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

The locking beams at the bottom of the gate retract one by one.

Click.

Click click.

With each beep, the hearts of those on the maintenance platform sank.

The main gate of the shield tunneling fortress was only slightly ajar, and the red headlights of vehicles inside were already protruding.

Seven pairs.

A row.

It was so neat that it made my back stiff.

The sound of tracks came from behind the door, rhythmic and synchronized, like seven meat grinders simultaneously biting into a steel plate.

The Devourer was parked at the front of the maintenance platform.

Behind him was number 013, who had just been dragged over.

Further on, there was the remnant of a suspension bridge made of temporary track plates and armor plates.

The bridge can no longer be crossed a second time.

The heat from the abyss surged upwards, and black and red spores swirled at the platform's edge. Only a few bent steel bars remained of the broken railing; a wheel that veered even half a meter off course would slide straight down.

Wang Hu looked at the red light ahead, then glanced at the dilapidated bridge in the rearview mirror.

He muttered a curse under his breath.

"Seven dogs in front, a broken bridge behind."

"You have to queue even to reverse."

Little Fire lay on the control panel, its claws pressing against the main external light valve.

"Master, should we turn off the outside lights?"

Su Yuan stared at the crack in the door.

"Lower it."

Xiao Huo immediately turned all external lights down to the minimum, leaving only the ground-level low beams.

Two beams of light stretched forward along the steel plate, only illuminating the lower edge of the gate and the track surface a dozen meters in front of it.

The protective suits hanging upside down on the outer shell of the shield fortress sank back into the darkness.

I won't look at them.

Do not stimulate them.

Wang Hu's hand was still on the wrench.

He was about to climb onto the roof of the car when he heard Su Yuan say "Sit back down," so he stopped.

He's sitting in the passenger seat now, his shoulders very tense.

"Old Su, is that a hunting dog in the car inside the gate?"

Xiao Huo watched the radar echo.

"The structure resembles a train hound."

"But the serial numbers on the outer casings are different."

"There are traces of modification on old train carriages from Blue Star."

Chaos broke out again at Base 04 via the communicator.

Someone is shouting.

Someone is coughing.

There was also a metallic dragging noise.

The weak man's voice came out again.

"Don't fire!"

"Whatever you do, don't open the front door!"

"Behind the door is a branch pipe for the ammunition depot, and the wounded ward is also on the right. The main oxygen supply pipe runs under the floor."

He spoke very quickly, his breath coming in short, fragmented breaths.

"Those seven are not outside hunting dogs."

"We changed it."

Tang Lan stood by the door of car number 013, her hand on the door frame, her face immediately darkening.

"You changed it yourselves?"

The other side paused for half a second.

The man coughed a few times, his coughs muffled.

"Three days ago, the fungal influx crept in through the cracks in the shell, and the front entrance couldn't be defended."

"We dismantled the old carriages and salvaged several hound parts to assemble the guard vehicle."

"He was originally a goalkeeper."

"Later, the control line was invaded by Ichthyophthirius multifiliis."

"They started misjudging the heat source."

"Two repair teams went out, but they were crushed."

There was no sound on the communication channel.

Inside carriage 013, the survivors exchanged glances.

The young survivors were still clutching their guns, but the muzzles had long since been lowered.

He stared at the main entrance, his lips moving slightly.

"Something welded by our own people..."

The veteran mechanic replied, his tone harsh.

"Even if it's welded by our own people, it can still bite."

Tang Lan didn't turn around and gave the order directly.

"All injured persons in vehicle number 013 are immobilized."

"Ammunition boxes were reinforced a second time."

"No one is allowed to fire unless instructed by the lead vehicle."

She paused, looking at the increasingly wide crack in the door.

"Smash them, and the people inside will be taken away too."

Wang Hu gritted his teeth.

"That's disgusting."

Su Yuan did not interrupt.

He was listening.

The sound of tracks.

The tracks of the seven vehicles behind the door moved in perfect unison.

They were not patrolling alone.

It is a formation advance.

When the gate was opened to one-third of its full extent, it suddenly jammed.

The two guard dogs at the front did not rush out.

They were simultaneously positioned laterally, their large bodies pressing against the sides of the door frame.

The last five units are arranged in a wedge shape.

The passageway inside the main entrance was compressed into a narrow groove by them.

