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

On the red sandy wasteland, sparks from electric welding fly everywhere.

The Devourer lay sprawled on the ground, its front end looking as if it had been gnawed by a wild beast, half of its armor rolled up, and only the steel rims and charred rubber edges of its four tires remaining.

Wang Hu, holding a flashlight in his mouth, crawled under the car.

His blood had mixed with the engine oil, turning it a dark reddish-black color. He found the wrecked robotic arm in the way and simply strapped it to his back with a belt.

His only remaining fleshy hand gripped the wrench and banged it loudly under the car.

"The left-side shock absorber isn't long enough!"

"Remove the rear axle of that tanker truck!"

"Don't fucking stand there, can't you understand human language?"

Several thugs lay on the ground, their hands trembling as they dismantled their own cars.

They were just trying to steal the car.

Currently, the average person is a temporary repairman.

Unpaid.

You'll get a beating.

Iron Ghost was still lying in the red sand, his legs covered in blood, half a car door pinning him down. He dared not move, only staring into his murky green eye as he watched his painstakingly assembled convoy be reduced to mere skeletons.

A skinny thug ran over carrying half a drive shaft, slipped, and almost fell.

Wang Hu poked his head out from under the car, flashlight still in his mouth, and mumbled curses.

"Are you holding your own father's portrait? Run faster!"

The skinny thug turned pale with fright and quickly handed over the drive shaft.

Wang Hu took it and glanced at it twice.

"Bent?"

The skinny thug almost knelt down.

"Brother, this is the straightest one yet, there really isn't any more."

Wang Hu was silent for half a second, then turned to look at Su Yuan.

"Old Su, is the bent one usable?"

Su Yuan stood beside the front of the car, his left hand pressing on the deformed hood, his mechanical left eye clicking and turning.

He glanced at the drive shaft.

"As long as it can run 80 kilometers, that's fine."

Wang Hu grinned.

"Okay, then we'll repair it according to the 80-kilometer standard."

He shoved the drive shaft under the car.

"Any distance exceeding 80 kilometers counts as overtime."

Xiao Huo lay on the control panel, weakly extending two mechanical claws to take a bucket of hydraulic oil from the broken car window.

The bucket was covered in rust, and the lid was leaking.

Little Fire looked at the barrel of hydraulic oil and its tail twitched.

"The color of this thing is a bit off."

Wang Hu muttered from under the vehicle, "As long as it provides lubrication, that's fine. You're ordering food in this wasteland, aren't you?"

Xiao Huo muttered to himself.

"I used to drink Law Fuel."

Wang Hu looked up.

"Now drink diesel."

Xiao Huo fell silent.

Two seconds later, it connected the hydraulic oil to the temporary pipeline, speaking very seriously.

"I hereby declare that Che Sheng has entered a low point."

The rioters carried the thick steel plates over one by one.

Some are side panels of armored vehicles.

Some are explosion-proof partitions for oil tankers.

There are also a few with bullet holes and old military license plate numbers.

Wang Hu is not picky.

Weld if you can.

If welding is not possible, then use bolts to tighten them.

If there aren't enough bolts, use wire and chains to tie them together.

The welding machine was salvaged from a metal trolley; its power was unstable, and it would start to malfunction after only a couple of welds.

Sparks sprayed all over Wang Hu's face.

He squinted, a flashlight dangling from his mouth, and mumbled something.

"Bring another thicker plate; the front of the car is going to hit the corner!"

"A collision?"

One of the thugs was stunned.

Wang Hu raised the wrench.

"Do you have a problem with that?"

The thugs immediately shook their heads.

"No, no, I'll dismantle it right away."

Soon, a rusty forklift front beam was towed over.

That thing was frighteningly thick, with old welds and curled iron sheets still on the edges.

Wang Hu had three thugs help him climb onto the front of the vehicle, stepped on the safety bar with his left foot, and used his bare hands to weld the front beam to the very front of the Devourer.

After welding, the front of the car looked like it had an iron mouth biting people horizontally.

Ox.

thick.

hard.

It exudes an air of arrogance.

