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

As the Devourer rushed out of the maintenance station gate, its headlights cut into the dark red sea of ​​fungi.

That thing covered the old tracks.

The sleepers are not visible.

Only two faint, undulating black lines remained of the rails.

The dark red fungal bed slowly crawled along the ground, its surface covered with tiny pollen grains that were stirred up by the car headlights before quickly settling down. As soon as the wheels rolled over it, a dense creaking sound came from beneath the chassis.

It's not mud.

It's not sand either.

It is the sound of a thick layer of bacteria being crushed by heavy tires and tracks.

A protective layer of heavy asphalt mixed with ceramic powder adhered to the bottom of the car, forcefully scraping away the nearby fungal hyphae. The crushed fungal sap was flung onto the inside of the wheel arches, making a sticky slapping sound.

No one spoke in the carriage.

Wang Hu sat in the passenger seat, gripping the armrests with both hands, his eyes fixed on the dark red expanse outside the side window.

He's usually a chatterbox, but he wasn't in a hurry to be sarcastic this time.

It's so quiet outside the window.

The silence was unsettling.

Wherever the car headlights swept, a patch of mushrooms collapsed. But as the headlights passed, the flattened mushroom beds slowly swelled up again, as if they weren't quite dead yet.

Little Fire lay on the console, its claws rapidly flicking across several old-fashioned mechanical sensors.

"The chassis's anti-corrosion coating is worn by 3%."

"Increased deposits on the left front wheel arch."

"Exhaust temperature is normal."

"The pulling force of the main hook is stable."

It speaks very quickly.

Every time a number was reported, someone on the 013 side would record it in the communication channel.

Tang Lan sat in the driver's seat of car number 013, her face still covered in black grease.

She held the steering wheel with one hand and the communicator with the other.

Vehicle 013 was being dragged behind by the Devourer, its newly replaced tracks constantly slipping as it ran over the fungal bed. The wounded inside the carriage were secured in the middle, while the rest sat on either side, guns on their knees, none of them sticking their guns out.

In situations like this, guns are useless.

A young survivor lay prone beside the observation port, staring at the dark red mycelium sticking to the protective plate outside, and his throat moved.

"They are moving."

The old mechanic next to him didn't look up; he was checking the ammunition box's securing straps.

"Nonsense, do you think live bacteria would salute you if they didn't move?"

The young man shut up.

After finishing his rant, the old mechanic couldn't help but glance outside. Seeing the mycelium gliding along the outer edge of the conveyor belt, the wrinkles on his face tightened slightly.

Xu Shen leaned against the back seat of the Devouring Wasteland.

His injuries hadn't healed, and his breathing remained unsteady. Every time the car scraped against him, his eyelids twitched.

Wang Hu heard his breath and turned to look at him.

"If you can't take it anymore, just say so."

Xu Shen shook his head.

"This little bump won't kill you."

Wang Hu grinned.

"You guys in the Blue Star field team are all pretty stubborn."

Xu Shen raised his eyes.

"Whether it's tough or not depends on whether it survived. Of those who have survived to this day, very few are weak."

Wang Hu did not answer the call again.

Su Yuan sat in the driver's seat, his left hand on the steering wheel.

The cool-colored light in the mechanical left eye flickered gently.

He didn't activate any higher-dimensional modules, nor did he mobilize any remaining laws that had been suppressed to extremely low levels. All instruments were physical dials. All judgments came from vehicle vibrations, engine sounds, tire feedback, and the subtle pulling of the tow hook.

The Devourer pressed forward.

It's not fast.

But every meter is very heavy.

The anti-corrosion layer and the bacterial bed on the underside of the vehicle were tearing at each other, making a grinding sound that made one's teeth ache. The smells of diesel, sourness, and the burnt smell of heavy oil mixed together in the compartment, and the air blown out by the fan also had a pungent odor.

Little Fire wrinkled its nose, its tail pressed tightly against the control panel.

"Master, the adhesion thickness under the vehicle is starting to increase."

Su Yuan's gaze never left the front.

"Location."

