The "Survival on the Train" game has bugs, it's really laggy!

The red sand is still blowing.

The Devourer lay sprawled on the parched wasteland, its front half-buried in the sand, its rear trailing black smoke, and the stench of burning flesh carried by the wind.

The taste was very complex.

The engine oil is burnt.

The rubber burned away.

The sweet smell left after the coolant evaporated, mixed with the pungent chemical smell of acid rain residue, entered the nasal cavity and made people's throats tighten.

Wang Hu was biting a flashlight, with half his body under the car.

His robotic arm was completely destroyed, dragging behind him with several blackened wires still hanging from the broken end.

With his only remaining fleshy hand, he gripped the wrench and groped around under the deformed chassis for a long time.

Then he crawled out from under the car, his face covered in oil and red sand.

He spat out the flashlight from his mouth and looked up at Su Yuan.

"Old Su."

Su Yuan stood beside the car, his left hand still covered with the charred rubber that had stuck to the steering wheel earlier.

The mechanical left eye slowly rotates.

Click.

Wang Hu raised his hand and wiped his face, but the more he wiped, the dirtier it became.

"All four tire rims are deformed."

"Hanging hydraulic oil leaked dry."

"The drive shaft was twisted into a pretzel and broke in two sections."

"The coolant tank... don't even look at it, it's blown up so badly even its own mother wouldn't recognize it."

As he said this, he bent down and kicked a piece of broken iron on the ground.

The scrap of iron rolled twice, but before it went far, it sank into the red sand.

Wang Hu twitched the corner of his mouth.

"This truck now contains tens of thousands of tons of scrap metal."

"Don't even mention running away."

"You have to burn incense for it if it moves even a meter."

Inside the carriage, Xiao Huo lay slumped on the control panel, smoke still rising from the tip of his tail.

He raised half of his smoked face, his golden vertical pupils filled with exhaustion.

"Let me make a statement."

"It's not that I'm being unconvinced."

"I really can't run anymore."

"I never want to experience that vertical tube racing again in my life, Master."

Wang Hu glanced at him.

"Do you have a next life?"

Xiao Huo's lips twitched.

"Tiger, isn't it a bit inhuman of you to finish him off at a time like this?"

Just as Wang Hu was about to retort, lights suddenly lit up in the red sand in the distance.

First, there was a searchlight pole.

Then came the second one.

The third one.

A dozen blinding white beams tore through the radioactive dust, striking the Devourer and Su Yuan's oil-covered face simultaneously.

The deep roar of heavy internal combustion engines pressed in from behind the sandstorm.

The ground began to tremble slightly.

The smell of diesel fuel arrived first.

Very poor quality.

It has a pungent, bitter smell and contains black smoke from incomplete combustion.

Wang Hu slowly turned his head.

Deep in the red sand, more than a dozen trucks modified from waste soil surrounded them.

Tracked vehicle.

Six-wheeled heavy truck.

Oil tanker trucks covered with welded steel plates.

The front of the vehicle had a rusty ram, and the sides of the vehicle were welded with sheet metal protective plates, on which skulls and crooked old military license plate numbers were painted.

Something was mounted on the roof of each vehicle.

Old-fashioned machine gun.

Homemade rocket nest.

There were also several machine guns that had been salvaged from somewhere, their barrels dark and their muzzles slowly turning towards the Devourer.

Little Fire lay by the car window, its tail tucked under its belly.

"Friendly local residents?"

Wang Hu spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Do they look like they've come to offer help?"

The convoy did not fire.

They circled halfway around the Devourer, blocking all possible routes.

Although the Devourer can't leave now either.

But the other party clearly knew the rules of the wasteland very well.

Surround them and kill them first.

Let's discuss the price again.

Finally, peel it.

The heavy truck at the very front stopped.

The car door was kicked open.

A tall, muscular man jumped out of the driver's seat, and when his boots landed, they stomped a hole in the red sand.

He wore patchwork leather armor, with a ring of brass shotgun shells hanging from his shoulders, and several polished mutated beast teeth hanging around his neck.

