Level 2 Assistive Universal Wheel?
Chen Mang listened to this new name in his mind without much thought. Instead, he pressed his body tightly against the surface of the carriage’s iron skin. At this moment, no one cared about the jolt of the train’s journey, nor the foul smell inside the train.
Everyone was plunged into a state of extreme panic.
This was the only thought in everyone’s mind present.
They couldn’t just sit and wait for death!
Chen Mang tightly closed his eyes, and one possibility after another kept surfacing in his mind. Moments later, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Old Pig beside him and whispered, "This train has a total of 9 carriages."
"The first is where the engine is, and carriages seven, eight, and nine are slave carriages."
"Didn’t you just say the train wasn’t flexible enough?"
"If we can find a way to get to the first carriage where the engine is, and then disconnect all the remaining carriages, you can drive the train, right? Haven’t you been a Deputy Train Captain before? You should know how to operate a train."
Old Pig almost immediately denied this suggestion without any thought. He shook his head with a pale face and hoarsely said, "All trains are bound to the Train Captain, only the Train Captain has the authority to drive the train. Even if we force our way into the cockpit, we won’t be able to take over this train, much less control it."
"Mang, your suggestion is a good one. If we disconnected from all carriages, it would indeed be like putting a Universal Wheel on the first carriage, giving us another chance to escape."
"I just hope the Train Captain doesn’t think of this..."
The two of them exchanged a glance, and neither of their expressions was pleasant.
It was quite evident.
If the Train Captain thought of this, they would immediately become abandoned pieces.
However, Chen Mang still got up right away, ready to head toward the sixth carriage, and said with an ugly expression, "We still have to go to the first carriage first, come with me."
Before the two could make a move.
Suddenly, a series of metal clashing sounds came from outside the window, and then they felt the train’s speed rapidly slow down.
Chen Mang took a deep breath, pulled out the last slightly crumpled cigarette given by Old Pig from his pocket, lit it on the straw mat amidst the chaos of the carriage, exhaled a long puff of smoke, and held the gls pistol in his hand, waiting calmly for judgment to come.
Death, death was certain.
They’d been abandoned.
But he didn’t resent the Train Captain; after all, if he were in the Train Captain’s position, he would do the same. He just hated that the Train Captain lacked a fighting spirit.
When guarding the mine, was the person probing the surrounding information napping?
Why did they only find out after the Corpse Tide encirclement had formed?
How precious can a bit of resources be? Even begrudge making a Level 2 Assistive Universal Wheel?
How are so many slaves not worth more than a Level 2 Assistive Universal Wheel?
Chen Mang put the cigarette at the corner of his mouth, chambered a round in his pistol, and stepped over the bodies of the slaves in the carriage to the side of the iron door, yanking down the nearby iron lever sharply, and at once—
The train door of this carriage was suddenly opened!
Cold wind mixed with a disgusting odor poured into the entire carriage at once!
Although their carriage had lost power, it still maintained a considerable speed forward due to inertia, but it wouldn’t last long, and after opening the train door, the Corpse Tide was almost imminent.
Just a few meters away from them.
No end could be seen; only the nearly suffocating foul odor and the throng of countless ferocious-faced zombies rushing toward the train were apparent.
Chen Mang muttered at this scene before him. He had read doomsday novels before, where people would cross over and initially face only one or two zombies. How could it be that when he crossed over, he was met with a Corpse Tide of this level, which gave no chance of survival?
Who could escape such a Corpse Tide alive?
Even in death, he had to take a few down with him!
Along with a gunshot ringing out fiercely, the head of a zombie that leapt at Chen Mang from the Corpse Tide exploded into a blood hole, then its body fell to the ground and was soon trampled out of sight by the zombies behind.
This was the first zombie he had killed.
It wasn’t that his shooting skills were accurate; he had never used a gun before; it was simply because his muzzle was almost stuck in the zombie’s mouth. At that distance, anyone could be a sharpshooter.
However, these zombies didn’t seem to have strong bodies; a single handgun bullet at close range could nearly cause a head explosion, and if one encountered a single zombie, an adult man could fully handle it.
If there weren’t any toxic infections, he could even manage to take on three to five of them.
It couldn’t withstand such locust-like numbers.
The sound of gunfire kept ringing out, and Chen Mang was gradually becoming adept. He soon emptied a magazine, and he wasn’t quite sure how many zombies died; things were too chaotic.
He only knew his bullets were hitting the Corpse Tide, but how many it killed, he wasn’t sure.
The speed had begun to gradually slow down, which meant there wasn’t much time left for him to fire. Chen Mang hurriedly replaced the pistol magazine, loading the brass bullets from his pocket one by one.
Before dying, he would take as many with him as possible.
Suddenly, a slave in the carriage rushed over, his face filled with terror, and kneeled at Chen Mang’s feet at the car door, his voice urgent and quivering with a sob: "Big brother, can you give me a shot, I want to die peacefully, I don’t want to die in a zombie’s mouth."
Chen Mang dismissed, his voice aloof, as he continued to rapidly load bullets into his magazine: "Bullets are limited, better to kill a few more zombies; that way, it’s more worth it in death."
He could hear the rapid gunfire from the neighboring carriage; the group of thugs in the sixth carriage had also been left behind, and they were making a desperate struggle before death.
The man kneeling on the ground raised his head, looking at Chen Mang with growing resentment, his neck full of bulging veins as he shrieked, "Even this request you refuse?"
"Just wanting a peaceful death, not even allowed?!"
But before he could finish, the man pounced at Chen Mang, targeting the gun in Chen Mang’s hand.
Chen Mang sidestepped the man’s lunge, glanced at him as he stood at the train’s door still overextended, and without hesitation, kicked him out harshly.
The man fell into the Corpse Tide.
His terrified, piercing screams ripped through the sky, but soon the sound abruptly ceased.