The saw blade is started.

The high-voltage motor emitted a piercing, high-pitched sound.

A crimson cutting disc extended from both sides of the front of the vehicle, spun around the door frame, and sparks flew all the way to the platform.

An old-fashioned Blue Star synthesized voice came from inside the door.

"Identification of abandoned train carriages completed."

"Perform segmented recycling."

"Identification of abandoned train carriages completed."

"Perform segmented recycling."

Wang Hu cursed.

"They can even form formations?"

The small torch zooms in on the radar image.

"The first two locks are on the door frame."

"The last three units are being squeezed."

"The last two are blocking our retreat."

"This is a reverse trap formation inside the gate."

The veteran mechanic on the 013 side also figured it out.

His face was pressed against the observation window, his forehead still bearing the blood from when he crossed the bridge.

"Don't flush it."

His voice was dry.

"The lead vehicle goes in, the saw blades on both sides clamp the front of the vehicle, and the five vehicles behind it press up."

"They don't need to bite through the armor; they just need to twist the chassis and the front axle is ruined."

The young survivor swallowed hard.

"So, what about leaving it parked?"

The veteran mechanic stared at the door frame.

"Stopping won't work either."

"They will push the door outwards."

"The platform is only so wide."

The young man turned to look out the car window.

The abyss was just a few meters away.

The heat surged up from below the break, causing the remaining suspension bridge cables to sway gently.

His legs felt a little weak.

There's nowhere to hide in this place.

Tang Lan didn't scold him.

She slammed on the brakes and yelled at the people inside the car again.

"Fix and check all wounded soldiers!"

"Press down the ammunition boxes!"

"Anyone who dares to move, I'll tie them up first!"

Get moving immediately within number 013.

The wounded were re-secured.

The ammunition box was reinforced with two iron chains.

The survivors all looked grim, but their hands didn't slow down.

The loudspeakers at Base 04 across the street went silent.

The people over there also saw the guards' formation.

They waited for three days, and the convoy they had begged to arrive was blocked at the door again just as it crossed the abyss.

No one cried anymore.

No one shouted anymore.

That kind of quiet is even more oppressive.

Seven guard dogs began to push outwards.

The first two units are bracing against the door frame.

The tracks bit forward, squeezing the steel beams of the door frame, which emitted a long, creaking sound.

The five units behind maintain a wedge shape, gradually transmitting force upwards.

Sparks from the saw blade swept across the inner wall of the gate, illuminating the old train carriage fragments piled up in the passageway and several cut oxygen supply pipes.

Su Yuan didn't move.

He kept the Devourer at idle.

The ruptured exhaust manifold was still belching out a rough, hoarse sound, with black smoke leaking from under the chassis and drifting towards the doorway, mixed with hot steam.

Xiao Huo couldn't help but speak up.

"Master, wait a little longer, the pressure on the platform's edge will increase."

Su Yuan raised his hand.

"Record."

Xiao Huo paused for a moment, then immediately switched back to the sensor.

"Track rhythm, left front number one, is adjusted every 3.2 seconds."

"Right front number two is corrected every 3.2 seconds."

"The latter five platforms will be developed simultaneously."

"The saw blade rotates at a stable speed, with an outward swing angle of thirteen degrees."

Su Yuan looked at the two cars at the door.

"Turning interval".

The little fire claws moved swiftly.

"Steering differential response delay of 0.4 seconds."

"All seven units are consistent."

Wang Hu's eyes flickered when he heard this.

"The same batch of chassis?"

Su Yuan tapped the steering wheel.

"The old Blue Star carriage."

"The differential has a long-standing problem."

Wang Hu glanced at the doorway.

"Card turning?"

Su Yuan shifted his gaze to the back of the car.

"Short cable".

Wang Hu immediately understood.

He jumped out of the car and rummaged through the pile of tools left over from building the suspension bridge, finding two short cables.

They pulled out another deformed track plate.

That track plate was run over by No. 013 when we were on the suspension bridge; the edge was bent and several of the tooth holes were chipped.

It's not needed for normal car repairs.

But the tracks are just right.

Wang Hu dragged the track plate toward the front of the vehicle.

The steel plate underfoot was scorching hot from the heat, and the soles of my shoes squeaked when I stepped on it.