A metal mask covered half of his face, and the one eye that was exposed had a murky green tinge.

He had a large-caliber shotgun slung over his shoulder.

The gun body was welded with serrations, and the muzzle was frighteningly thick.

Wang Hu whispered, "Iron Ghost."

Su Yuan mechanically turned his left eye toward him.

Wang Hu licked his dry, cracked lips.

"I've heard of it."

"The scavenger leader on this red sandy wasteland."

"They specialize in robbing broken-down cars, dismembering people alive, and taking parts from the vehicles."

"It doesn't involve much technology, but the firepower is dirty enough."

Iron Ghost looked up at the Devourer.

His gaze swept from the broken car door to the dark gold armor plate, and then to the tattered shell of the pitcher plant engine.

The green eye lit up.

They were very blatantly greedy.

He spat sand onto the ground.

"Yo."

"This damn thing is pretty fat."

A burst of laughter came from the truck behind.

Someone whistled.

Someone knocked on the car door with the butt of a gun.

Iron Ghost took a few steps forward, carrying the shotgun, raised the muzzle, and waved it at Su Yuan.

Listen carefully.

"This car now belongs to the Iron Ghost Racing Team."

"you."

He pointed the gun at Su Yuan.

"And the one with the missing arm."

"Kneel down with your hands on your head."

"Hand over clean water, batteries, food, and medicine."

"If you dare to dawdle, I'll beat you into a sieve."

Wang Hu's face immediately darkened.

He grabbed the wrench from the ground and strode forward.

"Say that again, you fucking idiot?"

Iron Ghost didn't waste any words.

The shotgun was raised.

boom.

The large live bullets struck the red sand in front of Wang Hu's feet, sending red sand and broken hard soil flying up to a height of half a person.

A few shards grazed Wang Hu's cheek, drawing blood.

Wang Hu stopped in his tracks.

His chest heaved violently.

The scrapped robotic arm hung beside him, showing no reaction whatsoever.

Iron Ghost grinned.

"Oh, you still want to go for it?"

"Come."

"Take one more step forward."

"I'll remove that fleshy arm of yours too."

The thugs behind laughed even louder.

"Boss, these guys are really pitiful."

"One has no hands, one has no arms, and the little beast's tail is shaking like a rope."

"Driving such a big car? It must be stolen!"

"Stop talking nonsense, dismantle the car first. We can exchange this armor plate for three months' worth of liquor."

One of the thugs pointed at Su Yuankong's swaying right wrist and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Look at that guy."

"He's lost his right hand, and he's still trying to act cool."

"The wasteland has no shortage of unlucky guys like this."

"They might have been big shots a couple of days ago, but today they have to kneel down and lick our shoes."

The little fire's tail was indeed trembling.

It's not that I'm afraid of them.

The car had just broken down, and the core systems hadn't recovered yet.

But the thugs didn't know that.

All they saw were wrecked vehicles, wounded soldiers, no ammunition, and no guards.

In the wasteland, this is equivalent to four words.

We are opening today.

Wang Hu gritted his teeth and retreated to the deformed car door.

He glanced at his robotic arm.

That arm that used to be able to tear apart the shell of a mecha can no longer even make a fist.

suffocated.

Very frustrating.

It felt even more suffocating than being pulled down by ninety times the force of gravity.

Because no matter how difficult those higher-dimensional things are to deal with, at least you know what you are facing.

The group of thugs in front of me are just a bunch of barbarian bandits with broken guns.

But unfortunately, the Devourer is currently unable to move.

Su Yuan did not use any rules.

My right hand is gone.

The left eye is mechanical.

Inside the car, some were injured, and some were completely ruined.

Iron Ghost clearly understood this as well.

He walked closer and closer, the muzzle of his gun almost pointing at Su Yuan's chest.

"What's wrong?"

"Dumb?"

Su Yuan looked at him.

The mechanical left eye clicked and rotated one notch.

Iron Ghost frowned.

That cold, unfriendly gaze irritated him.