"Most noticeable near the exhaust pipe."

Wang Hu immediately looked at the instrument panel on the right.

"exhaust?"

Xiao Huo nodded.

"These fungi respond to high heat."

Tang Lan's voice came through the communicator.

"Trending?"

Xiao Huo flipped through several sets of data.

"It's not simply phototaxis. They avoid the cold, corrosion-resistant armor and instead gather near the exhaust pipes, engine block, and brake discs."

There was a moment of silence on number 013's end.

The old mechanic's voice came through the channel.

"Ichthyophthirius multifiliis should not be this active normally."

Another person chimed in.

"The bacteria in the geothermal zone of the abyss will stick to heat sources, but they won't crawl this fast."

Xiao Huo stared at the sensor, his voice becoming more tense.

"They were domesticated by what came before them."

Wang Hu cursed.

"Can fungi be used for training?"

Xu Shen coughed twice.

"It's not training, it's long-term selection. Those that can get close to heat sources stay, those that come into contact with cold metal don't survive, and over time they all become like this."

Wang Hu's face turned even uglier upon hearing this.

"So, this sea of ​​fungi is specifically designed to kill cars?"

Xu Shen did not refute.

A muffled thud suddenly came from under the car.

The speed of the Devourer has decreased.

The engine's previously steady roar had become somewhat muffled.

Su Yuan slightly moved his wrist, pushing the steering wheel half a notch to the right.

The car swayed slightly as the front wheels ran over a section of the harder rail, and the speed returned a little.

Xiao Huo immediately reported the number.

"Engine load increased by 12 percent."

"Abnormal exhaust back pressure."

"The temperature at the right-side secondary exhaust port has decreased."

Wang Hu's expression changed.

"Is it congested?"

The little fire claw pounded on the control panel.

"Mycelia have bypassed the antiseptic layer and are winding inwards from the outside of the vent."

The next second, a loud bang came from under the car.

The exhaust gas, blocked in the exhaust pipe, burst out from the gap in the interface, spraying black smoke onto the wheel arches. The dark red mycelium curled up from the heat, but more mycelium rushed up with the heat.

Wang Hu peeked out the side window.

"Damn, they really do gravitate towards hot places."

Tang Lan shouted into the communicator.

"Even No. 013 has started blocking the exhaust."

As soon as she finished speaking, a plume of black smoke billowed from the latter half of carriage 013, and then the carriage visibly paused.

The drag gauge suddenly shook violently.

The small flame burst open at the tail.

"The main hook is pulled upwards."

Su Yuan did not release the accelerator.

He kept the engine at mid-high RPM and continued to press the car along the still discernible track.

The further in you go, the thicker the fungal bed becomes.

When it first entered, it only covered the track surface.

Now, the dark red mycelium has piled up to the axle. It is crushed by the wheels, then flips up from both sides, sticks to the anti-corrosion layer, and slowly penetrates it with the help of high temperature.

The heavy oil asphalt layer played a role.

But it's not permanent.

After the outer surface is worn thin by friction, the fungus begins to reach the metal protective plate underneath.

Xiao Huo's counting speed is getting faster and faster.

"The anti-corrosion coating on the front beam is worn by 18 percent."

"The material attached to the outer edge of the right rear wheel hub is too thick."

"The left track of track 013 is under abnormal load."

On the communication channel, Tang Lan's breathing became heavier.

"I can feel it."

She gripped the steering wheel tightly, controlling No. 013 to follow the trajectory of the Devourer as closely as possible.

The towed carriages are not as flexible as the lead car.

The path carved out by the Devourer was quickly filled back up by the fungal bed. When the 013 passed by, its tracks would always get an extra layer of dark red sticky substance stuck to them.

Inside carriage 013, several wounded soldiers were pale-faced.

The young survivor tried to speak, but was silenced by a single glance from the old mechanic.

Nobody wants to hear discouraging things right now.

The convoy continued forward.

The long and shortwave radio signals were still coming in intermittently.

"Zzz...Pangu Project...Number 04..."

"Zzz...Request..."