He dragged the object while cursing.

"I used it as a bridge just now."

"Now feed it to the dog."

Upon seeing Wang Hu's actions, Tang Lan immediately pressed the button on the communicator.

"Are you going up?"

Su Yuan replied.

"Give me some room to maneuver your tail."

Tang Lan's expression changed.

She turned around and yelled.

"Gently push the left track of track number 013!"

"Move half a meter to the right!"

The operator looked at the width of the platform outside, his palms sweating profusely.

"Captain, the right side is just to the right."

Tang Lan stared at the taillights of the Devourer.

"Half a meter."

"If we lose an inch, he won't be able to shake us off; if we gain an inch, we'll fall."

The operator gritted his teeth and pushed down the left track valve.

The half-destroyed left track of car number 013 slowly turned, and the entire car moved half a meter away from the edge of the platform.

Below the right side of the wheel, the dark red heat current from the abyss can already be seen.

No one spoke in the carriage.

Wang Hu dragged the track plates to the left front side of the Devourer.

Xiao Huo reported the numbers in the communication.

"The guard dog on the left is seventeen meters away."

"The saw blade swing cycle has begun."

Su Yuan shifted gears.

The Devourer moved forward two meters.

The front of the car almost touched the edge of the steel plate in front of the door.

The front end of the platform was blackened by the sparks from the saw blade.

Wang Hu squatted beside the front of the vehicle, one end of a short cable fastened into a hole in the track plate, and the other end wrapped around his wrist.

Su Yuan didn't look at him.

"Don't dump it too early."

Wang Hu stared at the saw blade of the guard dog.

"I'm not a new recruit."

The old-fashioned synthesized sound was still repeating inside the door.

"Perform segmented recycling."

"Perform segmented recycling."

Su Yuan lightly pressed the accelerator.

The ruptured exhaust manifold suddenly spewed out a plume of hot black smoke.

Black smoke, carrying a stream of heat, rose along the ground from the left side of the Devourer towards the entrance.

The hound on the left veered to the side of the red light.

Heat source identification and locking.

Its saw blade is positioned outwards, cutting towards the direction of the black smoke.

Xiao Huo shouted.

"Outdoor seating!"

Wang Hu suddenly flung his hand away.

The deformable track plates, carrying the short cable, slid along the ground.

It didn't fly there.

It slid along the steel plate, sparks flying from the curved edge, which landed right between the outer track of the Hound One and the threshold.

The track grips the track plate.

With a click.

The differential engages for steering correction.

However, the outer track was stuck by a foreign object, while the inner track was still pushing.

The entire hound suddenly tilted to one side.

The saw blade scraped against the door frame and cut a deep groove into the steel beam.

The No. 1 hunting dog lost control of its front end and crashed violently into the left door frame.

boom.

Patches of rust fell off the top of the door frame.

The originally neat wedge-shaped array was torn open with a gap half the width of a cart.

Several barely suppressed gasps erupted from inside carriage 013.

The veteran mechanic rushed to the observation window, almost pressing his face against the glass.

"Differential neutral".

His voice was trembling.

He didn't break down the door.

"He's waiting for the differential to neutral."

The young survivors didn't understand.

"What gap?"

The old mechanic's eyes were still fixed on the stuck hunting dog.

"When this old chassis turns, there is a half-beat delay in the switching of torque between the left and right tracks."

"If the outer track gets stuck, the inner track will push it."

"It will twist itself out of shape."

The young survivors looked at the Devourer.

"He recognized it just by the sound of the tracks?"

The old mechanic didn't reply to him.

He can't go back either.

Inside the monitoring room of Base 04, intermittent human voices could be heard coming from the radio.

"The formation is in disarray."

"The left gatekeeper is stuck."

"Did he understand the steering logic of those cars?"

Someone cried out, then immediately covered their mouth.

Tang Lan's eyelids twitched as she looked at the gap in the doorway.

She reacted the fastest.

"Number 013, maintain a half-meter clearance!"

"Don't stop the left track, push gently!"

"Let the lead car swerve."

Su Yuan did not rush in through the gap.

He glanced at the five hunting dogs behind the door.

The guard vehicles detected a breach in the formation, and their red lights flashed simultaneously.

The old synthesized sound paused for half a second.

Then it switched to another segment.

"Same-source recycling mode activated."

