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

The countdown on the screen jumped to twenty.

The red numbers are flashing in the center of the console.

twenty.

nineteen.

eighteen.

The red dots below the abyss are getting denser.

Not dozens.

They climb up in large swathes.

The train hounds gripped the rock face with their track claws, tore through the old concrete and rusted supports with their cutting arms, and the massive train climbed up the vertical cliff face. Blood-red searchlights rose up in dense array, all locking onto the Devourer at the end of the broken track.

The entire tunnel was shaking.

The old sleepers at the edge of the broken track were bitten into pieces by the cutting arm and flew everywhere.

The survivor surnamed Xu was deathly pale, his body strapped to the seat, his chest heaving violently.

He stared intently at the countdown on the old walkie-talkie, his voice hoarse from shouting.

"password!"

"Enter the password quickly!"

"Little girl, hurry!"

Little Fire's two claws were already leaving afterimages on the console.

The hound's navigation system overheated, and red gibberish scrolled wildly.

It input the old-era access code that the survivor surnamed Xu had spat out, digit by digit.

Press the confirmation button.

Suddenly, a large number of red warning messages popped up on the screen.

Signal jamming at station seven.

The external bridge is not connected.

Please complete the physical port docking at the leading edge of the broken rail.

The small flame almost exploded.

"Physical port docking?"

"Why would you still plug it in at a time like this?"

Wang Hu braced himself against the passenger seat and peered at the screen.

"What do you mean?"

The little fire was so anxious that its claws almost scratched through the control panel.

"The password is correct."

"But the seventh station blocked all wireless access."

"The vehicle wiring must be connected to the external axle interface box before the password can be entered."

Wang Hu's face darkened.

Where is the interface box?

The small torch is used to pull out the detection map.

A small yellow dot flashes outside the broken rail.

It's not by the roadside.

It's not at the bridgehead.

It hangs above the abyss.

Wang Hu turned his head to look out the car window.

The car headlights swept across.

More than 30 meters away from the broken rail, several rusty, thick steel cables hung down from the rock wall above, suspending a square interface box full of cracks.

That thing hung in mid-air above the abyss.

A strong wind rushed up from below, making it sway from side to side, and the old blue star markings on its outer shell were scraped off by the red sand, leaving only half of them.

There is no foot pedal next to the box.

There is no suspension bridge.

There was nowhere for anyone to stand on.

Only a dark abyss remains.

After reading it, Wang Hu immediately cursed.

"Is this designer drunk?"

"Should the interface box be hung 30 meters outside?"

"Who the hell is going to pick me up?"

The survivor surnamed Xu's lips trembled.

"There used to be an external bridge maintenance arm."

"It's broken now."

"It was destroyed by hunting dogs."

Xiao Huo stared at the countdown, his voice growing increasingly strained.

"Fifteen seconds."

"Master, there's no time to connect the wires."

Wang Hu pushed the car door open halfway, and the outside wind rushed into the car, carrying the smell of rust and burnt cables.

He looked down and saw that the first batch of hunting dogs had already climbed onto the broken tracks.

The front of those things was cracked, and three sets of cutting saw discs were spinning at high speed, carrying rock debris and sparks, flipping upwards from the edge of the broken track.

The blood-red electronic eye rose.

Lock on the Devourer.

next moment.

Four barbed chain scythes shot out from the front of the hound truck.

boom.

boom.

boom.

boom.

The scythe crossed the ground and hooked onto the sleepers and broken supports on both sides of the Devourer, directly blocking its escape route.

The steel cable is taut.

Two more hounds emerged from the gap in the old track behind, their cutting arms sweeping across and scraping long grooves into the tunnel walls on both sides.

Their escape route was blocked.

There is a broken track ahead.

Below is a pack of hunting dogs.

The interface box is 30 meters outside the void.

The survivor surnamed Xu slumped in his chair, his eyes filled with despair.

Thirty meters.

"The car can't fly over there."

"Even if it flies out, it won't be able to reach the interface box."

"This isn't a road; it's a pit for filtering out the failed products."

Wang Hu reached out and grabbed the large wrench.