The right-side suspension was the most severely damaged.

Unable to find suitable parts, Wang Hu simply tied three old truck shock absorbers side by side, inserted steel shims in the middle, wrapped them with iron chains six times, and then locked them from both sides with bolts.

Xiao Huo stared at the blueprints, his eyes twitching.

"Brother Tiger, this structure doesn't conform to the logic of force distribution."

Wang Hu stuck an oily hand out from under the car and gave a thumbs-up.

"It fits the logic of a wasteland."

Little Fire asked, "What is wasteland logic?"

Wang Hu said, "Not losing is winning."

They even went for the roof.

The thugs dismantled several pieces of leaky sheet metal, and Wang Hu used them to build a sand shield. The edges of the shield were full of burrs, and the welds were ridiculously crooked.

When the wind blows, the sheet metal rattles and shakes.

Xiao Huo stared at the cover for a long time.

"Can this thing prevent sandstorms?"

Wang Hu looked up.

"We'll stop them as much as we can."

Little Fire: "What about the leaks?"

Wang Hu: "Just bear with it."

Little Fire buried its face in its paws.

"I miss the high-protection shield."

Su Yuan remained silent.

He simply stood beside the vehicle, his mechanical left eye scanning the Devourer over and over again.

The once mighty Emperor's Devourer, covered in dark gold scales with glowing law pipelines, had swallowed starships, gnawed at gods, and rushed through black holes.

Now, it has rusty rams welded to the front, three scrap truck shock absorbers hanging on the right side, a leaky sheet metal covering the roof, a cracked pitcher plant engine casing at the rear, and an exhaust pipe forcibly joined together with two different types of steel pipes, with fireproof cloth wrapped around the joint.

A strong smell of engine oil mixed with the smell of inferior diesel fuel spread through the red sand.

It's ridiculously ugly.

But it can run.

Wang Hu crawled out from under the car, his face covered in grease, his mouth cracked, and he was holding a wrench in his hand.

"Old Su."

Su Yuan looked at him.

Wang Hu slung the wrench over his shoulder.

"It can be opened."

A small flame peeked out from the driver's cab.

"For further clarification, it is only theoretically possible to open."

Wang Hu glared at it.

"Shut up, it's bad luck."

Su Yuan opened the deformed car door.

Only half of the car door remained, and the hinges creaked and rattled.

The driver's cab was full of sand.

The control panel had several holes, the law pipelines were no longer glowing, and only a row of old physical instruments could still move.

Oil pressure gauge.

Water thermometer.

Tachometer.

There was also a broken radio covered in tape.

Su Yuan got into the driver's seat.

A rag was placed under the broken part of his right wrist, and it was pressed against the guardrail.

He held the rusty key in his left hand.

Little Fire lay on the control panel, its paws pressing against several exposed wires.

"Master, before you light the fire, I have a friendly reminder."

Su Yuan: "Speak."

Xiao Huo glanced at the instrument panel.

"The engine compression ratio is messed up, the cooling pipes are leaking, the exhaust back pressure is unstable, the right side suspension is Tiger's performance art, the four tires come from three different models, and two of them are worn out on the same side."

Wang Hu peeked out from outside the car.

"Just tell me if you can open it or not."

Xiao Huo closed his eyes.

"able."

Wang Hu was satisfied.

Xiao Huo added a sentence.

"But driving it around would be like moving an accident scene."

Su Yuan turned the key.

Click.

The engine is not responding.

Wang Hu's face stiffened.

The small fire's tail is taut.

Su Yuan twisted it again.

Click click click.

A violent coughing sound came from deep within the pitcher plant's engine, as if a wad of phlegm was stuck in a metal lung tube.

Black smoke billowed from the rear of the car, covering the faces of the two thugs behind it.

The two men didn't dare to curse; they could only cover their faces and retreat.

the third time.

Su Yuan used his left hand to turn the key all the way in.

Rumble.

The engine finally came back to life.

First it trembled.

Then came panting.

Finally, it barely managed to enter idle mode.

The car body trembled, the metal sand shield on the roof rattled, and the three worn-out shock absorbers on the right side emitted an unhealthy creaking sound.

