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When the front wheel of the Devourer reached thirty meters in front of the gate, the rail surface emitted a dull metallic resonance.

It's not the sound of wheels grinding. Something below is responding.

Wang Hu stared at the three nuclear fuel tanks on the external fuel rack; the tank walls vibrated visibly. Thump. Thump. The rhythm quickened, jumping in sync with the red lettering above the gate.

"Fully loaded vehicles are prohibited from entering."

The words were starkly white under the old light bulbs, and the walls on either side bore the old expeditionary force's pass number charts. Gate No. 14 of the Great Wall was wider than any of the previous stations. The gate itself consisted of two interlocking heavy-duty lead-boron steel plates, at least half a meter thick. Six pressure sensors hung on the gate frame, and a row of weighing rail sections were embedded at the bottom.

Wang Hu cursed. "It wants the fuel it just stole?"

Tang Lan connected through channel 013. "Secondary fixation for wounded soldier pod 013. Lock the buckles." Her voice was short as she pressed down on the shoulder strap of the nearest wounded soldier.

The voice of a young survivor came from the tailgate of No. 005: "Isolation box normal. Second cargo compartment on the right untouched. Tail beam 25."

The small fire projected the front rail structure onto the main screen. Three short rails branched off from the main line. The center rail was lowered by half a foot, with wear marks on both sides, and a sign read "Full Load Weight Reduction Slot". A separate curved rail branched off from the left line, leading to a dimly lit side compartment, with a sign that read "Fuel Unloading Temporary Storage Rail". The right line was narrow, allowing only one vehicle to pass at a time, and a sign read "Personnel Safety Passage".

The loudspeaker came on. It was that same old, monotonous, mechanical female voice.

"The lead vehicle was equipped with a non-standard external fuel assembly."

"The moving furnace body exceeds the maximum capacity limit for passage through the main gate."

"Luggage car No. 005 was carrying uncertified quarantine items."

"Please unload in sequence, and then inspect the doors of the lead vehicle separately."

In the third section, the old mechanic's fingers pressed down on the crowbar. "Here we go again."

Qin Yan raised his fingers on stretcher number 013 and tapped them against the bedpost. Two short taps followed by one long tap. Xiao Huo translated: "Don't believe the weighing."

Su Yuan glanced at the three short tracks but didn't move the steering wheel.

The broadcast didn't wait for his response.

"Weighing process initiated."

The rail beneath the front wheel of the Devourer suddenly tightened. It wasn't a lock-up; rather, the side catches popped out from the rail gap and clamped onto the outer edge of the wheel flange. The vehicle jerked. The third section followed suit, lurching forward half an inch. Brake band #013 squeaked, and tail anchor #005 swung back due to inertia.

The tapping on the inner walls of the three fuel tanks increased simultaneously. Thump, thump—the rhythm changed from once every three seconds to once every two seconds.

The broadcast tone turned cold.

"Full load countdown: 20 seconds."

"If the limit is exceeded, the external fuel rack will be shut off."

The yellow light on the left unloading rail is on. A half-foot-wide gap has opened in the floor of the right-side weight reduction trough, revealing dismantling rollers and a row of white nozzles. The nozzles are preheating, emitting the smell of fuel-cooling foam from their tips.

A red box popped up on the old terminal in front of Su Yuan. Urgent report from Xiao Huo.

"Weighing rail chuck locks the front wheel."

"Remote unlocking of fuel rack detachment protection cover in progress."

"Eighteen seconds."

Inside casualty compartment 013, a wounded soldier's gaze drifted to the right-hand fuel decoupling cover. The indicator light on the cover had just turned yellow.

Tang Lan didn't look at him.

boom.

The warning light next to the decoy cover exploded, sending fragments flying and hitting the floor. Before the smoke had even cleared, Tang Lan had already returned the gun to his side.

"Have you seen enough?"

The man pulled his hand back into the restraint strap, his face turning deathly pale.

On the AM relay channel, the sounds of all the wasteland caravans came out all at once.

