entirely on your carriage farm?" Su Huan suddenly asked.

Huang Hai, who was talking at length about the details of the growth of Crown pears, paused, his expression becoming slightly serious.

Although Shu Wei had already estimated the production volume, she still took out paper and pen.

Huang Hai pondered, “The carrying capacity of the carriage farm mainly depends on coarse rice grass. It is harvested about once a week, yielding about 200 kilograms each time, with a flour yield of 90%, which is 180 kilograms of flour. It can barely supply about 100 people. But if we remove those wasteful vegetables and plant coarse rice grass in all four carriages, I am confident that we can supply the consumption of 1,000 people.”

"Snapped!"

Su Huan snapped his fingers, stood up, and tossed the small basket in his hand to him. "Do a good job, and remember to deliver some vegetables to the food truck."

He turned around and went downstairs without any hesitation.

His secretary and two bodyguards followed closely behind.

With Su Huan's strength, he doesn't need any bodyguards, not to mention on the train, even outside. If something really happens, it's hard to say who will protect whom.

But as a train conductor, you need two people to run errands for you.

Another reason is to make it easier for He Jie and his team to quickly contact the train conductor if anything happens.

The group continued walking along the long, armed hall.

Is his data accurate?

Su Huan asked as he walked.

Shu Wei nodded. "It's basically accurate, but considering the appetite of the evolved beings, it can only sustain the minimum consumption of a thousand people. To have enough to eat, we need to add at least two more carriages. This is just the staple food. To maintain a balanced diet, we also need to use two carriages to grow fruits and vegetables."

"However, the ecological balance of the carriage farm is currently very fragile, with few species. It was only through the intervention of the Yellow Sea that the farm achieved its current results. If other plants are removed and only coarse grass is planted, the balance will be disrupted and the soil will lose its fertility."

"Not bad either," Su Huan remarked calmly.

He had already prepared for the worst when he started the carriage farm.

It was only enough for a dozen or so people in the front carriage, but unexpectedly, it has developed step by step to the point where it has already formed the prototype of an ecological cycle.

Apart from the soldiers training, there were hardly any people in the armed forces hall.

Except for urgent matters, the train attendants usually walk in the aisles inside the two carriages.

Passing Yu Jing's mechanically modified carriage and Professor Ma's laboratory, Su Huan walked towards the innermost part.

Yu Jing was busy with advanced technology during that time and hadn't even started studying the exoskeleton captured from Black Kite, so there wasn't much to see. Professor Ma was mainly researching the miniaturization and lightweighting of communication equipment. He had just captured a lot of equipment from Black Kite and Deep Blue Data and was currently cracking it. Xiao Zhao said that he was making rapid progress and would have results soon.

I smelled the aroma of cooking oil as I passed by dining car number sixteen, so I took the opportunity to check on the dinner.

Today we steamed buns, each one over 20 centimeters in size, bigger than a hand.

The dish was a large bowl of vegetable soup.

Some of the vegetables are fresh from the train car farm, but most are stored vegetable packages and dried vegetables.

It's served with a touch of extremely salty soybean paste.

With a bite of steamed bun and a sip of soup, many people didn't go back to their dormitories but ate their food noisily in the corridor.

Su Huan glanced around. Although he recognized them all, most of them were new passengers from Shun'an who had just boarded the bus. They looked at him with awe and had little interest in speaking.

However, there was indeed someone he recognized squatting at the door.

Su Huan, carrying the half-empty soup bowl, walked over and squatted down beside it.

"Why don't you eat in the lounge?"

Old Liu was so focused on drinking his soup that he only noticed someone approaching before he heard the voice and his hand trembled so much that he almost spilled the oily soup into his nose.

"Train conductor!"

Old Liu subconsciously wanted to get up, but seeing Su Huan squatting next to him, he hesitated for a moment and then obediently remained squatting.

"Those places are all family gatherings, or people are drinking. If I go there, they always try to get me to drink..."

Su Huan finished the last mouthful of soup in his bowl. "Tsk tsk tsk, not bad. Being an official is different. People are even trying to get you to drink."

Old Liu chuckled awkwardly, though he could detect a strange undertone in Su Huan's voice.

But the regular passengers thought it was normal; they thought it would be strange if the train conductor didn't act sarcasticly.

Seeing the envious looks from passersby, Old Liu said in a low voice, "He wants me to take his sister as an apprentice, but I always feel that it's not a good idea to take on a female apprentice. Train conductor, could you give me some advice? If you say it's okay, I, Old Liu, will take her on. If you say it's not okay, I'll just refuse them."