There was a lot of background noise.

But the direction is right.

Wang Hu looked at the signal chart and forced a smile.

"The fact that someone is still breathing means we haven't gone the wrong way."

Xiao Huo did not respond.

It stared at the cross-sectional diagram of the chassis, and its claws suddenly stopped.

"Master, the track surface echo has disappeared 30 meters ahead."

Su Yuan's eyes turned cold.

"length."

"Can't detect it. The fungal layer is too thick."

Tang Lan immediately asked, "What does 'echo disappearance' mean?"

The small flame quickly switches the mechanical probe data.

"There's a hollow space under the rails."

Wang Hu was about to speak.

The front left wheel of the Devourer suddenly sank.

The entire front of the car instantly veered to the lower left.

Everyone in the carriage who wasn't properly secured was thrown to one side. Wang Hu's shoulder slammed hard against the door frame, and the curse he was about to utter was jolted back down by the second descent.

bang.

The left front wheel crashed into a fault crater hidden beneath the mushroom bed.

The front half of the car body tilted, and one side of the chassis scraped against a broken sleeper, the sound of tearing metal was ear-piercing.

Number 013 behind was pulled hard by the main hook and then rushed forward.

Its right track pressed against the broken edge, causing the entire carriage to tilt, and the injured inside, along with their stretchers, crashed into the guardrail.

"Press down the wounded!"

Tang Lan shouted into the communication channel.

The situation within Unit 013 is chaotic.

The veteran mechanic rushed over and hugged the stretcher.

The young survivor fell next to the ammunition box, hitting his forehead and bleeding. He didn't bother to wipe it away, and instead pressed down hard on the fastener.

The sound of tearing came from under the Devourer.

The fungus hidden at the edge of the pit was crushed by the weight of the vehicle, but more thick mycelium rose up from below the pit.

They are no longer just attached.

They began to entangle.

Dark red fungal threads wound around the load-bearing axle, drilled into the gaps between the drive wheels, and hooked onto the anti-corrosion cloth and brake pipes. With each turn of the wheel, a large clump would get caught in, then be pulled tight, like ropes tightly binding the chassis.

The engine emitted a muffled, labored sigh.

Speed ​​returns to zero.

The entire train convoy was stuck in the middle of the fungal sea.

Xiao Huo's voice immediately became shrill.

"The front left wheel has fallen into a ditch!"

"The drive shaft is tangled!"

"The right rear wheel speed is dropping!"

"The main hook's pulling force exceeds the safety limit by 40%!"

Wang Hu grabbed the handrail and scrambled to his feet, his forehead red from the impact.

"Where did the pit come from?"

Xiao Huo gritted his teeth.

"The fungal bed covered the old track fault. The radar was previously absorbed by the pollen and couldn't detect it."

Su Yuan pressed the clutch, lightly tapped the accelerator, and listened to the engine feedback.

The car body didn't move.

Only the sticky sound of the fungus being shredded on the wheel rim could be heard.

He shifted gears.

Reverse.

As soon as the rear wheel moved, the fungal cord immediately tightened. Number 013 pushed forward slightly, and the main hook made a creaking sound.

Xiao Huo's expression changed.

"It must not fall."

"Number 013 has moved up."

Tang Lan was also calling.

"Our right track is stuck!"

"The right-side drive gear got caught in the bacterial clump, and the chain link jammed!"

Immediately afterwards, the sound of metal cracking came through the communication.

Sparks were released from the right track position of No. 013.

A link in the chain was twisted and deformed, and the gear jammed after turning half a turn, turning the entire carriage into a dead weight lying across the rear.

The traction connector at the tail of the Devourer began to bear pressure.

The newly welded main hook is indeed hard.

Being tough doesn't mean you can't tear the frame.

A screeching sound came from the rear load-bearing beam, the paint near the weld point cracked, and several pieces of metal flew onto the floor of the carriage.

Wang Hu's expression changed on the spot.

"The main hook is pulling the frame!"

Xiao Huo stared at the mechanical tension gauge, its claws digging into the gaps in the control panel.