Someone spoke first on the Bonebreaker channel: "Entering the main gate fully loaded with fuel is suicide. If the nuclear fuel tanks get caught in the gate shears, the steam explosion could blow up half the platform."

The slaughterhouse fire control officer stared at the screen, his throat bobbing. "The can must be discarded. This isn't the previous kind of process mechanism; the main gate weighing is a hard, unwritten rule."

The adjutant asked, "What about Number 005?"

The fire control officer did not answer.

In the control room of Base 04, the veteran engineer pulled up the structure of the No. 14 main gate. His finger hovered over the cross-section of the weighing rail.

"This is a real weighing," he told Lu Mingyuan. "The main gate of the inner ring of the Great Wall doesn't allow trains to pass if they exceed the weight limit. Even military trains in the old days had to follow the rules."

Lu Mingyuan looked at the vibration curve on the inner wall of the fuel tank. "What was that knocking sound?"

The technician amplified the voiceprint. "Uncertain. The beat is synchronized with the gate's locking teeth."

The veteran engineer frowned and remained silent.

On the main screen, there is a countdown of twelve seconds.

Inside the cockpit of the Devourer, Wang Hu's finger was already on the external ammunition magazine safety. "Fire the weighing rail?"

"Pinkish-gray".

Wang Hu was stunned for a second. The countdown was on. But Su Yuan said he would sprinkle powdered ash.

The bag of lime was lifted. Wang Hu leaned out of the front observation port and sprinkled the first handful onto the base of the weighing rail clamps. The lime fell but didn't scatter. It was sucked into the tiny holes at the bottom of the clamps, forming a narrow line of lime that seeped down along the rail seam.

The second handful was sprinkled onto the base of the fuel tank. The dust fell normally onto the shelf, with no abnormal airflow.

The third powder was thrown towards the front of the gate. The powder slid down the gate panel, and was blown away by the gaps in the gate when it reached the bottom. There was positive pressure behind the gate.

Wang Hu stopped. "There's a pullback under the weighing rail."

Su Yuan glanced at the vibration curve of the fuel tank. "Knock on the outer casing."

Wang Hu switched to a longer hook and used it to tap the outer wall of the first jar.

clang.

The tapping inside the tank paused for a beat. The vibration on the outer wall caused the sound source on the inner wall to shift by half a cycle.

The second one. Clang. The same pause.

The third one. Clang.

The three cans fell silent for a moment, then resumed playing. But this time the rhythm was off; it was no longer synchronized with the gate's locking mechanism.

Little Fire's ears stood up.

"The tapping on the inner wall is not an independent sound source."

"It's an old-style pressure balancing valve that's being resonated by external sound waves."

"The resonant frequency is consistent with the rhythm of the gate's locking teeth."

Wang Hu frowned. "There's no bomb in the can?"

"No." The small torch broke down the waveform. "Each time the gate locking teeth engage, they release low-frequency acoustic pulses, which are transmitted through the weighing rail to the vehicle body and then to the fuel rack. The balance valve is perfectly suited to this frequency."

Su Yuan's hands did not leave the steering wheel.

"It doesn't detect fuel levels."

Wang Hu, look over here.

"It uses the weight of the fuel rack as bait." Su Yuan stared at the suction holes below the weighing rail. "You unload the fuel onto the left-line temporary storage rail. Where does the temporary storage rail lead?"

The left-side temporary storage rail end structure is displayed on the screen with a small flame. It is marked in red.

"The Kuroshio recovery well is located below the end-connected gate."

Wang Hu took a breath. "I need my fuel."

Six seconds left in the countdown.

Broadcast escalation: "Over-limit cutoff procedure initiated." "External fuel rack disengagement and unlocking complete." "Five." "Four."

Su Yuan didn't move.

"three."

Tang Lan, number 013, pressed down on the brake lever, her lips pressed into a thin line.

"two."

The young survivor, number 005, pressed his entire upper body against the isolation box.

"one."

The countdown has reached zero.

The fuel rack detachment cover popped open, but the rack itself didn't fall off.