"Group locking".

"Overall push notification".

The five guard dogs behind simultaneously locked the steering wheel.

They no longer adjust themselves.

All tracks press forward in unison.

The number one hound, which was stuck, was still lying across the door frame, while the number two hound was also squeezed to one side.

But the five stations don't care at all.

They need to use their total weight to push the front row, the Devourer, and No. 013 out of the platform together.

The door frame emitted a dull, creaking sound.

The entire main entrance was being pushed outwards.

The steel plate in front of the Devourer began to vibrate.

A piece of broken railing at the edge of the platform was pushed off and fell into the abyss; the sound of the impact was heard several seconds later.

Wang Hu's expression changed.

"They're going to push straight ahead."

Xiao Huo stared at the sensor.

"The total thrust exceeds the braking limit of the Devourer."

"If we try to take a direct hit, the vehicle will be pushed back."

Tang Lan was also getting anxious.

"Su Yuan, we can't hold out!"

"Our rear wheels are right next to us."

Su Yuan looked at the five guard dogs whose tracks were locked in sync, and his lips twitched slightly.

"We're just waiting for the tracks to lock."

Upon hearing this, Wang Hu relaxed his shoulders slightly.

"You're back to work?"

Su Yuan pointed to the side of the main entrance.

There is an old crane pulley outside the door frame.

The heavy-duty maintenance pulley commonly used at the Blue Star Base is fixed to the side beam. The outer shell is badly rusted, but the shaft is still intact.

Su Yuan glanced at it when he crossed the suspension bridge.

"The main cable winds around the pulley."

"Reverse the tail collar of the No. 1 hunting dog."

Wang Hu's face darkened when he saw the distance.

"The sparks at the door are so numerous, you want me to go over and knock on them?"

Su Yuan glanced at him.

"You're not a recruit."

Wang Hu cursed and grabbed his insulated gloves, putting them on.

"You know how to say that back."

Xiao Huo immediately disconnected the non-essential power supply to the Devourer.

"Exterior lighting is minimal."

"Wireless enhancement off".

"Disconnect all unnecessary wiring except for the engine, water cooling system, and winch."

"Avoid electromagnetic interference with winch control."

Wang Hu dragged the winch cable and rushed out of the car.

Sparks from the saw blade flew out of the doorway and crackled against his shoulder armor.

He bent over and rushed towards the side beam.

The steel plate underfoot was covered in oil, water, and fungal residue; slipping on it once would send you tumbling into the saw blade's area.

The people in room 013 were watching with their hands clenched tightly.

The young survivors couldn't help but shout.

"He's gone!"

The old mechanic yelled at him.

"Shut up, don't get distracted."

Wang Hu rushed to the pulley and first inserted the main cable into the pulley groove.

The pulley is stuck.

Half of it rusted to death.

He inserted the wrench into the wheel rim and pried it off hard.

Didn't move.

The five hounds inside the gate continued to push outwards.

The Devourer was forced to slide backward half a wheel mark.

Carriage 013 swayed slightly.

The brake lever in Tang Lan's hand made a creaking sound.

"hurry up!"

The veins on Wang Hu's forehead throbbed.

"Screw you."

He kicked the end of the wrench.

Click.

The pulley turned half a circle.

The main cable is lowered into the groove.

He lunged at the stuck hunting dog, dragging the end of the main rope.

The hound's saw was still spinning idly, the cutting disc less than a meter from his shoulder.

Wang Hu crawled over almost touching the ground and fastened the hook to the tail traction ring.

The hook didn't go in.

The tow ring was knocked askew.

He looked up and cursed, then inserted a wrench into the inside of the traction ring and pried it open.

The lock beam retracted very slowly.

One.

Two.

Three.

With each step back, the red light from the crack in the door pushed out a little further.

Then, all seven headlights turned on simultaneously.

It's not scattered.

They were arranged neatly, pressing down on the darkness, one lamp after another pressing forward.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of tracks began to creak.

Click. Click. Click.

The rhythm is consistent, and the spacing is also consistent.

Tang Lan stood beside car door number 013, her hand never leaving the brake lever.

She looked at the few lights shining through the crack in the door, her face even more somber than when she was on the suspension bridge.

"This is not a motorcade."

"This is something raised inside the gate."