He pulled the wrench from beside his seat, his shoulders tense.

"Then get off the bus."

"Smash as many as you can."

Xiao Huo suddenly turned around.

"Tiger, if you go down there, you'll be cut into pieces by the saw!"

Wang Hu grinned, his face showing no sign of relaxation.

"But we can't just sit and wait for them to eat."

The survivor surnamed Xu's throat bobbed.

He wanted to offer advice, but couldn't find the words.

On the edge of the broken track, the first hound had already flipped completely over.

The tracks pressed down on the old rails, the locomotive sank, and the cutting saw was aimed at the Devourer.

A mechanical female voice came from its broken loudspeaker.

"Illegal Blue Star carriage confirmed."

"Internal bridge access request interception".

"Cut and recycle execution."

Wang Hu spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground.

"Execute your grandpa."

He was about to jump out of the car.

Su Yuan spoke up.

"Sit back down."

Wang Hu stopped moving.

He turned to look at the driver's seat.

Su Yuan sat there, his left hand on the steering wheel, his mechanical left eye spinning rapidly.

In the dimly lit carriage, the red light on the instrument panel kept flashing.

The pack of hunting dogs outside is approaching.

The countdown has 15 seconds left.

fourteen.

Thirteen.

Su Yuan did not look at the hunting dogs.

His mechanical left eye locked onto the wind direction, the height of the broken rail, the swing amplitude of the interface box, the current weight of the Devourer, the nuclear battery output, the motor torque, the rebound time of the anti-magnetic suspension, and the temporary metal slope formed by the dozen or so hunting dogs before the rail broke.

Xiao Huo understood some of the data and froze completely.

"Owner."

"You wouldn't be thinking of...?"

Su Yuan pushes the gear lever with his left hand.

Click.

Reverse gear.

The engine emitted a low, crackling sound.

The power lines of all six nuclear batteries simultaneously lit up with a dark red warning light.

The Cold Spring Type IV water pump began pressurizing, and the thick water pipes vibrated on both sides of the vehicle.

Wang Hu's eyes widened.

"Old Su?"

"Why are you backing up?"

next second.

Su Yuan slammed on the gas pedal.

The Devourer did not rush forward.

It retreated rapidly.

Four sets of anti-magnetic suspension gripped the broken old rails tightly, and the combined drive of the tires and tracks exerted force simultaneously, pulling the two lock sickles behind the vehicle backward.

The hound's hydraulic winch began to emit a sharp error message.

"Traction abnormality."

"Traction abnormality."

"Target reverse load exceeds limit."

The steel cable was stretched to its limit.

Wang Hu immediately lunged to the car window and gripped the handrail tightly.

The impact of the vehicle reversing nearly strangled the survivor, surnamed Xu, with the cloth strap.

His eyes were bloodshot.

"What is he doing?"

"There's no road behind us!"

Little Fire's claws gripped the edge of the control panel, his face tense.

He wasn't running away.

"He's trying to create distance."

"He's going to sprint."

The survivor surnamed Xu was momentarily stunned.

"Sprint?"

"There's a cliff ahead!"

Little Fire stared at Su Yuan's profile, its tail trembling slightly.

"right."

"He's going to fly there."

The survivor surnamed Xu was completely numb.

He looked at the broken old tracks outside the front of the train, then at the interface box suspended in the air thirty meters away.

"That's insane."

"This vehicle was just fitted with hound armor, which more than doubled its weight."

"This is not a light off-road vehicle."

"This is a heavily armored piece of scrap metal covered in the remnants of a system."

"fly?"

"What will we use to fly?"

Wang Hu sat back in the passenger seat, placed the wrench across his knee, and slowly grinned.

"Give me your life."

"Take the torque."

"Use that unreasonable brain of Old Su."

Ten seconds left on the countdown.

Su Yuan pulled the hydraulic handbrake.

The car came to an abrupt stop while reversing.

The four sets of anti-magnetic suspensions were pushed to their limits.

The fixing bolts under the old rails made a cracking sound.

The two chain sickles, still hanging at the rear of the vehicle, were pulled at an angle out of place.