"The pull continues to rise."

"If we drag this out any longer, the tail section will tear first."

In room 013, the panic finally broke out.

A wounded soldier slid off the stretcher and fell to the ground. When the people next to him pulled him back, their hands were covered in blood.

The young survivor looked at the base covered in mycelium outside the observation window, his face ashen.

"The coating is peeling off."

"They've stuck them on."

The old mechanic leaned close to the window, glanced at it, and froze.

On the outer armor plate, the originally shiny black asphalt layer has been worn mottled by high temperature, friction and mycelial acid.

Dark red mycelium adhered to the armor from the breach, while tiny black spores drilled into the weld seam.

He held his head in his hands and slid down against the car wall.

"That's why Zhenshan withdrew..."

He murmured, his voice trembling.

"This can't be stopped by a few layers of asphalt."

"We're going to be dragged to our deaths in this quagmire."

Nobody scolded him.

Because these words resonated with everyone.

The Devourer is immobile.

Number 013 is stuck.

Ahead lay a vast sea of ​​fungi whose length was obscured.

The path leading back to the mushroom bed, which had been dragged along, has been closed up again.

Tang Lan looked at the bearing tension gauge.

The pointer has reached the end of the red zone and is still shaking.

Her lip was bitten and blood dripped down her chin onto her collar.

The operator next to her was watching her.

"team leader……"

Tang Lan didn't look at him.

She grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled loudly.

"Lead truck, uncouple!"

Inside the Devouring Wasteland, Wang Hu suddenly looked up.

Tang Lan continued to shout.

"The main hook latch is about to break!"

"We're dead weights, you drive us out yourselves!"

Complete silence fell over Unit 013.

No one disagrees with this statement.

They didn't want to die.

But they understand the laws of mechanics better.

Dragging over a hundred tons of dead weight into a pit, it's not something that can be pulled out by shouting a few words.

Even if the Devourer is incredibly powerful, it still needs a foothold.

The wheels are now entangled in mycelium, the front axle is stuck in a ditch, and the exhaust is blocked. Continuing to pull will only lead to two outcomes.

The main hook broke.

Or the tail beam of the Devourer was torn apart.

Tang Lan pressed down on the walkie-talkie, her eyes red-rimmed, but she didn't let the tears fall.

"Su Yuan."

"This is not the time to show off."

"You saved us once, that's enough."

"Decoupling".

Wang Hu's facial muscles twitched.

He didn't curse.

He looked at Su Yuan.

Xiao Huo also looked over.

Xu Shen leaned back in his seat, his face turning blue with pain from his wound. He moved his lips, but no sound came out.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the driver's seat.

Su Yuan did not reply.

He stared at the edge of the headlights obscured by fungus, his left hand's mechanical eye rotating, his vision sweeping from the front wheel crater to the exhaust pipe, then to the cooling duct, the chassis diffuser valve, and the tail hook.

The engine was still churning.

The exhaust is blocked, and back pressure is rising.

The cooling water temperature is also rising.

When a normal person sees these numbers, they will only reduce the load, shut down the engine, and disconnect the traction.

Su Yuan reached out and turned off the communicator for half a second.

Tang Lan's shout was cut off in the carriage.

Wang Hu's lips twitched.

"Old Su?"

Su Yuan reopened the communication and only said two words.

"Shut up."

Tang Lan stopped.

Su Yuan pushed the gear with his left hand and pressed the accelerator with his right foot.

He pulled the nuclear battery output valve to the edge of the red line.

Xiao Huo's pupils contracted.

"Master, the engine load has exceeded the safe zone."

Su Yuan didn't look at it.

"Water-cooled current limiting clip".

Wang Hu was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was going to do, and his expression changed instantly.

"You're going to use the exhaust manifold to create steam?"

Su Yuan reached out and touched the mechanical valve stem below the control panel.

"They are attracted to heat."

Wang Hu cursed very softly.

"Then give them a hot meal."

The little fire was so anxious that it swung its tail onto the control panel.