Wang Hu pressed his face against the cockpit side window, staring at the slowly opening crack in the door, and cursed under his breath.

"Seven dogs blocked the door, leaving no room for even breathing."

Su Yuan didn't respond.

He turned the headlights down another notch.

Next to the maintenance platform, those old protective suits are still hanging upside down.

They twitched when the light shone on them.

The red light shining through the crack in the door couldn't reach that side, but he didn't relax.

The small firebox switched the external lighting to low beams close to the ground, leaving only a range of four or five meters in front.

The platform is very narrow.

With the Devourer on the left and No. 013 behind, and a precipice on the right, below which surges heat and pollen, and with seven more hounds squeezing in at the entrance, no one can turn back.

A hissing sound came from the radio.

Then, a weak male voice squeezed out.

"Don't fire."

"Behind the door are an ammunition depot, a wounded ward, and oxygen supply lines, all on the same floor."

Tang Lan looked up into the room.

"Who are you."

He took a few breaths, as if he had just gotten up from the ground.

"Lu Mingyuan. Temporary person in charge, number 04."

"Those seven vehicles inside the gate were assembled by us."

Wang Hu frowned.

"The dogs we created are quick to bite their own people."

Lu Mingyuan paused for two seconds, as if he had been choked by those words.

"So that's not how it is."

"When the fungal wave first hit, we pieced together the old carriages and the remains of the hunting dogs, and connected control lines, hoping they would guard the main entrance."

"Three days ago, black spore fungus crawled in from the bottom wiring harness and messed up the control logic."

"They identify all heat sources as targets for recycling."

"Two groups of repairmen went in, but none of them came out unharmed."

Tang Lan's face darkened further after hearing this.

She glanced at the red light behind the door, then looked at the few steel plates that were barely standing on the platform.

"Don't blow up the door."

"It's blown up, the people inside will die first."

Lu Mingyuan's breathing became heavier.

"right."

"There was a row of old ammunition boxes pressed against the back of the door, along with the oxygen supply pipes."

"The door is only one-third open now, and the seven machines inside are blocking the door frame, so no one can push it open."

"If you try to force your way through, they will simply recycle it in sections."

"What is segmented recycling?" Wang Hu asked.

"Cut the car open and drag it in."

Lu Mingyuan spoke very quickly.

"The first two units are braced against the door frame, and the last five units are arranged in a wedge shape. The main entrance is now a crushing trough."

"The saw blades are fully open."

"Don't touch the front door."

The words fell.

A spark suddenly shot out from the crack in the door.

very short.

The next second, the saw disc of the second car emerged, its red blade spinning in circles, scraping the edge of the door frame with a sizzling sound.

Su Yuan stared at the scratch for two seconds.

Then his gaze swept towards the location of the seven car lights inside the door.

"Same batch of chassis."

He spoke softly.

"They're all modified from old Blue Star chassis."

Xiao Huo immediately turned up the radar and near-field acoustic signature to the maximum.

"They are homologous structures."

"The track rhythm is uniform, and the differential delay is consistent."

"The first two units are responsible for blocking the entrance, while the last five units push the formation."

Wang Hu listened, his brow furrowing.

"Then it won't be about dismantling them one by one; it'll be about them all biting each other at once."

Tang Lan also looked over.

"Can you reverse?"

Su Yuan didn't look at her.

"There's a bridge behind us."

"The bridge has already been demolished once, but number 013 is still hanging at the back."

Tang Lan remained silent.

She herself knew it.

There is no way out here.

Lu Mingyuan urgently reminded him on the radio.

"Don't let the lead car go right in the center of the gate."

"They will bite your front axle to pieces."

"The saw blade on the third machine on the right has locked onto your traction cable."

The small flame immediately cut out a set of curve graphs.

"Master, the seven units inside the door are being pushed outwards simultaneously."

"The steel beams of the door frame rose under pressure."

"In ten seconds, the door will be stuck in the half-open position."

Wang Hu glanced ahead, his throat tightening.

"Shall we rinse it then?"

Su Yuan placed his hands on the steering wheel but did not move immediately.

He's watching.

Observe the order in which the red lights illuminate through the crack in the door.

Observe the saw blade rotation speed.

Observe the interval when the tracks touch the ground.

Observe whether those vehicles lift the left side first and then press down on the right side each time they are pushed outward.