As the countdown reached "three," Xiao Huo had already inserted the breech-locking safety device, which he had stolen from Station 09, into the electrical control box of the decoupling mechanism. The safety device locked the electromagnetic locking pin, the decoupling procedure completed, and the physical lock remained locked.

The broadcast paused for a moment.

"Failed to disengage."

"Initiate weighing segment recognition."

The weighing rails began to move. Not as a whole, but in sections. The rail surface under the Devourer was raised two inches first. Then the corresponding area of ​​the third section was raised a bit. Rails 013 and 005 were subsequently slightly raised.

It is performing segmented weighing, attempting to pinpoint the precise location of each attachment point.

The stress on tail beam 005 has begun to climb. (26. 27. 28.)

The young survivor's voice tightened. "Number 005, number twenty-eight!"

The wounded ward in compartment 013 began to vibrate laterally and rise, the restraints tightening, and someone groaned. Tang Lan pressed down on the person's shoulder. "Bite down."

The third cup wobbled. The veteran mechanic pressed down on the cup holder. "If you lift it any higher, it'll tilt."

The pounding on the inner wall of the fuel tank synchronized with the rising rhythm of the weighing rail once again. Thump. Thump. Thump. More rapid than before.

Broadcast switching command.

"Illegal external device identification in progress."

"Mobile refining furnace: right outer beam."

External fuel rack: right-side subframe.

Heavy-duty lifting boom: upper right side.

"Recognition complete".

"Perform physical stripping."

The walls on both sides of the gate opened. Not dismantling rollers, but two thickened shearing blades that pushed out from the sides, precisely aimed at the right-side outer layer of the Devourer.

It's not going to talk to you anymore. It's just cutting.

On the AM relay channel, someone shouted, "It's going to cut the fuel rack!"

The fire control officer on the slaughterhouse slammed his hand on the table. "It's too late. The fuel canisters have been cut off and smashed on the ground; the steam depressurization is enough to blow up half the tracks."

The adjutant watched the speed at which the guillotine blades were pushed out. "It forces him to choose. Either blow it up, or throw it away."

In the control room of Base 04, the veteran engineer stared at the movement of the shear gate. "Four-second contact."

Lu Mingyuan stood in front of the main screen.

The technician's voice changed. "Why isn't the lead truck here yet—"

The Devourer moved in the scene.

But it's not a retreat.

The rapid bridge erection modules popped out from both sides of the chassis. The two main bridge beams were not laid forward. They were inserted laterally into the anchor holes on both sides of the No. 14 main gate.

Boom!

The heavy-duty support structure descended, and the inclined beam gripped the old locking ring. The entire train was horizontally nailed to the gate.

Wang Hu simultaneously pulled down the main lever of the segmented brake array. Each of the four car sections engaged its corresponding rail surface. The front brake of the lead car locked. The third guide frame was lowered. Car 013 was partially locked. The silencer 005 was lowered.

The entire train was nailed to its original position, and the pressure from the segmented lifting of the weighing rails was entirely channeled into the ground anchor holes, preventing further upward movement. Tail beam number 005 jumped back from 28 to 26.

The small fire element simultaneously captures the gate's locking teeth rhythm, shifting the core idling frequency of the Zhenshan chip by half a beat. The low-frequency acoustic pulse is then interfered with in the opposite direction.

The tapping on the inner walls of the three fuel tanks stopped completely after two cycles.

The reading shifted from the red zone back to the yellow zone.

It's quiet now.

But the shearing gate is still pushing.

Three seconds. Two seconds.

Su Yuan raised his hand. "Lever arm, counterweight beam."

The heavy-duty crane boom extends from the right side. The main cable loops around the vertical transfer pulley block, and the hook extends. (This is not about fastening the vehicle body. It is not about fastening the brake lever.)

The hook flew over the top of the gate and precisely locked onto the lifting lug of the counterweight beam shared by the two main gates.

The counterweight beam is the core of the entire gate's balance. The two gate panels can close because of the symmetrical pressure provided by the top counterweight.

"Hang on!" Wang Hu shouted.

"External magazine," Su Yuan continued.