"Master, if you pour coolant directly into the overload exhaust manifold, the manifold will crack."

Su Yuan said, "It would be better if it split open."

"Can the deputy manager handle the pressure?"

Xiao Huo glanced at the data and gritted his teeth to answer.

"Theoretically, it can withstand pressure for three seconds."

Wang Hu had already unbuckled his seatbelt and lunged at the main cooling valve on the side of the carriage.

"Then three seconds."

He reached out to pull the current limiting clip.

The moment the buckle touched him, the scalding hot metal made him recoil.

Wang Hu cursed, wrapped the rag around his hand, and held on tightly.

Click.

The first latch broke.

Switch to manual control immediately after turning the heat down.

"Cold spring water pump on standby."

"The secondary exhaust pipe is connected."

"The chassis pressure relief vent is one-third open."

Su Yuan stared at the mechanical pressure gauge.

More and more fungi outside the car are climbing into the high-temperature areas.

The exhaust port was blocked and turned black.

The engine sounded so low it was almost about to stall.

Then Tang Lan's voice came through.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Hu roared back.

"Hold on tight!"

Tang Lan was taken aback.

Before she could ask any further questions, a heavy pulling sound suddenly came from under chassis number 013.

The main hook latch was pulled to its limit, and the connector buffer spring assembly was compressed to almost a complete stop.

Everyone inside room 013 instinctively grabbed whatever they could get their hands on.

The veteran mechanic stared at the front of the car, his lips dry.

"He hasn't broken free."

"He's going to pull it out by force."

The young survivors' voices have changed.

"It can't be pulled out..."

The old mechanic suddenly raised his hand and hit him on the back of the head.

"Shut up."

The young man covered his head, too afraid to say anything more.

Inside the cockpit of the Devourer, Su Yuan's hand was on the accelerator.

The engine speed continued to increase.

The vehicle body was bound by fungal cords, and all the force was concentrated between the chassis, axles, and tow hooks.

Steel is under stress.

The tires are slipping.

The cooling water temperature gauge has exceeded the red line.

Xiao Huo kept a close eye on the time.

"Get ready."

Wang Hu braced the valve stem with both arms.

"Come!"

Su Yuan pressed down hard on the chassis steam diversion switch with his left hand.

"boiling water."

Wang Hu violently tore off the last flow-limiting clip.

The small fire pushed the cold spring water pump to its maximum.

High-pressure cooling water was poured into the already red-hot exhaust manifold.

The first second, a muffled metallic crack came from inside the car.

The next second, a crack appeared in the exhaust manifold casing, and white vapor was squeezed out of the crack, expanding instantly.

In the third second, Su Yuan simultaneously opened all the secondary exhaust ports on the chassis.

boom--!

A cloud of scalding white steam burst open in the center of the fungal sea.

High-temperature steam, carrying heavy oil and carbonized debris, spewed out from various parts of the Devourer's chassis. The blocked exhaust pipes became pressure ports, and the cracked manifolds became temporary steam chambers.

Steam at several hundred degrees Celsius violently rushed into the dark red mycelium strands wrapped around the axle.

The mycelium did not scream.

They change color, curl, and explode in an instant.

Moisture and heavy oil mixed together, sweeping outwards along the chassis. The bacterial clumps that were originally wrapped around the drive wheels were scalded, their internal moisture rapidly vaporizing, and they exploded into pieces.

A series of cracking sounds came from under the car.

boom.

bang bang.

Bang bang bang.

The Devourer was pushed up half a foot by the steam thrust.

The left front wheel loosened from the depth of the ditch.

In that instant, Su Yuan released the clutch, stepped on the accelerator, turned the steering wheel half a turn to the right, and then quickly straightened it.

The front wheel caught the remaining hard rail at the edge of the ditch.

The engine roared with a heart-wrenching sound.

It's not the power of the system.

It is not a rule.

It consists of steel, oil, water, fire, and torque.

The front of the Devourer suddenly lifted upwards.

The main hook at the tail made a loud thud.