Lower the small torch searchlight further so that the light only sweeps across the edge of the steel plate in front of the door.

"Master, the one on the far left will take up half a turn of the right side when turning."

"The two in the middle are half a beat slower than it."

"The last five units should be on a control chain."

Wang Hu understood.

"If the first machine malfunctions, all the others will follow suit and go wrong with the same set of instructions."

Su Yuan nodded.

"Bring those two short cables and deformed track plates from the suspension bridge."

Wang Hu was stunned for a moment.

"What are you going to do?"

"Make a wedge."

Wang Hu didn't ask any more questions.

He got out of the vehicle, squatted down at the back, untied the short cable he had just used, and then picked up the track plate that had been bent by the steel cable.

The edges of the track plates were curled up, and dried spores and oil stains were still stuck to the iron plates.

Tang Lan watched him drag the things over and couldn't help but ask.

"Are you really going to use this thing to break down the door?"

Su Yuan glanced at her.

"Breaking down the door is too slow."

"Take them apart."

Tang Lan didn't say anything more.

She knew now was not the time to fight.

Wang Hu placed the track plate in front of the truck, squatted down, and tied a knot at both ends of the plate with a short cable.

"How much force?"

"It can be thrown between the outer tracks and the door sill of the first vehicle."

"clear."

He tightened the knot one last time, stood up, and patted the black oil off his hands.

"I'm good at this job."

Su Yuan raised his chin.

"Wang Hu, wait for my signal, then you can dart away."

"Not too early, not too late."

Wang Hu nodded.

"If it's too late, I'll jump down and stop it myself."

Su Yuan didn't respond to that.

He raised his hand and pressed the exhaust control valve.

A plume of black smoke suddenly shot out from the cracked manifold on the right side of the Devourer.

The steam, carrying the smell of oil, rushed straight to the door.

Through the crack in the door, the saw blade of the leftmost hunting dog immediately shifted slightly.

Its infrared scanning head turned towards the heat source.

It was in that very moment.

"Swing it."

Wang Hu exerted sudden force with his arm, and the short cable, along with the deformed track plate, was flung out.

The iron plate flipped once in mid-air and got precisely between the outer track and the threshold of the hunting dog.

With a click.

The tracks caught on the iron plate.

The steering differential then jammed.

The leftmost hound suddenly tilted, and the entire vehicle crashed into the door frame.

The steel beam of the door frame immediately emitted a muffled thud.

The cars behind it were also affected, and half of the wedge formation collapsed on the spot.

A screeching sound of metal scraping came from inside the door.

Lu Mingyuan lost his voice on the radio.

"Is it stuck?"

"The car in front of them is stuck!"

Tang Lan immediately realized what was happening and gave the order to No. 013.

"Give the left track a gentle push, don't push it too hard."

"Leave room for the lead car to maneuver."

Everyone in room 013 moved.

The old mechanic leaned over the observation window, his eyes fixed on the crack in the door, his voice changing.

He wasn't banging on the door.

"He was waiting for the first car to make a mistake."

The young survivor, whose face had been pale just moments before, was now completely stunned.

"Can we wait for it to make a mistake at a time like this?"

The old mechanic cursed under his breath.

"You think driving is like swinging a hammer?"

"A close call, and an entire row of them would have died."

Inside the gate, the leftmost hunting dog was still trying to straighten its vehicle.

However, its tracks were blocked by the iron plate, the steering shaft slipped, and the saw blade was cutting into the door frame, sparks flying everywhere.

The more anxious it gets, the tighter it grips the door frame.

Su Yuan's eyes never left the car.

"The next five stations have started pushing."

The small fire immediately produced a pressure graph.

"Yes, the five units behind us will switch to advance in the same direction."

"They're not turning anymore."

"Pushing the track horizontally."

Wang Hu grinned.

"These guys really know how to change their tactics."

Su Yuan placed his left hand on the winch control button.

"They want to push the stuck machine off the platform along with us."

"Then let them push."

Wang Hu was stunned for a moment.

"How could pushing cause an accident?"

Su Yuan did not explain.

He gave the order directly.

"Cut off excess power."

Xiao Huo immediately severed all the unnecessary electromagnetic modules on the outer edge of the Devourer's engine.

The car instantly became quiet.