Wang Hu has already cut it. Two medium-to-low velocity armor-piercing projectiles.

Locking pins at both ends of the weighing rail.

Two muffled thuds came from the right side of the Devourer. The armor-piercing shells missed the front of the gate and instead drilled at an angle into the locking pins at the front and rear of the weighing rail.

Boom! The front locking pin shattered. The entire front section of the weighing rail sank downwards, the chuck lost its bearing, and the front wheel came loose.

Boom! The rear locking pin broke. The rear section of the weighing rail detached from the main frame, completely paralyzing the segmented lifting function.

The shear gate was pushed to a position two feet away from the fuel rack.

Su Yuan looked at the mobile refining furnace.

"Swallow the switch. Don't touch the fuel tank."

Dark gold conduits extend from the bottom of the Devourer. The first one plunges into the hydraulic chamber of the left-side shear gate. The second one coils around the right-side gate's push rail. The refining furnace bucket is partially opened, retracting only the gate structure.

*Click*—The two shearing gates were pulled out from the side wall by the roots. The hydraulic pipe broke, spraying black oil, and metal fragments were drawn into the furnace opening by the conduit.

The switch is missing. The fuel rack is intact.

The broadcast was delayed for two seconds.

"Weighing rail malfunction."

"Cut unit failed."

"Initiate main gate closing."

The two half-meter-thick lead-boron steel plates began to fit together.

This isn't a normal switch. It's meant to sandwich the Devourer and all the external attachments in the middle, forcibly pressing them into a flat iron shape.

The closing speed is not fast. But each door weighs at least a hundred tons.

Wang Hu watched as the two doors pressed in from both sides, the veins on the back of his hands bulging. "This time it's really tight."

Su Yuan had already tightened the main cable of the crane boom. The hook was secured to the counterweight beam. The counterweight beam was connected to the top of the two gates.

"biased".

Wang Hu pulled down the mechanical boom. The main winch retracted at an angle. The lifting arm was not pulled upwards, but rather pulled to the right and forward to pull the counterweight beam.

The counterweight beam is the fulcrum for balancing the entire gate. It is deflected three inches to the right.

The closing forces of the two gates immediately became asymmetrical. The left gate was half a beat faster, while the right gate was slower. The closing line shifted.

They didn't trap the Devourer, but collided at an asymmetrical angle half a meter in front of the vehicle.

boom!

The lead-boron steel plates collided with each other, sparks flying from the door seams. The gate's locking teeth failed to engage; instead, the angle deviation caused the entire row of teeth to break off. Some of the teeth flew out and struck the newly applied heavy outer armor of the Devourer's front beam, embedding themselves in it.

The door wasn't closed. Nor was it open. It was stuck in a half-dead position, a row of locking teeth was broken, the counterweight beam was bent by the crane arm, and both door panels were tilted outwards a few degrees.

Su Yuan looked at the two half-damaged doors.

"dismantle."

Wang Hu laughed. It was a laugh with a dark, grimy tone in his voice.

"Complete demolition?"

"Door hinges, lock teeth, lead-boron explosion-proof layer, rail clamping module. Do not touch the fuel tank."

The heavy-duty lifting boom is angled. The main cable is retracted from the counterweight beam, and the hook is thrown out for the second time, engaging the upper hinge of the left gate.

The third armor-piercing round in the external magazine broke the lower locking pin of the left door hinge. The hoisting arm snapped back. The entire left door was torn off the frame. It didn't hit the ground. Wang Hu used the auxiliary cable to hold the bottom and guided the door panel to the external bucket of the moving refining furnace.

The door was too big. The bucket couldn't handle the whole thing. A dark gold conduit pierced the door panel surface, cutting it into three sections. The first section went into the furnace. The second section went into the furnace. The third section, along with the hinges and door pivots, was pulled in.

The fire at the furnace opening was dark and dull.

The right door was even simpler. The counterweight beam had already been pulled off course, and the weight of the door panel itself caused it to tilt outwards. Wang Hu only needed to fire one more armor-piercing round to break the upper hinge, and the entire door tilted down on its own, being dragged into the bucket by the crane arm.