The rear track 013 was pulled forward and paused. The fungal bed under the stuck right track was affected by the steam along the traction direction, and the dark red fungal cords burst open in patches.

Tang Lan was thrown against the back of the chair by the force.

Ignoring the pain, she immediately stepped on the 013 auxiliary power.

"Left-hand belt brings power!"

"Don't let the lead car pull the whole way!"

Operator No. 013 lunged at the manual valve.

"Turn left!"

The only usable left track began frantically digging at the ground.

The carriage tilted, its metal chassis scraping against the mushroom bed as it moved forward.

The old mechanic grabbed the car wall and roared.

"Ignore the right track!"

"Burn it up, then burn it up!"

The young survivors crawled to the observation port and witnessed firsthand how large swaths of fungus outside were blasted into a pulp by white steam, and scalded chunks of fungus were flung out from the seams of the conveyor belt.

The fear on his face hadn't faded when another emotion rose up.

It moved!

"We've moved!"

Inside the cockpit of the Devourer, alarms were blaring almost continuously.

The exhaust manifold is broken.

Cooling pressure drops.

The right rear wheel temperature is abnormal.

Main hook tension overload.

While turning off the pointless alarms, Xiao Huo kept an eye on the key dial.

"Steam pressure has dropped!"

"Two seconds left on the window!"

Su Yuan did not release the accelerator.

He revved the engine to a higher speed, controlled the direction with his left hand, and forced the front of the car to climb out along the hardest section of the track at the edge of the pit.

The front wheels go first.

Next is the chassis.

The car body shook violently, and the rear of the car was dragged backward by number 013.

The main hook made a creaking sound, and the buffer spring assembly compressed to its limit and then bounced back.

Using the rebound force, Su Yuan suddenly shifted to a higher gear.

The Devourer roared forward.

No. 013 was pulled hard by the main hook, and the entire carriage was pulled out of the mushroom pit.

The last large clump of fungus below the right track was torn off, and scalded fungal cords flew everywhere.

With a loud bang.

No. 013 crashed heavily back onto the rails.

Everyone inside the car was shaken senseless.

Tang Lan's forehead hit the edge of the instrument panel, and blood flowed down her brow bone. Without wiping it away, she immediately looked at the tension gauge.

The pointer has moved backward.

The main hook is still there.

The cars are still connected.

She stared at the number for two seconds, then squeezed out a sentence.

"madman."

The old mechanic next to him still had his hand on the side of the vehicle, his face covered in sweat from the shock.

He stared at the black rear of the car emerging from the white mist ahead, his lips moving several times.

"Using the exhaust manifold as a steam explosion chamber..."

"Using cooling water as explosives..."

"If he had been half a second slower, the engine would have exploded right under his feet."

The operator sat on the ground, still clutching the broken anchor strap.

"But he pooped."

The veteran mechanic didn't refute it.

He lowered his head, looked at his trembling hands, and suddenly smiled.

His smile looked worse than his tears.

"It's out."

The Devourer did not stop after it broke out of the crater.

Su Yuan continued to press the accelerator.

The convoy, covered in white vapor, heavy oil, and fungal residue, sped along the harder track ahead.

The fungal sea was still churning on both sides.

However, the steam explosion had just created a brief passage, and the rate at which the mushroom bed behind it could fill the gap couldn't keep up with the vehicle's speed.

Dark red fragments kept falling from the bottom of the Devourer.

After the exhaust manifold ruptured, the sound became rough and hoarse, like a machine with its throat torn open still struggling to keep going.

Wang Hu slumped back into the passenger seat, his chest heaving violently.

A few seconds later, he suddenly raised his hand and slammed it on the dial.

"Cool!"

Little Fire was so frightened that its tail twitched.

"Tiger, don't smash the watch!"

Wang Hu then smashed the unimportant sheet metal next to him.

"I'll smash this!"

His face was covered in black grease from laughing, and blood was still dripping from the scalded areas on his palms.

"Who just said it couldn't be pulled out?"

"Come out and talk!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communicator, from number 013.

Then someone shouted.

"Lead vehicle!"