Su Yuan switched all the power from the six nuclear batteries to the rear-drive system.

Xiao Huo looked at the energy distribution diagram and gasped.

"All for rear-wheel drive?"

"Is the cooling pump only powered by basic power?"

"Master, if you kick it, the rear drive shaft will be overloaded."

Su Yuan's gaze remained steady.

"It just ate the hunting dog."

"We can hold on."

Wang Hu raised his hand and patted the newly welded side beam inside the car.

"Bro, don't let me down."

"If it falls off, I have nowhere to fix it."

The pressure in the Lengquan Type IV water tank has been raised to the red zone.

The red light started flashing.

External pipeline bulges.

White mist spewed out from the gaps in the heat sink fins, and was quickly dispersed by the abyssal gale.

Ahead of the broken track.

A dozen or so hunting dogs had already climbed up.

They lay across the old tracks, saw discs fully open, cutting arms raised, ready to shred the charging Devourer before it reached the break.

A mechanical female voice filled the tunnel once again.

"The target has no escape route."

"Perform a frontal cut."

"Countdown to completion of recycling."

The lips of the survivor surnamed Xu trembled.

"They know we're going to charge."

"They are using themselves as roadblocks."

Wang Hu gripped the safety frame tightly.

"Then let them know what the roadblock disappearing technique is all about."

Eight seconds left on the countdown.

Seven seconds.

Su Yuan released the handbrake.

Press the accelerator all the way down.

The Devourer paused for a moment.

Then the whole car shot forward.

The rear of the car dipped.

The front of the car was lifted.

Sparks flew as the old tracks were simultaneously crushed by the tires and tracks.

The nuclear battery power supply rod rushed directly into the danger zone.

The roar of the pitcher plant engine traveled from the front to the rear of the vehicle, even causing the newly welded hound armor to vibrate.

Little Fire gripped the control panel tightly.

"Rear-wheel drive outputs 130%."

"The drive shaft temperature skyrocketed."

"The anti-magnetic suspension rebound is normal."

"Twelve hunting dogs ahead."

Wang Hu's eyes gleamed, and his blood seemed to boil.

"Collide!"

Su Yuan did not slow down.

There was no change in direction.

The Hound Superhard Alloy Bucket on the front of the Devourer was lowered, facing the pack of hounds head-on.

The first hunting dog lifted the saw blade.

Su Yuan turned the steering wheel slightly by half an inch.

The left corner of the bucket is pressed against the front protective plate of the hunting dog.

boom.

The hound was completely overturned.

With its belly facing upwards, the cutting saw disc was still spinning in vain when it was run over by the front beam of the Devourer in the next second. The saw disc bearing broke on the spot, and fragments flew all over the broken rails.

A second hunting dog pounced from the side, its scythe aimed at the front of the vehicle.

Wang Hu suddenly leaned half his body out and swung the large wrench at the chain link.

when.

The link is off-center.

The locking hook grazed the roof, sending sparks flying, but failed to secure the main beam.

"You think you're worthy to lead my car?"

Wang Hu roared until the veins on his neck bulged.

The third and fourth hounds pressed forward side by side.

The cutting saw blades are crisscrossed, trying to bite the edge of the bucket.

Su Yuan pressed the accelerator and instead pushed the front of the car toward the left side of the broken rail.

The bucket cuts diagonally between the two hounds.

Hard squeeze.

Hard top.

Hard shovel.

The side armor of the two hounds was squeezed out of shape, and their tracks were suspended in the air. They were then pushed backward by the Devourer and crashed into the three hounds behind them.

Metals tearing at each other.

The broken track was rolled into the saw disc.

The saw blade became unbalanced and reversed its cutting back onto the underside of the car.

boom.

Several hounds simultaneously burst into fireballs and black smoke.

The wreckage piled up in front of the broken rails, forming a sloping metal ramp.

Xiao Huo's eyes shone brightly.

"The wreckage is tall enough!"

"Master, the slope works!"

The survivor surnamed Xu stared at this scene, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

"Did he turn the hunting dog into a jumping platform?"