Then, Su Yuan looked at Wang Hu.

"Main cable, around the old lifting pulley on the side."

Wang Hu's eyelid twitched.

"You need to pull it sideways."

"right."

"The tail leash of the hound that got stuck was fastened backwards."

Wang Hu immediately understood.

"You need to use it as a wedge to push against those five platforms behind it."

Su Yuan only said one word.

"go."

Wang Hu didn't waste any more words.

He bent down and rushed to the side of the vehicle, released the main cable from the winch drum, and dragged the cable through the pulley of the abandoned crane next to the door.

The old pulleys were rusted long ago, and they creaked and squealed as soon as they were turned.

Wang Hu's hand was chafed raw by the steel cable, but he didn't stop.

He looped the steel cable around and swung it at the tail leash of the hunting dog trapped inside the door.

The steel hook got stuck.

"It's buttoned up."

Su Yuan lit the fire.

The accelerator is not pressed forward.

Instead, it suddenly contracted and expanded.

Then, I turned the steering wheel directly to the left.

The tail of the Devourer followed suit, the winch suddenly strained, and the entire main cable was suddenly pulled taut laterally.

The tail of the hunting dog that was stuck in the door frame was pulled askew.

It was already tilted, and with this pull, the car body shifted halfway to the side.

Then, its tail was pulled into the outer edge of the tracks of the second hound.

boom.

The two cars collided.

The five units behind were initially advancing in unison, but when the front broke up, their formation didn't break; instead, they continued to push forward.

In this way, the first saw became the wedge, the second became the impact surface, and the saw blade of the third saw cut directly into the side armor of the second saw.

Mars exploded in patches.

The darkness inside the door was suddenly illuminated.

"Again."

Su Yuan's voice was very flat.

Wang Hu gritted his teeth and braced his shoulder against the winch control arm.

"Come on then."

He suddenly pulled the steel cable back another notch.

The tail of the stuck hound shifted sideways again, embedding itself between the tracks of the second and third hounds.

Once the tracks get stuck with a foreign object, the subsequent propulsion will no longer be propulsion.

They were fighting each other.

The fourth vehicle went up on top and pressed down on the saw blade of the third vehicle.

The fifth vehicle was turning a little too slowly, and its front end had only turned half an degree when it crashed into the gap in the metal shell created by the two vehicles in front of it.

The sixth saw could no longer be stopped; its saw blade cut into the armor beam of the fourth saw.

The seventh unit, being the last one, collided with the steel beam that bounced back from the door frame.

The entire passageway inside the door instantly descended into chaos.

The saw blades cut each other.

Tracks interlock.

The car bodies collided.

The door frame and steel beams also deformed.

Sparks flew out from the crack, interrupting the red light coming through the door.

Lu Mingyuan remained silent for a few seconds on the radio, then suddenly shouted.

"The guards have dispersed!"

"Their chains at both ends are broken!"

Tang Lan stood next to number 013, her hand still on the brake lever.

She stared at the jumbled car lights inside the door, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"This can be taken apart too..."

The old mechanic sat down on the ground.

He stared at it for a long time, his lips twitching slightly.

"Horizontal pull".

"He used a horizontal bar to dismantle seven hounds."

The young survivors had dry throats.

"Is this still a car battle?"

The old mechanic ignored him.

His gaze shifted completely as he stared at the car bodies stretched askew by the steel cables in front of the gate.

Inside the door, the saw blade of the first hunting dog got stuck in the door frame and came to a complete stop.

The second locomotive was pinned down by the third, and half of its track derailed.

The third vehicle's side armor was cut open by the saw blade of the vehicle in front, and coolant and broken wires sprayed out.

When the fourth unit pushed forward, it broke the power supply beam by itself.

Blue-white arcs of electricity burst from the broken beam and shot straight to the top of the door.

The fifth and sixth vehicles got tangled together, with both front and rear wheels slipping simultaneously, causing them to become stuck in a jumbled mess.

Channel 7 is the worst off.

The front of the car was knocked askew by the rebounding steel beam, and the driver's cabin was smashed into the door frame groove, causing half of the red light to go out.

The cold, synthesized voice behind the door was still ringing.

"Identification of abandoned train carriages completed."

"Perform segmented recycling."

"Perform segmented recycling."