But he quickly suppressed that feeling.

No matter how strange the other side is, it's just a cripple standing next to a broken-down car.

He raised his hand and waved.

"Sixth brother, tattooed arm, move over."

"First, disassemble the front of the car."

"That engine, which looks like a flowerpot, looks valuable."

Several thugs jumped off the truck behind.

They were carrying an acetylene cutting machine, large hydraulic pliers, and a crowbar.

The cutting machine nozzle was ignited, and the blue-white flame flickered in the red sand.

Several people swaggered toward the front of the Devourer.

One of the bald thugs deliberately walked past Su Yuan, brushing against his shoulder.

"Get out of the way, you cripple."

"Don't block the master from making money."

Su Yuan didn't move.

His right eye showed no movement.

The mechanical left eye turns to the pressure gauge on the side of the pitcher plant engine.

The watch was cracked.

However, the internal mechanical structure can still be read.

The red scale line reached the very edge.

The exhaust gases from the engine failure were not completely vented.

There's still something stuck in the pipe.

high temperature.

high pressure.

It was mixed with thick, dark engine oil.

Su Yuan's left hand hung down at his side.

My fingers twitched twice.

Wang Hu saw it.

His eyelids twitched, and he immediately understood.

He bit the lever handle and half-knelt down to the side of the engine.

There was a deformed emergency exhaust pressure relief valve there.

The valve casing is dented, and an ordinary person cannot turn it open at all.

Wang Hu didn't twist.

He raised the wrench and slammed it down hard on the valve latch.

when.

The clip broke.

Come again.

when.

The deformed metal lock plate was broken.

the third time.

The valve popped open.

laugh.

The high-temperature exhaust gas that had been trapped in the engine cavity was suddenly ejected.

Not just a little bit.

It was a single stream of black, high-pressure flow.

Scalding exhaust fumes mixed with sticky engine oil sprayed out from the side vent, hitting the thugs who were close to the front of the car, ready to attack.

The bald guy in the front row couldn't even finish his scream.

His entire face was covered in black oil and steam.

The skin blistered immediately.

He dropped the cutting machine, covered his face with his hands, and rolled around in the red sand.

Another thug was sprayed in the chest, his leather armor smoking, and he rolled and crawled backward, making a strange, broken gong-like sound from his throat.

The third person was sprayed on the arm, the hydraulic pliers slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground, leaving his arm charred black.

The laughter around them stopped abruptly.

It's really neat.

The dozen or so thugs who were just laughing wildly suddenly froze, their mouths agape and their arrogance gone.

Little Fire peered through the car window and blinked weakly.

Wow.

"Washing your face with hot water."

"Wilderness Beauty Project"

Wang Hu grinned, revealing his bloodied teeth.

"free."

The smile on Iron Ghost's face vanished completely.

He raised the shotgun, and the bolt clicked as he pulled it back.

"court death."

He turned and roared.

"Rocket Nest!"

"Smash this piece of junk to the ground!"

An armored truck behind immediately turned around.

The homemade rocket nest on the roof of the vehicle began to rise.

Six thick pipes were aimed at the Devouring Wasteland carriage.

Sparks lit up the tail of the rocket.

Xiao Huo's pupils constricted.

"Master, the carriage can't hold up."

Wang Hu cursed under his breath.

Su Yuan looked up at the armored truck.

The distance is more than 30 meters.

The rocket has been ignited.

There are no rules.

There is no shield.

There is no Devourer mobile aircraft.

There was only red sand, scrap iron, a severed wrist, and the heavy mechanical winch that he had just dragged into the car.

Su Yuan extended his left hand.

Hold the winch casing with your five fingers.

That thing weighed several hundred kilograms.

Thick steel outer shell.

The internal gears and cables are fully loaded.

Normally, a vehicle-mounted crane is needed to move it.

Su Yuan grabbed it with one hand.

The muscles beneath the shoulder armor bulged suddenly.

The palms were cracked and bleeding.

Blood and engine oil were mixed together.

The winch was forcibly lifted up.