Wang Hu turned around and shouted at him.

"Wasteland basics, buckle up!"

Five seconds left on the countdown.

The Devourer charged onto the pile of hound wreckage.

The car body jolted violently.

The front bucket crushed the front of the last Hound blocking its way, sending track fragments and control boxes flying into the abyss.

The end of the broken track is just around the corner.

Below is bottomless darkness.

The interface box is located 30 meters to the right front, suspended by several thick steel cables, and is being blown in the opposite direction by the wind.

Xiao Huo watched the trajectory, his heart nearly stopping.

"The angle is too far to the right."

"The car is too heavy."

"It will sink if it flies out."

"Can't reach the interface box!"

The numbers in Su Yuan's mechanical left eye jumped even faster.

He did not reply.

Slightly press the steering wheel to the right.

The anti-magnetic suspension rebounded with full force at the last moment before derailing.

The nuclear power supply at the rear of the vehicle experienced a brief overload.

The locomotive of the Devourer departed from the old tracks.

The car body was lifted into the air.

The darkness swallowed all the support beneath the tires.

The survivor surnamed Xu managed to squeeze out a broken voice, and his entire body was pressed down into the seat by inertia.

The little fire claw pressed the confirm button firmly.

Wang Hu grabbed the top edge of the car window, with half of his body already leaning out.

The broken track sped away behind us.

The pack of hounds below raised a red light.

Dozens of chain sickles shot out from the direction of the cliff, trying to capture the Devourer in mid-air.

Su Yuan jerked the steering wheel sharply with his left hand.

The car body veered laterally in mid-air.

Several chain sickles brushed against the underside of the vehicle.

One of them is fastened to the edge of the rear armor plate.

Wang Hu gritted his teeth and growled, swinging the wrench in a backhand motion.

when.

The lock hook was knocked off course.

Wang Hu's hand split open again, and blood flowed down the back of his hand.

He didn't look at the wound.

His gaze was fixed on the interface box suspended in mid-air.

Three seconds left on the countdown.

The interface box swept past the right side of the vehicle.

distance.

There are still more than two meters left.

not enough.

The car body began to fall.

The glimmer of hope that had just appeared in the eyes of the survivor surnamed Xu was quickly suppressed.

"I can't reach it!"

Xiao Huo's pupils constricted.

"Interface deviation".

"The physical cable is long enough, but someone has to throw it out."

Su Yuan suddenly spoke.

"Wang Hu".

"Lay out the lines."

Wang Hu has already made his move.

He pulled a data cable from the winch at the rear of the vehicle.

One end of the cable was connected to the Devourer's console, but Little Fire was pressing the interface firmly.

The other end is tied to a heavy-duty grappling hook, which was modified from a hunting dog's scythe.

The grappling hook had barbs, and an old Blue Star data cable was wrapped around it. The outer shell was roughly secured with tape, making it ridiculously ugly and ridiculously hard.

Wang Hu swung it around in his hand half a circle.

The wind pressure almost dragged him out of the car window.

He braced his legs against the car's internal support frame, his back stretched to its limit, and he kept cursing.

"Oh shit."

"Connect the network cable from air to air."

"This life has been worthwhile."

Two seconds left on the countdown.

Using the momentum of the Devouring Wasteland's flight, Wang Hu leaned out even further.

The little fire roared inside the car.

"Tiger, don't fall!"

Wang Hu did not turn around.

"Your brother Tiger hasn't settled his wages yet."

"It won't fall!"

He swung the grappling hook.

It's not something you just throw around randomly.

He stared at the crack in the outer shell of the interface box, and at the moment the box was blown back by the wind.

Su Yuan simultaneously applied the brakes lightly.

The air brakes couldn't stop the car.

However, the changes in the wheel and body posture caused the entire Devourer to experience a very slight pitch deviation.

This slight deviation raised Wang Hu's cable-throwing angle by half a foot.

Wang Hu seized the opportunity and unleashed a burst of power with his arm.

The grappling hook flew out with the data cable attached.

It slid through the darkness, brushing against the edge of the interface box casing.