Xiao Huo stared intently at the water temperature gauge, his claws turning white with nervousness.

"It's on fire."

Wang Hu patted the car door.

"pretty."

Su Yuan pressed the clutch.

The gear lever was held in place by the broken wrist.

First tier.

bang.

The gears mesh roughly.

The four assembled tires were slipping wildly on the red sand, and sand was being flung onto the car windows.

The Devourer trembled several times before slowly arching forward like a giant bear with asthma.

The rioters knelt beside them, not daring to raise their heads.

Iron Ghost stared at the wasteland monster pieced together from parts from his own fleet, his throat emitting muffled gasps.

Su Yuan didn't look at him.

The Devourer rolled past him, its steel rim scraping against the red sand, flattening the deformed shotgun even more.

Wang Hu sat on the floor next to the passenger seat, a wrench resting on his knees.

He looked out of the broken window and shouted at the mob.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I won't treat you guys like disposable materials."

The rioters had just breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Hu added another sentence.

"But anyone who dares to follow will be crushed."

No one dared to answer.

The Devourer, trailing black smoke, sailed into the depths of the red sand.

The carriage was very quiet.

There was no low rumble of a high-dimensional engine.

The flow of the pipeline is without rules.

The only sounds were the rough vibrations from the burning diesel fuel, the bumps of the tires rolling over the hard soil, and the rattling of the metal sand shield being battered by the wind.

Little Fire lay on the control panel, its golden vertical pupils staring at the few darkened law pipes.

After a long time, it whispered, "Master."

Su Yuan looked ahead.

"Um."

The small fire claw was placed next to the instrument panel.

"I used to think that as long as the core didn't break, the car wouldn't really die."

It paused for a moment.

"Now I know that a leaky radiator can kill you, a flat tire can kill you, and not having enough fuel can kill you."

Wang Hu picked up a half-bottle of dirty water from the side, rinsed his mouth, and spat it into the broken tin can.

"That's how it is with all vehicles."

Xiao Huo looked at him.

Wang Hu wiped the oil off his face.

"We used to be using cheat codes like a god."

"What's happening now is destiny."

Su Yuan gripped the steering wheel with his left hand, his mechanical left eye scanning the red sand ahead.

"adapt."

The little fire's tail swayed slightly.

"receive."

The Devourer had traveled less than ten kilometers when the sky changed.

The red sand in the distance first darkened.

Then, the horizon seemed to be pushed up by an invisible hand, and huge swathes of sand and dust rolled in.

The wind speed increased dramatically in just a few dozen seconds.

The metal sand shield on the roof of the vehicle shook violently, and the welds emitted a faint metallic groan.

The mechanical left eye displays environmental readings.

Visibility: 9 meters.

Radioactive dust concentration: dangerous.

Temperatures continue to drop.

Lateral wind pressure exceeds the standard for assembled armor.

Little Fire looked at the data, and its tail exploded.

"Red Sandstorm!"

Wang Hu cursed, "Damn it."

"This godforsaken place doesn't even care about the weather!"

The next second, the storm engulfed everything.

Red sand covered the sky.

I couldn't see anything outside the car window, only a murky red color swirling around.

The sand grains hit the metal sand cover so densely that it made your teeth ache.

The assembled armor was torn apart by the strong wind, and the iron chain binding and suspending it on the right side was pulled taut.

The Devourer began to drift laterally.

Su Yuan steadied the steering wheel with his left hand, and with a combination of pressing and releasing the accelerator, he forcefully pulled the car back from the edge of the skid.

Little Fire lay on the control panel, its claws rapidly flipping the switches.

"The air intake filter is 40% clogged!"

"The water temperature is rising!"

"Abnormal temperature on the right-side shock absorber!"

Wang Hu was about to speak.

boom.

A muffled thud came from the right side of the front of the car.

The water temperature gauge's red light is flashing wildly.

Scalding steam billowed out from the gaps in the hood.

Xiao Huo's face changed.

"The water tank connection has broken!"

Wang Hu got up and walked towards the car door.