When Iron Demon saw this, his green eyes shrank sharply.

"Fire!"

The rocket nest exploded in flames.

At the same moment, Su Yuan used his left arm to rotate the winch.

A steel cable, several tens of meters long, was thrown out, carving an arc-shaped groove in the red sand.

The winch spun half a circle above his head.

a circle.

Two laps.

It moved so fast that it was just a black shadow.

The air was being pumped by the steel cable with a crackling sound.

Wang Hu felt a chill run down his spine.

"Holy crap."

"This isn't how you use it, is it?"

Little Fire struggled to lift its claws.

"Temporary note".

"If the master says it can be used, then it can be used."

Su Yuan stepped into the red sand with his left foot, his knee slightly bent.

His left arm swung out suddenly.

The pure steel winch slipped from my hands.

It carried a taut steel cable, traversed more than thirty meters, and headed straight for the front of the armored truck.

The rocket had just left the launch tube halfway.

The winch arrived first.

The bulletproof glass was shattered.

The driver's cab collapsed on the spot.

The winch continued forward, slamming violently into the base of the rocket pod on the roof.

The metal pipe rack is twisted.

The rocket, which had just been ignited, was forced back into the launch tube.

next second.

Boom!

The entire armored truck exploded from the roof.

The rocket exploded inside the launch tube, and all six launch tubes, along with the ammunition box, burst into a towering fireball.

The roof of the car flew into the air.

The middle section of the car body bulges outwards, and the protective panels are flying off in pieces.

The shockwave swept across the surroundings.

Several thugs nearby were thrown out and rolled more than a dozen times in the red sand.

A half-door spun around and flew in, slamming hard into Iron Ghost's legs.

Click.

The sound of bones breaking was crystal clear.

Iron Ghost fell to the ground, and the shotgun slipped from his hand and slid away.

He coughed up blood, and the metal mask on his face tilted to one side.

There was only horror left in those green eyes.

This is no sick cat that's just stranded.

This is clearly a heavy-duty pile driver disguised as a human.

The red sand desert was silent for half a second.

Then came screams.

The screams of the rioters.

The armored truck's fuel tank was still burning, and black smoke billowed into the sky.

People who were knocked over by the heatwave crawled on the ground.

Someone wanted to touch the gun.

Su Yuan stepped on the steel cable on the ground with his left foot and pulled it with his wrist.

The severed steel cable was pulled back, dragging the winch wreckage across the red sand, and swept directly across the man's arm.

The bones were broken.

The man rolled over, clutching his arms, and the gun fell into the sand.

Su Yuan walked forward.

step.

Two steps.

He didn't run away.

They didn't shout.

His face was covered in engine oil, his left hand was hanging down, and his right wrist was dangling.

The mechanical left eye clicked and spun.

With each turn, the legs of the nearby thugs weakened a little.

A thug raised an old-fashioned rifle and pulled the trigger at Su Yuan.

Gunshots.

The bullet grazed Su Yuan's shoulder armor, kicking up a few specks of dark gold.

Su Yuan turned her head to look at him.

The man's face turned pale.

He also wanted to pull the bolt.

Su Yuan grabbed a broken drive shaft from the ground, gripped it with his left hand, and swung it forward.

The drive shaft spun and flew more than ten meters, piercing through the man's chest.

The sternum collapsed.

The person was pulled backward, crashed into the front bumper of his own truck, his head lolled to the side, and he fell silent.

The remaining people completely collapsed.

"Stop hitting him!"

"Kneel! Kneel!"

"Even the Iron Demon boss is crippled! What's the point of fighting anymore!"

One by one, the guns were thrown into the red sand.

A dozen or so thugs knelt down.

Some kowtowed.

Some people put their hands behind their heads.

Some people were so scared that they buried their faces in the sand and stuck their buttocks out high.

Wang Hu dragged the wrecked mechanical arm out from beside the car door.

He was still holding a wrench, covered in engine oil, and half of his face was scraped by dirt.

He walked up to a kneeling thug.

The thug looked up as if to speak.