The screen refreshes continuously on the small flame.

"Recycling: Great Wall main gate shaft".

"Recycling: Re-locking teeth".

"Recycling: Lead-boron explosion-proof layer"

"Recycling: Weighing rail debris".

"Recovery: Fuel pressure relief valve assembly."

"Recycling: Rail-clamping passage module base."

The mobile refining furnace entered high-power operation. The material mixing ratio was adjusted in real time by the small flame. The alloy properties of the lead-boron layer and the old locking teeth were different, and the temperature nodes were different, so the flame color at the furnace mouth jumped from dark red to orange-yellow and then pressed back down.

The first batch of molded parts slid out from the side groove of the furnace opening.

Wang Hu dragged it over to take a look. "What is this?"

Small fire alarm. "Fuel pressure relief lock."

The arc-shaped lock has a lead-boron heat insulation layer on the outside, and its inner arc fastens to the connection between the fuel tank and the frame. It is not an ordinary fastener, but a two-way lock that simultaneously bears and limits pressure. There is a pressure relief groove on the outside of the lock body. If the pressure inside the tank exceeds the limit, the groove will release pressure first, preventing the force from being transmitted to the frame.

Wang Hu understood after two seconds. "If the jar is resonated by sound waves again, this thing can eat it."

Without waiting for Su Yuan's order, he dragged the pressure relief lock to the fuel rack. One lock was installed at each of the three tank connection points. The lock pins were hammered in. Click. Click. Click.

The second set of molded parts slides out. It's heavier.

"Re-engine brake guardrail beam".

The robust lead-boron alloy beam features curved corner guards and buffer layers at both ends. It is cast from the core material of the main gate panel. The material itself is designed to withstand heavy-load impacts.

"Below the front beam," Su Yuan pointed.

Wang Hu called for the maintenance team. Four men lifted the crash beam and pushed it to the bottom of the front beam of the Devourer. They aligned the locking pin with the hole and hammered it in. Thump. The front beam already had heavy outer armor, and now with an additional crash beam at the bottom, the lower edge of the entire front of the vehicle was significantly thicker.

Group 3.

"Fully loaded rail-pressing passage module".

This component is complex. At the bottom is a pressure rail slider recast from the weighing rail remnant, and at the top is embedded the old access identification chip from the main gate. The small torch chip and the old data of the Great Wall certification insert were physically interfaced.

The module was installed in the middle section of the Devourer's chassis. The rail-pressing slider was aligned with the rail surface, and the identification chip began to operate.

The old terminal screen flickered.

The line of red text that originally read "Fully loaded vehicles are prohibited from entering" has disappeared.

A new notification has appeared.

"Temporary passage for heavy-load military trains."

In the control room of Base 04, the veteran engineer suddenly stood up, his chair bobbing back half a foot.

The technician was startled. "What's wrong?"

The veteran engineer stared at the line of green text on the main screen. His lips moved a few times.

"He broke down the gate inspection rules into passes."

Lu Mingyuan watched the screen. The Devourer was slowly rolling over the location of the No. 14 main gate, carrying three nuclear fuel tanks, a mobile refining furnace, the No. 005 tail anchor, and all external modules.

No uninstallation. No weight reduction. No vehicle splitting.

Passed fully loaded.

The gate is gone. Only the gate frames remain on both sides, with broken hinges and half of the counterweight beam still hanging on them. The weighing rail has collapsed in two and sunk below the rail base.

No. 14 Great Wall Main Gate.

empty.

Lu Mingyuan didn't sit back down. He stared at the newly installed rail-mounted passage module under the Devourer for a long time.

The response on the AM relay channel was louder than on any of the previous stations.

It wasn't because the fighting was fierce. Every station ahead—Archway 09, SkyTrain Station 11, and Maintenance Platform 12—was a tough battle.

This time, Su Yuan wasn't dismantling weapons.

He's dismantling the rules.

The fire control officer of the slaughterhouse stared at the green words "Temporary passage for heavy-load military trains" for a long time without blinking.