Su Yuan said coldly, "The car is still moving."

Wang Hu grabbed the fireproof tape and pulled up an old leather belt from the ground.

"So someone has to go and block it."

The fire is burning.

"The wind pressure outside will rip your face apart!"

Wang Hu opened the car door.

A strong wind rushed in, and red sand instantly filled half of the carriage.

He squinted, a grin spreading across his face.

"How much is a face worth?"

After saying that, he climbed out through the broken window.

Wang Hu's body was pressed against the car's exterior, almost floating sideways in the wind.

His only remaining fleshy hand gripped the weld on the roof, his shoulders bracing against the sand and dust, as he slowly moved toward the hood.

The red sand hit his face, and his skin immediately cracked.

His coat was ripped open by the wind, revealing his back covered in old wounds.

Xiao Huo's hands trembled as he watched from inside the car.

"Tiger! To the left! The pipe is on the left!"

Wang Hu couldn't hear clearly and could only rely on the lights inside the car that Xiao Huo was using to make his judgment.

He moved to the front of the hood, slipped, and almost got swept away by the wind.

Su Yuan jerked the steering wheel with his left hand, causing the car to swerve to the right, giving Wang Hu a half-second to get into position.

Wang Hu seized the opportunity, grabbed the edge of the hood, and reached his bare hand into the steam.

"You're burning my dad!"

He cursed fiercely.

But he didn't let go.

A burst water pipe was spraying hot water wildly next to the engine.

Wang Hu wrapped the old belt around the pipe, pressed it down with his shoulder, and then bit open the tape with his teeth.

Red sand was shoveled into his mouth.

He spat out a mouthful and continued wringing.

a circle.

Two laps.

Three laps.

He forced the belt into the pipe.

The outer layer of the tape softened from the high temperature, so he used the wrench handle to hold the clip in place and pulled it back forcefully with his bare hands.

The skin on my palms was cut open.

Blood flowed down my wrist, only to be stuck to the sand.

"Shut up!"

The latch finally snapped shut.

The water temperature gauge stopped rising.

Xiao Huo suddenly looked up.

"It's blocked!"

Wang Hu climbed back up from the hood of the engine.

When he returned to the car window, he was no longer recognizable as a human being.

His face was covered in bloody gashes and red sand, steam was rising from his hair, and his fleshy hands were trembling violently.

He tumbled into the carriage and fell to the floor.

Xiao Huo immediately rushed over and used his mechanical claws to pry him away.

"Tiger, are you still alive?"

Wang Hu lay panting.

"nonsense."

Xiao Huo stared at his bloodied and mangled hand, remaining silent for a long time.

Wang Hu raised his eyes.

"What are you looking at?"

Little Fire whispered, "Without laws, without shields, without self-healing, you still dare to climb out."

Wang Hu grinned, his teeth filled with sand.

"The car needs to stop; we all need to feed the wasteland."

He tossed the remaining half roll of fireproof tape to Xiao Huo.

"Keep it safe, it's a magical artifact."

Xiao Huo caught it, his expression very serious.

"Received, wasteland wonder: fireproof tape."

Su Yuan did not turn around.

But he pressed the steering wheel with a more steady hand.

The storm continues.

The Devourer struggled forward through the red sand, its ramming head constantly smashing through the shards of metal and dry skeletons swept up by the wind.

Suddenly, Su Yuan's mechanical left eye started rotating faster.

Click click click.

Low-frequency vibrations were felt from beneath the ground.

It is not a high-dimensional fluctuation.

It is not a pollution of the laws.

It is biological activity.

Clumps of sandbags rose up from a distance and swam rapidly toward the Devourer.

The small fire also picked up the reading.

There's something underground!

Wang Hu got up, grabbed an old-fashioned rifle, and cocked it.

"How many?"

Little Fire stared at the ever-increasing number of red dots on the radar, its tail frozen in place.

Seventeen.

"Its length is around twenty meters."

"Carbon-based life."

"Radiation-mutated sandworms"

Wang Hu's face twitched.

"The wasteland ecosystem is quite vibrant."

Sand surrounded them.