Wang Hu raised his foot and kicked.

The thug fell to the ground, clutching his stomach and curling up in a ball.

Wang Hu pointed at him.

"Weren't you laughing quite happily just now?"

Keep laughing.

"Come on, give me some entertainment."

No one dared to speak.

Iron Ghost was pinned down by half a car door, his legs covered in blood.

He was breathing heavily, his fingers still trying to reach the shotgun not far away.

Su Yuan walked over.

The sole of his boot stepped on the shotgun.

Click.

The gun barrel bent.

Iron Ghost's hand froze in mid-air.

Su Yuan looked down at him.

"Who gets the car?"

Iron Ghost's lips trembled.

"It belongs to...it belongs to you..."

Su Yuan pushed off with his feet.

The shotgun was completely deformed.

"Where are the supplies?"

Iron Ghost's throat bobbed.

"It's yours too."

Wang Hu walked over and slung a wrench over his shoulder.

"wrong."

He looked at the thugs kneeling on the ground and suddenly raised his voice.

"From now on, let's start reverse scavenging."

"If you don't understand, I'll translate it for you."

"You, get back into your beat-up cars."

"Disassemble the drive shaft."

"Drain hydraulic oil."

"Remove the large shock absorber springs."

"Bring over everything usable: coolant tanks, wheel hubs, steel rims, engine oil, diesel fuel, batteries, clean water."

He raised the wrench and pointed to the still-burning wreckage of the truck on the ground.

"One screw is missing."

"I'll just stuff you into the engine and use you as consumables."

A thin thug kneeling down stammered.

"Brother, we need to get our car moving too..."

Wang Hu went over and kicked him.

The man rolled two meters away.

Wang Hu stared wide-eyed.

"You still want to run?"

Who helped you with your career planning?

"Your only job right now is to be free repairmen."

"No pay, you'll get beaten up, but meals aren't provided."

A small flame peeked out of the car window.

Although its tail was still trembling, its tone of voice had recovered somewhat.

"I suggest adding one more clause."

"No slacking off."

"Smuggling fish directly into the exhaust pipe."

The kneeling thugs collectively shuddered.

Soon, a bizarre scene appeared on the red sand wasteland.

The wasteland convoy, which had been swaggering around just moments before, was now all crouching under their vehicles, dismantling parts.

Someone used a cutting machine to cut the drive shaft.

Someone was carrying an oil drum to pump out hydraulic oil.

Two people carried the shock absorber spring, swaying as they moved it towards the Devourer.

Someone even removed the coolant tank from their car, and Wang Hu cursed at them halfway through the process.

"Be gentle!"

"You dismantled my water tank!"

The man was so startled that his hand trembled, and he almost dropped the bolt into the sand.

Wang Hu picked up a wrench.

"Did it fall?"

The man immediately knelt down, dug the bolt out of the red sand, and presented it with both hands.

"It didn't fall, it didn't fall, big brother, it's all right."

Wang Hu snorted coldly.

"You're good at valuing your life."

Su Yuan stood beside the engine of the Devourer, watching the parts pile up.

There are three drive shafts.

Eight barrels of hydraulic oil.

A dozen barrels of substandard diesel fuel.

Two sets of heavy-duty shock absorbers that are still usable.

Four cooling water tanks.

Six new wheels and six semi-new steel rims.

There are also several boxes of compressed food, purified water, old batteries, medical alcohol, and a screw bag.

Not wealthy.

But it was enough to restore the Devourer from its scrap metal state to the point where it could crawl.

After checking around, Wang Hu's expression finally wasn't so bad.

"improvise."

"If we try, we can get the car moving."

A small fire-shaped mechanical claw extends from the vehicle and pulls a barrel of hydraulic oil into the cargo compartment.

"I'm in charge of taking over the pipeline."

"Tiger, stop hitting my motherboard with the wrench."

Wang Hu glared at him.

That's called maintenance.

Xiao Huo calmly retorted.

That's domestic violence.

Wang Hu rolled his eyes.

"You seem to know a lot about the law."