I failed to catch it the first time.

The survivor surnamed Xu felt his heart skip a beat.

The grappling hook continues forward.

The cable was straightened.

Just as it was about to slip off, the hook's back teeth caught on the edge of the crack in the shell.

Wang Hu suddenly pulled his arms back.

Click.

The hook forcefully gripped the crack.

The outer shell of the interface box was torn and deformed, but it didn't fall off.

The data cable snapped straight instantly.

Little Fire was already waiting in front of the control panel.

"Connect!"

It slapped the Enter key with its paw.

The old password uttered by the survivor surnamed Xu was reconfirmed by Xiao Huo.

The password was forcibly injected into the suspended interface box along this ridiculously ugly physical cable.

The red warning light on the screen flashed three times.

Then it turns green.

External bridge access confirmed.

Blue Star drivers are granted temporary passage.

The abyss bridge unfolds.

The countdown has reached zero.

From deep within the rock walls on both sides of the abyss, a sudden, extremely heavy mechanical clanging sound came from.

It wasn't the small door that opened.

It's not a regular bridge plate ejection.

It is the heavy machinery inside the entire rock wall that is being revived.

The gears mesh together.

The hydraulic cylinder pushes open the rusted outer casing.

One by one, the lock beams buried in the rock strata came loose.

The pack of hunting dogs climbing below was clearly stuck.

Their red lights started flashing erratically.

"Outer bridge activated."

"mistake."

"mistake."

"Recycling path conflict".

next second.

The rock walls on both sides cracked.

Folded bridge planks, several meters thick, suddenly popped out from inside the rock wall.

Section 1.

Two sections.

Three sections.

The massive metal bridge deck, covered in years of accumulated dust and red rust, resembles a long-dormant heavy industry behemoth stretching its spine.

It extends from both sides simultaneously, and the teeth on the edge of the bridge precisely engage in mid-air.

Each closure carries the force to crush everything.

The pack of hunting dogs hanging on the cliff had no time to escape.

The top dozens of hunting dogs were directly hit by the bridge plank.

The car body flattened out.

The tracks burst open.

The cutting saw disc is pressed into a twisted disc.

Sparks and oil mist sprayed out from the gaps in the bridge.

More hounds were still climbing up when they were swept away by the next section of the bridge.

Their mechanical claws were still gripping the rock face, while the vehicle body was being pushed outwards by the bridge structure.

One after another, they fell into the abyss.

Before it had fallen far, it was squeezed again by the bridge planks that continued to unfold below.

Metal fragments scattered in large pieces.

Fireballs lit up one after another in the darkness, only to be obscured by the heavy bridge surface.

Xiao Huo was completely stunned as he watched the red dots on the screen disappear in clusters.

"The number of hunting dogs has decreased."

One hundred and seventy.

Two hundred and ninety.

"Four hundred and ten."

"It's still falling."

Wang Hu was still holding onto the cable, with half of his body hanging outside the car window.

He watched as the bridge on both sides flattened the pack of hunting dogs into pancakes, and his mouth stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

"This bridge is so considerate."

"It's even better at disassembling cars than I am."

The survivor surnamed Xu was covered in sweat.

He stared at the heavily fortified folding bridge that unfolded from the rock face, his eyes wide with shock.

"Seventh stop, outer bridge."

"It's still alive."

"It's still alive after all these years."

The Devourer is still falling.

The last section of the bridge deck popped out from underneath.

Su Yuan gripped the steering wheel with both hands, his mechanical left eye locking onto the landing point on the bridge.

The vehicle body's downward angle is too large.

If it falls directly, the front bucket will hit the bridge surface first, and the entire vehicle may roll over.

Su Yuan slammed on the gas pedal.

The tires in the air are spinning at high speed.

The antimagnetic suspension enters the preload state.

The front of the car was slightly raised.

Vehicle body posture adjustment complete.

boom.

The Devourer landed heavily on the newly unfolded bridge surface.

The four sets of anti-magnetic suspensions were pushed to their limits.

The tires and tracks simultaneously scraped out long sparks.

