My Doomsday Train

#13 - The prototype of the train crew.

“Sigh.”

Chen Mang sighed, lightly rubbing his temples, and decided not to dwell on it further.

Of course, he knew he should add a layer of armor to the outside of the train to greatly improve its safety, but the 'Steel Train Car Armor' component required a whopping 1000 units of iron ore to create.

He didn't have that much iron ore right now.

He needed to mine more ore as soon as possible.

He walked out of the train car, summoned a few slaves, and had them install the only intact heavy machine gun he had seized on top of warehouse car number 2.

After moving it to the top and selecting a suitable position,

a panel suddenly popped up in front of him.

「Please name your train as soon as possible.」

「Do you want to allow the 'Makeshift Heavy Machine Gun' component to be mounted on top of car number two of your unnamed train?」

“Confirm.”

Soon—

the heavy machine gun was tightly fitted on top of car number 2.

It looked as if it was born as one with the car.

Only when this car was cut off and discarded by him would the heavy machine gun fall off, just like when he seized it.

He had a total of 400 rounds of heavy machine gun ammunition.

For a heavy machine gun, this amount of ammunition was not enough to sustain a battle.

Most of the time, it could only serve as a deterrent.

But it was enough.

At least the train, which originally seemed harmless, looked a little more dangerous after installing this thing.

He also called out the ten men he had already selected from the slaves, and after assigning them the position of 'Train Police' in turn,

he gave each of them a Flying Dragon Assault Rifle and three fully loaded magazines.

“…”

Chen Mang scanned the ten ragged thugs one by one, and his brow furrowed slightly:

“Before tomorrow morning, you need to choose a captain among yourselves.

You discuss who the captain will be.

There must be no casualties that affect the mission.”

Then he summoned Old Zhu and appointed him as the Deputy Train Conductor.

Thus—

the foundation of a train was beginning to take shape.

Although everything was very rudimentary, and even the thugs were chosen from the least terrible, everything starts from a rudimentary form.

Nothing in this world is perfect from the beginning.

It all starts from a simple prototype, and then, with development, it gets closer and closer to perfection.

After that, he issued new rules.

All slaves get one cup of water and two slices of moldy bread per day.

All thugs get two bottles of mineral water, six steamed buns, and a packet of pickled mustard tubers per day.

Although he felt that artificially creating class differences to ensure his position was not a big problem in the apocalypse, he didn't think the slaves should be starved half to death.

How could they have the strength to mine like that?

He had seized a lot of food from the train, which was enough for the time being.

After mining the ore and building a food production line, he wouldn't be too short of food.

Then!

All the slaves walked into car number four, while Old Zhu and the thugs lived together in car number three.

The living supplies in car number three were not piled up very full at the moment, and there was still room for some people to live.

But there was no way to build chairs for the time being, so all the thugs sat on the floor.

Old Zhu, however, had a soft bed of his own.

He seized a total of 7 single beds.

He kept two, one for Old Zhu in car number 3, and one for his train room.

He still liked to stay alone in the cab, so he could sleep more peacefully, after all, the steel door of the cab was relatively strong, and it was difficult to break open from the outside, and the glass in front of the cab was also reinforced bulletproof glass, which was difficult to break in a short time.

The rest were all thrown away, there was no room to install them.

Immediately after—

“Boom!!”

With the roar of the train engine, this jet-black train finally ended its rest, and with the wheels rolling rapidly, it shot towards the distance!

The target was the iron mine they came from!

They were some distance from the iron mine.

When he escaped, he stayed in the slave car, unable to see the road outside, and did not know where the iron mine was.

However, the train would leave traces when driving on the wasteland.

Just follow the roller marks back the way they came.

His current wheels were still the most ordinary wheels, and the speed was not very fast, but it was enough for the time being, at least on the relatively flat terrain of the wasteland.

Inside the train room,

Chen Mang looked at Old Zhu beside him and chuckled:

“Tell me about the reason for the demise of your previous train conductor, and see if we can learn any lessons.”

He had just used the walkie-talkie to have Old Zhu come all the way from car number 3 to the train head.

The walkie-talkie was also seized.

“It was also a zombie horde.”

Old Zhu shook his head, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes:

“Zombie hordes of this scale are actually rare on the 'Iron Ridge Wasteland'.

The last time we encountered them, the scale was not so large.

At that time, the train was only a level 1 train, and the speed was not fast.

We fled in a panic and ran into the city ruins.”

“The ruins blocked the train's progress.”

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“In a panic, everyone abandoned the train and fled, and was eventually swept into the zombie horde, almost all dying in the mouths of zombies.

I ran faster and plunged into the alleys of the city ruins without looking back, and only then did I save my life.”

“Large-scale zombie hordes have commanders, and zombie hordes generally do not enter deep into the city ruins, so I saved my life.”

“I see…”

Chen Mang narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded.

It seemed that he was a bit lucky to escape this time.

The zombies that could command and have intelligence were definitely not level 1, but if that zombie had noticed him at the time, his jammer would not have worked.

But… logically speaking, a train car is still very conspicuous in a group of zombies, it shouldn't have gone unnoticed.

Could it be that the zombie in charge of commanding was level 1?

He looked at the desolate wilderness outside the window thoughtfully, and finally his eyes fell on the car in front of the train head.

Before leaving, he used the 'Geocentric Furnace' to devour all the abandoned trains.

It took a quarter of an hour and obtained a total of 600 units of iron ore.

The scene was quite shocking.

The train head opened directly, like a gaping mouth, swallowing the abandoned car into it, and then countless gears rotated rapidly inside, crushing all the iron sheets into powder.

“Are there no other gathering places after the apocalypse?”

“There are, I guess.”

Old Zhu paused for a moment before continuing:

“Many monsters, for some reason, are unwilling to go deep into the city ruins, so many survivors are hiding in the city ruins.

In addition, I learned from the train radio before that there are some large gathering places established after the apocalypse, and there are several trains in those gathering places.”

“But the distance is too far, and the former train conductor did not plan to check it out.”

“Oh?”

Chen Mang was immediately a little puzzled:

“Looking at it this way, the city ruins are still quite safe.

At least getting food should be much easier than in the wilderness, right?

Then why did these survivors all run to the train?”

“…”

Old Zhu was a little speechless for a moment, and then whispered after a while:

“Brother Mang, the slaves were all caught on the train, no one wants to be a slave willingly.”

“Oh.”

Chen Mang nodded expressionlessly and said nothing more.

It seemed that the thugs, in addition to maintaining train order, also had the task of catching slaves.