The adjutant leaned closer. "This…"

The fire control officer lowered his voice. "It's not just about seizing a station."

He watched the scene of the Devourer rolling over the gate.

"It can break down the rules."

Someone in the Bonebreaker channel directly edited the image.

"Main gate No. 14 of the Great Wall, status: empty."

"The core of the gate has been dismantled."

"Weighing system malfunction."

"The rules of the game have been rewritten."

The leader of the Nighthound convoy stared at the update, his expression unreadable. A soldier beside him asked, "Leader?"

The convoy leader closed the map interface. "Next time we encounter it, we'll let it pass."

The Devourer passed the ruins of Gate 14. Behind the gate was not a narrow tunnel, but a wide track. The walls on both sides receded, the track became two parallel lines, and the overhead height rose to more than ten meters.

The inner track of the Great Wall.

The core transport route of the old expeditionary force. The track surface is flat, the sleeper spacing is precise, and there are old light boxes every twenty meters on the side wall. Most of the light boxes are out, with only a few still glowing a dim yellow light.

Wang Hu leaned back in the passenger seat, his hand sliding down from the new crane's mechanical rod, finally resting against the seat back. "Inner city?"

Su Yuan did not reply.

The main screen refreshes to show the next station.

"Energy Dispatch Station No. 15. It is 3.6 kilometers away."

The platform was entirely green. Every traffic light was lit.

The radio channel switched. It wasn't a mechanical female voice, but an old-fashioned male dispatcher's voice, with a tone that even carried a hint of businesslike indifference.

"A temporary transit formation of heavily loaded military trains has been detected."

"Energy Dispatch Station No. 15 welcomes refueling."

"The fuel connection port is preheated."

"Please have the lead vehicle proceed onto the main connection track according to the standard procedure."

Wang Hu sprang up from the back of his chair. "Welcome?"

He turned to look at Su Yuan. "Is this the first one who won't attack us?"

Su Yuan did not relax.

Tang Lan replied on channel 013, "You're too kind."

The veteran mechanic tapped on the floor beam in the third quarter. "I think something's not right either."

The young survivor, number 005, didn't speak, but his hand next to the isolation box never loosened.

Qin Yan did not move on stretcher number 013.

Xiao Huo pressed down on his ear and then lifted it up again.

"Owner."

A line of text pops up in the bottom right corner of the screen.

"Residual fuel tank code"

The small torch superimposed the old code signals from the three cans. Individually, each can sound like a fragment; only when put together do they form a complete sentence.

"The next step is to prevent fuel from being connected to the main grid."

The driver's cab fell silent.

Wang Hu looked at the all-green traffic lights ahead, then glanced at the three quiet tanks on the external fuel rack.

"It just forced me to unload the fuel." He bit the cigarette butt in his mouth. "Now, please let me connect to the main network."

Su Yuan's hands were still on the steering wheel.

He neither accelerated nor decelerated. The Devourer maintained a constant speed forward, the Mountain-Suppressing Core operated at low power, the refining furnace on the right side suppressed the fire, and the fuel pressure lock quietly secured the three tanks.

Suddenly, another small fire appeared.

"005 is an anomaly in real-time monitoring."

The young survivors immediately looked down.

Second compartment from the right, number 005. That black seal that hasn't been moved since the platform.

The lower edge of the seal.

A drop of black condensate was slowly seeping out from the bottom of the seal. The droplet was small and hung at the junction of the seal and the box wall without falling.

The young survivor's breath caught in his throat.

He reached out and touched it, but didn't. His finger stopped half an inch from the drop of liquid.

It's cold.

It's not oil. It's not water.

He lowered his voice and said, "The seal on the second compartment from the right in compartment 005... is leaking something."

No one responded immediately in the channel.

Wang Hu turned his head and glanced at the surveillance footage behind him. The image resolution was insufficient; he could only make out the outline of the young survivor lying near the tailgate of vehicle number 005.

Su Yuan's gaze swept across the rearview screen and fell back onto the all-green traffic lights at station number 15 ahead.

The Devourer did not stop.