Su Huan raised his eyelids slightly. "Is it pretty?"

Old Liu choked for a moment, then mumbled, "Much younger than me, around thirty-six or thirty-seven..."

Are there any men?

"Have……"

"Wouldn't that be even more exciting?"

Old Liu's lips twitched. "There was one, but it was gone when the weather changed. Now I'm all alone, but what does that have to do with me? He wants to learn a trade from me."

The "change of heaven" he was referring to was the end of the world, which, according to the timeline, has already been going on for about three months.

Su Huan's eyes were playful as he sneered, "How about I build a saintly archway for you on the front of the train, so you can hang it up whenever there's an accident? They're practically offering themselves to you, and you're putting on airs like a whore. If that doesn't work, send them to my room, and the train conductor can check them out for you."

Given the state of the world, why pretend to have such high moral standards?

You are all so innocent, you are all good people.

So I'm the only animal on the entire train?

Old Liu looked embarrassed and quickly waved his hand, saying, "I understand, I'll reply to him tonight."

Su Huan curled his lip and stood up. "You're just asking for it. If it comes to fruition, go to Hu Shuo's place and deliver a bottle of wine. Just say you owe me."

"Don't take on just one apprentice, take on two. There are so many idle young men on the truck, pick one, you'll need him for repairing cars in the future. Just make sure he doesn't become a family heirloom."

Shu Wei, standing to the side, had a strange expression; she didn't care about the matter.

Although she disliked her father's philandering, she believed that it was only natural for successful people to have more resources.

She just didn't expect that the cruel and twisted train conductor would squat down and chat for so long with an ordinary train attendant about such trivial matters.

Although his attitude was somewhat sarcastic, it only made the mechanic respect him even more.

Perhaps this is the typical face of a train conductor?
"Remember to tell them to add more salt, whether it's in the soup, the vegetables, or even the steamed buns. Add salt whenever possible."

Su Huan said something and tossed the empty bowl into Bai Lu's hand.

The latter quickly went to the food truck to notify the kitchen.

Because there were many people eating at this time, Su Huan didn't squeeze into the corridor and directly pushed open the side door to enter the Armed Forces Hall.

The faint sound of gunfire in the distance drew his attention.

The gunshots were unique, violent, and noisy.

Like a lion's roar that suddenly appears, it boldly proclaims its existence.

This kind of sound is not produced by either law enforcement or military firearms.

Even heavy sniper rifles don't make such a violent sound.

……

At the far end of the Armed Hall, next to the terminal bullet workshop, a small shooting range has been converted.

In order not to affect the train's future separation, no solidification modifications were made; a steel plate was simply hung on the back wall and a few target papers were pasted on it.

Lu Xiao pulled back the bolt to eject the spent cartridge, patted his ear, and walked toward his boss who was deep in thought.

He exclaimed, "This gun is really powerful. Although it only uses 7.62mm general-purpose rifle rounds, it feels almost as powerful as a 12.7mm heavy sniper rifle. It's just that it's too loud."

"Really? Let me experience it?"

Su Huan took the rifle from Lu Xiao and squinted to look inside the dark barrel.

Upon discovering Su Huan suddenly appearing beside him, Lu Xiao broke out in a cold sweat, not even knowing how the other man had taken the gun from his hand.

Seeing the train conductor's dangerous actions, I wanted to speak up to warn him, but considering the conductor's terrifying strength, I swallowed my words.

"Wow, the barrel is much thicker than that of ordinary firearms, and it's made of Tier 1 material."

The leader quickly said, "We used Tier 1 black steel, and the gun body was cast in one piece, just to withstand greater pressure and increase its power."

Su Huan played with the gun for a moment, then finally held it properly in his hand and examined it closely.

The entire rifle is jet black and weighs twelve kilograms without ammunition. A normal rifle weighs only 3 to 5 kilograms. An ordinary person would be exhausted before even hitting anyone while carrying this thing in combat. However, in the hands of an evolved human, this weight is nothing.

The gun's overall shape is long and square, exuding a wild beauty that somewhat matches his wilderness aesthetic.

"The sound is very different; the gunpowder must have been changed too."

Su Huan asked casually.

"Yes, I added some things to the gunpowder. My idea for making this gun was to make it more powerful and bigger."

"Purely handmade?"

"Yes, the entire gun, from design to manufacturing, is brand new."

"Good, are there any bullets left? Give me two more."

Hearing Su Huan's praise, the leader's face lit up with joy, and he eagerly pulled out five bullets from his pocket and handed them over.

(End of this chapter)