They swam at high speed beneath the red sand, creating bulging arcs that enveloped the Devourer.

The roar of engines, the smell of blood, and the heat all became bait.

The first sandworm broke through the soil.

Its entire body was covered in dark brown carapace, its body was as thick as an old-fashioned oil tanker, and its head had no eyes, only a huge round mouth covered with barbs.

The mouth opened and lunged straight for the back of the car to bite.

Wang Hu raised his gun.

Bang bang bang.

The inferior bullets struck the insect armor, producing only a few sparks.

Wang Hu's face darkened.

"This piece of junk isn't even good enough for scraping!"

The little fire screamed.

"It's biting!"

Su Yuan floored the accelerator.

The gear lever was pushed into second gear by the broken wrist.

bang.

The Devourer sped up, narrowly shaking off the sandworm's mouthparts.

The sandworm missed its target, half of its body slammed out of the ground, and then burrowed back into the sand.

Su Yuan's mechanical left eye scanned the surrounding terrain.

In the storm, the ruins of an old-fashioned viaduct came into view.

Concrete bridge piers stand tall in the red sand, their surfaces mottled by wind erosion, yet still very hard.

Su Yuan turned the steering wheel.

The Devourer rushed into the bridge pier area.

Xiao Huo looked at the densely packed bridge piers in front of him, and his entire core tightened.

"Master, there's not enough space for the car!"

Su Yuan: "Enough."

Wang Hu gripped the car door frame tightly.

"Old Su, are you sure?"

Su Yuan: "Hold on tight."

The Devourer skimmed past the first bridge pier.

The sheet metal on the left side was scraped open, and sparks flew out in a long line.

The second pier is coming right at you.

Su Yuan jerked the steering wheel back with his left hand, the broken shock absorber on the right side made a screeching sound of deformation, the car body tilted almost to the ground, and squeezed through the gap between the two bridge piers.

The sandworms chasing from behind couldn't be stopped.

boom.

It crashed headfirst into the bridge pier.

Hard concrete was driven directly into the insect's mouth, causing the insect's head to burst open in half, and green slurry sprayed all over the red sand.

Wang Hu stared, his eyes wide.

"This works?"

Little Fire got so excited that its tail stood up again.

"A terrain-based kill! The master used a terrain-based kill!"

The second sandworm burst out from the left.

Instead of slowing down, Su Yuan pressed the accelerator harder.

The ram of the Devourer skimmed along the edge of the bridge pier, luring the sandworms to get closer.

Just as the sandworm opened its mouth, he slammed on the brakes, floored the clutch, and turned the steering wheel to the right.

The rear of the car swerved sideways.

The sandworm missed its target, and half of its head got stuck between two bridge piers.

Su Yuan shifted into first gear and floored the accelerator.

The front of the Devourer rammed into the corner of the vehicle.

Click.

The insect's head was crushed by the impact horn and the bridge pier.

The green juice splashed onto the windshield, only to be quickly obscured by the sand and dust.

Wang Hu had half his face pressed against the broken window.

Holy crap.

Little Fire shouted along.

Holy crap.

Wang Hu looked at it.

What are you studying?

Xiao Huo was perfectly justified.

"This is a common compliment used in the wasteland."

The sandworm swarm is in disarray.

They weave through the pier area, but their massive size limits their ability to turn.

Although the Devourer was damaged, it was excessively agile under Su Yuan's single-handed control.

Revolver driving over sand pits.

The right wheel scraped against the bridge pier.

The vehicle skidded to the side.

Get back on track.

accelerate.

Brake.

Every step was teetering on the brink of death.

Wang Hu became increasingly silent as he looked at the screen.

He finally realized that the whirlwind in the shaft earlier wasn't just luck.

Su Yuan can truly turn a car that's about to fall apart into a knife that cuts flesh right off the ground.

Just as the swarm of insects was left halfway, the ground suddenly bulged up.

In front of the bridge pier area, red sand was blasted open.

A black beetle king, nearly fifty meters long, burst out of the sand.

Its carapace is frighteningly thick, with dense bony protrusions on the surface, and corrosive mucus clinging to the edges of its mouthparts.