The shovel bucket on the front of the truck plowed a black mark across the bridge surface.

Little Fire was almost thrown away, its claws gripping the edge of the control panel tightly.

"It's hanging there!"

"The frame isn't cracked!"

"The cooling system is still working!"

Wang Hu was pulled back into the car by inertia, slamming against the seat and wincing in pain.

"Damn it, my back almost gave out."

Before he could even settle in, several stray hounds behind him pounced from the edge of the broken track, attempting to land on the bridge.

Su Yuan did not turn around.

Shift into a lower gear with your left hand.

Press the accelerator again.

The Devourer swerved sideways on the bridge.

The winch cable at the rear of the vehicle, dragging the hook from the interface box, swung across the bridge in an arc.

As the hunting dogs landed, their grappling hooks, carrying cables, swept across their front tracks.

Wang Hu reacted extremely quickly, grabbing the winch control lever and pulling it backward.

Tighten the cable.

All three hounds lost their balance at the same time.

Su Yuan swung the rear of the vehicle, and the super-hard side armor rammed into it.

boom.

Three hunting dogs were pushed to the edge of the bridge.

The locking mechanism of the next bridge section has just closed.

The massive, toothed frame closed, sandwiching their bodies in the middle.

The mechanical female voice effect is choppy.

"Recycle……"

Click.

The message indicates the connection has been interrupted.

The hound was pressed into a flat metal block by the bridge's locking mechanism, and flames spewed out from the gaps.

Xiao Huo looked at the tactical screen and finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Bridge deck closure complete."

"The outer bridge is stable."

"The hound pack was blocked at the lower levels."

Wang Hu shook his numb hands and stared at the falling mechanical wreckage outside the car window.

"Old Su."

"That was fucking outrageous."

The survivor surnamed Xu leaned back in his chair, completely exhausted.

He watched Su Yuan's retreating figure, his lips moving for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"Blue Star Racer".

"So it wasn't just a legend after all."

Su Yuan did not respond.

He simply gradually reduced the throttle.

The Devourer glided along the wide, heavy industrial bridge.

The water-cooling systems on both sides of the vehicle body sprayed water wildly, and white vapor billowed out from the gaps in the armor.

The power supply of nuclear batteries has begun to decline.

The Lengquan Type IV water tank has been moved from the red zone to the yellow zone.

The bridge is very wide.

It is more than ten times wider than the old railway they came from.

There are no guardrails on either side, only large toothed locks and folded steel plates.

The abyss below was still churning with red mist.

The crushed remains of the hounds continued to fall, occasionally crashing into the rock face and bursting into short bursts of fire.

The tires of the Devourer rolled over the old Blue Star number on the bridge surface.

The seventh station, the outer bridge.

Maintenance level.

Heavy-duty military use.

Wang Hu looked down and saw the words, and couldn't help but whistle.

"This level of infrastructure is impressive."

"No wonder the hounds wanted to tear this thing apart, with such a huge thing hidden in the wasteland."

Xiao Huo was perched on the console, still quickly checking things out.

"The front bucket is slightly deformed."

"The antimagnetic suspension No. 2 is overheating."

"No leaks in the external pipeline."

"The winch cable is severely worn."

"It can run overall."

Wang Hu patted the winch control lever.

"That wire just saved my life."

"I'll get it replaced with a new one later."

Xiao Huo looked at the bloody gash on his hand.

"Tiger, you should get some new hands too."

Wang Hu glanced down at it and casually flicked it away.

"External injury".

"Compared to paying for the saw blade in installments, this is nothing."

The surviving member surnamed Xu's lips twitched as he listened.

He wanted to laugh, but a sharp pain shot through his chest, and he coughed up several mouthfuls of black liquid.

Xiao Huo quickly handed over the old cloth.

"Don't get excited."

"You're now half-life online."

The survivor surnamed Xu took the cloth, his eyes still fixed on what was ahead.

At the end of the bridge, a huge blast gate appeared in the darkness.

The door is embedded in the rock wall.

The surface is covered with bullet holes, burn marks, and old-fashioned paint.

The Seventh Abyss Station of the Blue Star Expeditionary Force.