Iron Ghost lay on the ground, his face ashen.

His legs were crushed by the car door, and he couldn't move them no matter how hard he tried.

As he watched his convoy being torn to pieces, his lips trembled, and the green light in his eyes vanished.

Su Yuan walked up to him and squatted down.

The mechanical left eye stared at him.

"Nearby water sources."

Iron Ghost's throat was dry.

"No...no."

Su Yuan did not ask any further questions.

He reached out and picked up a crowbar from the side.

Iron Demon collapsed immediately.

"have!"

"have!"

"I don't know if it's accurate!"

"The map is in my car! Under the passenger seat!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Hu immediately perked up.

He walked over to the heavy truck belonging to Tie Gui and kicked open the deformed door.

The room reeked of a mixture of sweat, alcohol, and diesel fuel.

There was also a string of animal bones and old bullet casings hanging on the passenger seat.

Wang Hu bent down and reached under the seat.

After touching it for a while, he cursed under his breath.

"It was well hidden."

He used a wrench to pry open the seat base and pulled out a radiation-proof and waterproof bag covered in oil stains.

The bag opening was sealed with three turns of black tape.

Wang Hu tossed the bag to Su Yuan.

Su Yuan tore the tape open with one hand.

There were no weapons inside.

There are no batteries either.

It's a roll of paper.

It's very old.

The edges are yellowed and there are tears at the creases, but it is still relatively intact thanks to the waterproof bag.

Su Yuan unfolded.

The paper contains a hand-drawn road map.

The lines are thick, and the annotations are in Chinese.

Map of the Northwest Heavy Industry Corridor Highway on Blue Star.

Wang Hu leaned closer to look, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Blue Star Script"

Xiao Huo also peeked out of the car window.

"Let me see, let me see."

The map marks abandoned roads, dried-up riverbeds, old military factory areas, and radiation shielding zones.

One of the coordinates was circled three times in red.

The handwriting is very heavy.

Strategic Supply Station No. 04

There is also a line of smaller text in parentheses.

It contains deep groundwater.

Wang Hu's breath caught in his throat.

He looked up at Su Yuan.

"distance."

Su Yuan's mechanical left eye scanned the scale.

Click.

"Less than eighty kilometers."

Wang Hu stared at the map, the wrench in his hand slowly hanging down.

The tip of the little fire's tail twitched.

"Deep groundwater."

"Master, this thing is worth more than the entire convoy of those bandits."

Su Yuan folded the map and stuffed it inside the damaged armor on his chest.

Then he looked at the thugs who were still kneeling in the sand.

"Hurry up."

Wang Hu immediately turned around and struck the truck wreckage with a wrench.

when.

"Did you all hear that?"

"Free repairmen."

"Eighty kilometers."

"If you can't dismantle a single working Desolate Ship today, you'll have to drag the locomotive over there yourselves."

The red sand was still swirling in the wind, falling onto the piled-up parts and making a soft, rustling sound.

The kneeling rioters dared not delay for a moment, using both hands and feet to dismantle usable items from the vehicle, barely daring to breathe, for fear that a slight delay would bring trouble.

Iron Ghost lay on the ground, watching his painstakingly built convoy being torn apart. The excruciating pain in his legs and the despair in his heart intertwined. He could only clutch the red sand beneath him tightly, unable to utter even a single word of begging for mercy.

Su Yuan stood up, his mechanical left eye sweeping over the scattered parts and the trembling crowd, his cold gaze showing no emotion whatsoever.

Wang Hu stood guard beside the pile of parts, occasionally scolding those who were slacking off, while he twirled the wrench in his hand with great speed.

Xiao Huo leaned against the car window, combing the smoking tail while watching the group move parts, occasionally reminding them not to bump or damage the key components.

The only sounds on the wasteland were the crisp crackling of dismantling metal, heavy breathing, and the crackling of burning wreckage in the distance. The once arrogant bandit convoy had now become a supply depot for the Devourer, hoping to repair the vehicles as soon as possible and head to the supply station where water was hidden.