It wasn't a rear-end collision.

It came straight at us from the side and front.

The target is the right front wheel.

The alarm lights on the small fire truck are all on.

"Right front wheel!"

Wang Hu raised his gun and fired two shots.

The bullet bounced away.

"It's no use!"

The Insect King opened its mandibles and bit the outside of the right front wheel of the Devourer.

The assembled tires deformed instantly.

The three wrecked truck shock absorbers on the right side groaned in unison, their chains stretched taut and their bolts loosened one by one.

The train carriage tilted violently.

Xiao Huo slid off the control panel, only to be grabbed by the tail by Wang Hu.

"Don't drop it!"

Xiao Huo's face was twisted from being pulled.

"Don't pull the tail!"

Wang Hu roared back.

"You need to stay alive before you talk about user experience!"

The Insect King continued its offensive.

The right side of the Devourer was lifted up, and the left tires plowed deep furrows in the red sand.

In two seconds, the whole vehicle will overturn.

Su Yuan's right tricolor vertical pupil contracted slightly.

He did not invoke the law.

It was not called the Devourer of Wasteland Transformation.

He pressed the clutch with his left foot and the accelerator with his right, repeatedly pushing the engine speed to the redline.

The pitcher plant's engine emitted a dying roar.

The tachometer needle was shaking wildly.

Xiao Huo's face turned green.

"Master, the engine is about to disintegrate!"

Su Yuan kept the steering wheel steady with his left hand.

"Let it hold on."

He kicked open the deformed car door.

Gale-force winds and red sand surged in.

The car body is still tilting.

Su Yuan stood up and pulled a solid spare drive shaft from under the floor of the carriage with his left hand.

Two hundred catties.

Pure steel.

Wang Hu used to find it too heavy even when he used both hands to lift it.

Now Su Yuan holds it with one hand.

The cracked skin on his palm split open again, and blood flowed down the drive shaft.

Wang Hu was dumbfounded.

"Old Su, what are you doing?"

Su Yuan did not answer.

He stood by the sloping car door, his body lowered to match the angle of the car.

The insect king opened its mouthparts wide again, preparing to tear off the tires and half of the front of the vehicle together.

Just as the giant mouth opened completely, Su Yuan used the momentum of the car tilting to pull back with his left arm.

The muscles tensed up.

A dull thud came from beneath the shoulder armor, the sound of bones rubbing together.

Then, the drive shaft was released.

It wasn't thrown.

It's like pushing an entire piece of steel into the mouth of death.

The drive shaft spun out, passed through the red sand, and rushed directly into the depths of the insect king's throat.

puff.

The heavy steel shaft pierced through the soft flesh and continued downwards, forcefully pushing the upper half of the insect king's body back to the ground.

The insect king's body writhed violently, its mouthparts opening and closing frantically, but it could no longer bite down.

The drive shaft was stuck inside its body, with one end protruding outside and the other end deep under the sand, tightly restraining it.

Su Yuan sat back in the driver's seat.

Release the clutch.

Straighten the steering wheel.

floor the accelerator.

"Run it over."

The front of the Devourer rammed into the corner of the vehicle.

The right front wheel squeezed out from the edge of the insect king's mouthparts, and the left tire regained grip.

The assembled train, billowing black smoke and emitting sharp friction, crushed the insect king's head.

Click, click.

The shell shattered.

Green slurry was sprayed onto the bottom of the car, mixed with red sand and engine oil, and crushed into sticky marks by the steel rims.

The insect king still tried to wriggle.

Su Yuan shifted to second gear.

Grind it again.

The car shook.

The insect king's head collapsed completely.

Only the twitching of its massive body remained on the wasteland.

Xiao Huo paused for half a second.

Then it jumped up directly on the control panel.

"Aaaaaah!"

"Pure physical brutality!"

"Master is awesome!"

Wang Hu was also enraged, grabbing a wrench and banging wildly on the carriage.

"pretty!"

"Now that's what a wasteland can opener should be!"

The remaining sandworms were scared away by the smell of the king's blood.