"Execution segmentation—"

Before the speaker could finish, the entire broadcast suddenly stopped.

It's like someone twisted a controller in half.

Then, there was a two-second silence inside the door.

All that remained was the sound of an electrical leak.

There was also the clicking sound of the track fragments slowly coming to a stop.

Tang Lan then released the armrest.

She let out a breath she had been holding for a long time, her palms sweaty.

"Is the door open?"

Lu Mingyuan's voice came through again, this time trembling noticeably.

"Half of it was opened."

"Don't touch those damaged vehicles."

"There's an electrical leak inside."

Su Yuan looked up.

The entrance on the door frame, which was only half open, was dripping blue-white electric arcs down from the broken power supply beam.

There wasn't much water on the ground inside the doorway, but every drop was bubbling.

The remains of seven hunting dogs blocked the entrance, and half the passageway was filled with scrap metal and broken wires.

Xiao Huo immediately reported the data.

"There is a high-voltage leakage area inside the door."

"Water conducts electricity."

"The self-destruct countdown has started under the car."

Wang Hu spat.

"These bastards aren't even properly cleaned up after they're dead."

Su Yuan did not relax.

"Wang Hu, drag the wreckage away."

"Insulated cable".

"Tang Lan, take some men and move wounded soldier number 013 to the middle section."

"An old mechanic, leading a group to remove the battery."

Several commands were given in one go, and the people in the car immediately started moving.

Wang Hu jumped out of the car, pulled over the insulated tow cable, and attached it to the front beam of the nearest hunting dog.

The saw blade on the car was still stuck, its edges red, but there was no movement under the car.

He dragged the object while cursing.

"The person who made this dog must have a screw loose."

"It's fine as a gatekeeper's car, but why does it have to be used to pick up the remains of the hunting dogs?"

The veteran mechanic also got off at No. 013 and led two people to remove the spare battery.

He glanced back at the crack in the door as he unloaded the bolts.

"It's not that people have a screw loose."

"The pollen has penetrated too deeply."

"This thing can drill through wire harnesses and control boxes as well."

Tang Lan didn't respond to that.

She was directing people to move the wounded to the middle of the carriage.

Train No. 013 was swaying violently on the suspension bridge just now. Two people in the carriage injured their shoulders, and another person cut their forehead and was still bleeding.

She ignored the gossip and focused only on keeping the person calm.

"Tie it tight."

"Don't let them leave again."

Someone inside the car responded, and their hands and feet moved much faster.

Lu Mingyuan was panting on the radio, and it took him a few seconds to speak.

"You've really dismantled the gatekeeper's formation."

"I thought we were going to blow up half the base at the entrance today."

Wang Hu dragged the wreckage of a hunting dog and sneered.

"You guys are quite good at making things."

"They won't care after they've done it."

Lu Mingyuan remained silent.

Su Yuan had already reached the door.

He didn't go in immediately.

The mechanical left eye first scanned the chaotic wreckage through the crack in the door.

The cockpit of a hunting dog was smashed open in half.

There was no one inside.

There was only an old license plate, covered in black spores, stuck next to the steering column.

Su Yuan paused for a moment.

His gaze fell on the license plate.

The license plate was scratched at the edges, and rust covered most of the characters.

But the number in the middle is still there.

Pangu Expeditionary Force - Backup Carriage No. 001

Su Yuan's finger hovered in mid-air, without touching it.

Little Fire saw it too, and its tail immediately straightened.

"Owner."

"That's not the designation for Base 04."

"It's an old formation of the Expeditionary Force."

Tang Lan looked up when she heard this.

"Spare carriage number 001?"

"Is this kind of organization even used in the expeditionary force?"

Lu Mingyuan's breathing suddenly became erratic.

There was a brief silence on the radio, as if someone had pressed their ear against it.

Subsequently, another broadcast automatically connected from deep within Base 04.

It wasn't Lu Mingyuan's voice.

The voice was older, more grounded, and colder.

"Don't let that lead car into the core compartment."

"It contains the original engine that we lost back then."

Su Yuan looked up.

The license plate inside the door was still stuck next to the driver's cabin, and black spores were crawling down the edges.

The broadcast is still running.

The aged voice from inside the door paused for a second, then added another sentence.

"Spare carriage number 001, confirmed for recovery."