Most of the words were rusted away, but they were still legible.

The red warning light above the gate flickered on and off.

A searchlight swept out from the crack in the door, landing on the front of the Devourer vehicle. It paused for two seconds before moving to the hound armor on the side of the vehicle.

The static from an old loudspeaker could be heard coming from inside the door.

"The external bridge has been connected."

"Vehicle number cannot be identified".

"Bluestar protocol verification in progress."

The small fire immediately rose up.

"Master, it's recognizing us."

The survivor surnamed Xu struggled to lift the tattered name tag on his chest.

"Use my field team number."

"I can still make it open the door."

Su Yuan glanced at him.

"lose."

Xiao Huo took the nameplate and attached the damaged chip to the console interface.

An old-style verification box from Blue Star popped up on the screen.

Pangu Field Team.

Xu Shen.

status.

Lost contact.

Temporary survival confirmed.

The red light above the gate flashed three times.

It then turned dark green.

The heavy explosion-proof gate began to rise.

The door had not been fully opened for many years, and the tracks were full of rust and dust.

It got stuck twice during the ascent.

Each time there was a jam, the internal hydraulic pump emitted a labored roar.

Finally, the gate was raised to a height sufficient for vehicles to pass through.

Wang Hu gripped the wrench tightly.

"Should we shout a couple of times first?"

Xiao Huo glanced at him.

"for example?"

Wang Hu cleared his throat.

"We're on the same side, don't fire!"

The survivor surnamed Xu did not look relieved.

"The seventh station has been out of contact for a long time."

"The people inside may not be following the normal procedures."

Su Yuan shifted to a low gear.

The Devourer slowly passed through the gate.

The car headlights shone through the doorway.

There were no welcome lights.

There is no medical team.

There are no supply trucks.

Behind the door was a battle-ravaged battlefield.

The ground was covered with spent cartridge cases.

The heavy machine gun ammunition belt broke into several pieces, scattered among the sandbags and steel plates.

The walls were covered with cutting marks.

Several searchlights hung on the brackets, their lights flashing as they swept across the empty position.

Several wrecked hound skeletons were piled up at the entrance to the left passage, burned to black skeletons.

In the middle of the position, there were several old-fashioned automatic turrets from Blue Star.

The turrets were all destroyed.

One of them was still in an upright position, with the muzzle pointing towards the gate, and the ammunition box was empty.

The smile on Wang Hu's face slowly faded.

"We fought tough battles here."

The environment scan on the small fire screen refreshed rapidly.

"There are very few heat sources."

"But there are residual signs of life."

"There's also the high-temperature reaction in the gun barrel."

The survivor surnamed Xu suddenly looked up.

His eyes were fixed on the edge of the position.

The searchlight flashed over there.

An armored vehicle was parked deep in the ruins.

Its outer shell was severely damaged.

Several pieces of armor plate were torn off.

The vehicle was covered with bulletproof netting and temporarily welded steel bars.

The side is sprayed with a white number.

Armored carriage number 013.

Below the serial number are all gunpowder stains and scratches.

It appears to have undergone a series of attacks and defenses.

But he's not dead yet.

Because its main gun is spinning.

The massive cannon barrel was slowly raised.

The muzzle of the cannon was reddish-brown, indicating that it had just been fired.

The turret locking mechanism emitted a mechanical engagement sound.

next second.

The main gun barrel stopped.

Directly facing the cockpit of the Devourer.

Wang Hu instinctively lowered his body and gripped the wrench.

The little fire claw stopped on the control panel, its golden vertical pupils narrowing.

The survivor surnamed Xu, supporting himself on the chair, spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Don't fire."

"it's me."

"Xu Shen".

There was no response from armored carriage number 013.

Raise the searchlight.

The white light swept across the bucket of the Devourer, across the hound armor, across the old Blue Star parts on the side of the vehicle, and finally stopped on Su Yuan's mechanical left eye.

A woman's hoarse, strained voice came from inside the turret.

"Xu Shen has died at the pumping station."

"Give me the password."

"Otherwise, fire in three seconds."