They circled around the red sand a few times before finally dragging the sandbags away from the bridge pier area.

The edge of the storm has arrived.

The Devourer was covered in insect blood and entrails, and several pieces of black armor were still stuck in the front corner of the vehicle.

The engine was breathing even harder, and black smoke was billowing from the exhaust pipe.

But it broke through the red sandstorm.

Ahead lay a dry basin.

The wind has subsided considerably.

The sky changed from a murky red to a grayish-yellow.

Sunlight shone through the sand and dust onto the car, revealing its numerous scratches.

Half of the metal sand cover on the roof is missing.

The shock absorber chain on the right side is broken in two loops.

There was worm meat clinging to the edge of the front tire.

The windshield was completely obscured, and Xiao Huo painstakingly scraped it a few times with the mechanical claw, managing to clear only a small patch of vision about the size of a palm.

Wang Hu leaned against the car door, panting heavily as he breathed in the rusty air.

He looked down at his hands.

The hand was a bloody mess, the knuckles were horribly swollen, and it was covered in black oil and sand.

He laughed suddenly.

"I've never been this tired even when fighting starships before."

Little Fire lay back on the control panel, its tail drooping limply.

"Starships didn't bite tires before."

Wang Hu nodded.

That makes sense.

Xiao Huo looked at the darkened pipeline and then at the water temperature gauge and oil pressure gauge.

"I understand now."

Wang Hu asked, "What do you understand?"

Xiao Huo said seriously, "A loose screw is scarier than a curse from the gods."

Wang Hu was delighted.

"You've finally matured."

Su Yuan did not participate in their bickering.

He gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his mechanical left eye zooming in on the distant horizon.

The coordinates on the map are almost there.

Strategic Supply Station No. 04

It contains deep groundwater.

At the end of the dried-up basin, the red sand gradually thins out.

A towering water tower came into view.

The water tower's outer shell is mottled, but the main body still stands, with several large water storage tanks on top and thick water pumping pipes attached to the side.

The pipeline extends all the way underground.

When Wang Hu saw the water tower, he sat up straight.

"arrive?"

The small fire also looked up.

"Deep groundwater?"

Su Yuan continued to adjust the focus with his left eye.

Click.

Click.

Click.

The details around the water tower are zoomed in on.

It is not an abandoned supply station.

A ten-meter-high reverse-sloping armored city wall forms a circle.

The walls are welded with multiple layers of steel plates, and the outer side is covered with barricades and anti-vehicle ditches.

Four heavy machine gun bunkers were positioned in the corner, their muzzles already beginning to turn.

Behind the city wall, there was a watchtower, and the searchlight on the top of the tower was slowly sweeping across the basin.

Further away, three heavily armored mechs patrolled the wasteland.

They were much taller than the dilapidated Iron Ghost vehicles, with machine guns mounted on their shoulders, ammunition boxes on their backs, clear and intact hydraulic structures on their legs, and black gear emblems painted on their armor.

The smile on Wang Hu's face slowly faded.

"This is not a supply station."

Xiao Huo looked at the detection data, his throat tightening.

"This is a warlord's water supply fortress."

The roar of the Devourer's engines still echoed in the basin.

The searchlight on the watchtower suddenly stopped.

The white light beams locked onto the front of the Devourer, which was covered in insect blood and black smoke.

Above the city wall, a row of red warning lights lit up in sequence.

The barrel of the heavy machine gun bunker began to lower its angle.

A patrol mech turned around, its shoulder-mounted machine gun slowly rising.

Su Yuan's left hand rested on the steering wheel, his mechanical left eye reflecting the high wall and water tower.

Wang Hu gripped the wrench and stood up from the floor.

Xiao Huo extended his mechanical claw and pressed down on the still-trembling oil pressure gauge.

The Devourer stopped at the edge of the dried-up basin, drops of green insect blood dripping from the rammed corner of the vehicle.

A rough, static-like sound came from the loudspeakers on the distant city wall.

"Unknown vehicle".

"Shut down the engine."

"Driver, get out of the car."

"Submit for disarming and inspection."