Immediately afterwards, chaotic cheers erupted in the carriage.

Someone was tapping on the car wall.

Someone was swearing.

Someone was hugging the person next to them and laughing.

Some of the wounded were gasping for breath in pain, yet they still shouted along.

Tang Lan did not shout.

She leaned back in the driver's seat, raised her hand to press the wound on her forehead, and looked at the taillights of the Devourer ahead.

The taillights were shrouded in white vapor and black smoke, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

The communicator in her hand was still on.

After a few seconds, she spoke.

"The lead car."

Su Yuan did not respond.

Tang Lan gritted her teeth.

"Number 013 just owed you a life."

Wang Hu immediately responded.

One is not enough.

Tang Lan paused.

"Shut up."

Wang Hu was delighted.

Su Yuan looked at the tracks ahead.

"Can the right track still move?"

Tang Lan glanced at the status chart.

"Half-useless".

"But we can still stall."

Su Yuan said, "Don't stop the car."

Tang Lan answered quickly.

"clear."

The damage data for the small torch has been reorganized.

"Master, the exhaust manifold is cracked in three places."

"Cooling water consumption is 22%."

"Large areas of the chassis's anti-corrosion coating have peeled off."

"However, the fungal coating at the front has thinned out."

It increases the radio gain.

The previously intermittent long and short wave noise suddenly became much quieter.

Amidst the buzzing sound, the Chinese characters became clear.

"...This is Project Pangu Base 04..."

Everyone in the carriage fell silent.

That's no longer an automatic loop.

Someone over there is panting.

Very heavy.

He was coughing.

"I heard... the sound of an internal combustion engine."

The man's voice sounded like it had been smoked, each word uttered with a dry, hoarse quality.

"Is it a living person?"

"Can you hear me?"

Wang Hu sat up straight.

The little fire claw stopped on the radio knob.

Xu Shen suddenly looked up, his face deathly pale.

The person on the radio coughed a few more times.

This time, the cough was accompanied by a muffled sound as liquid blocked the throat.

"Don't stop the car..."

"There's no road ahead..."

There was no sound in Tang Lan's channel.

Everyone heard those words.

Xiao Huo looked at Su Yuan.

"Master, shall we reply?"

Su Yuan remained silent.

He pushed the headlights to their furthest focal length.

Two blinding beams of light cut forward.

The sea of ​​fungi slowly receded ahead, and the rigid track zone extended for less than a hundred meters.

Further on, the track breaks.

It wasn't just a section that collapsed.

The entire stratum was hollowed out.

The abyss seemed to have been forcibly carved out, lying across the front of the convoy.

On the underground cliff opposite the abyss, there is a huge heavy industrial machine.

It is much larger than the Zhenshan chariot head.

The headlights could only illuminate part of the outline.

The heavy outer shell is jammed by rock layers and steel beams. At the front is a giant shield cutterhead, which has stopped rotating and is covered with dark red fungus. The main body is like a steel fortress welded to the cliff, with multi-layered support arms inserted into the rock wall. The outer armor is covered with old Blue Star numbers and ablation marks.

Xiao Huo stared at the radar, his voice lowering.

"Not a base building."

"It's a shield fortress."

Xu Shen propped himself up in his chair, his eyes fixed intently on the front.

"Pangu Project Base 04..."

"They put the base inside the tunnel boring machine."

The headlights continued to sweep upwards.

Rows of human figures hung upside down on the outer armor of the fortress.

Hundreds.

They were wearing protective suits from the old days of Earth.

Some of the protective masks were broken.

Some arms were hanging down.

Some bodies were covered by a layer of dark red fungus, with only half of their legs and numbered name tags showing.

When the searchlight shone on them, several of them twitched slightly.

It wasn't the wind.

The muscles are still moving.

The smile on Wang Hu's face vanished completely.

Little Fire's claws slowly tightened.

Tang Lan took a breath into the communicator, but couldn't speak.

On the radio, the frail, living person coughed again.

"Don't...don't shine the light on them for too long."

"They will wake up."