My Doomsday Train

Chapter 3: "Survival time has reached 3 days. Activating Train Captain Panel."

Night.

The train continues to speed towards the distance.

Chen Mang sits in the constantly rising and falling carriage, his expression somewhat dazed. The clanging sound is not the sound of train wheels hitting the tracks, but the ground.

In these few days, he noticed.

This train is not running on rails, but on the ground, which is quite unique.

Just then—

"Huh?"

Chen Mang was slightly stunned. He suddenly felt a burning sensation on the birthmark on the back of his hand that had been with him all along. After looking subconsciously, he saw a semi-transparent panel suddenly floating in front of him.

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「Survival time has reached 3 days. Activating Train Captain Panel.」

「Received newbie reward: gls pistol * 1, with 18 rounds of 9mm bullets.」

「Triggering Newbie Train Captain Mission.」

「1: Within three months, possess your own train. Reward: Unknown.」

「2: Within three months, have three thugs and 10 slaves. Reward: Unknown.」

「3: Within three months, kill 10 zombies. Reward: Unknown.」

「The shorter the time taken, the more generous the reward.」

「After completing the three Newbie Train Captain Missions, the 'Train Captain Panel' will be officially unlocked.」

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The rather sci-fi scene in front of him left Chen Mang slightly stunned in place, especially the pale white light of the panel, which was extremely dazzling in the entire dark carriage. He subconsciously glanced around.

But found that no one had a special reaction.

It's as if...

This panel can only be seen by him alone.

“. . . ”

Chen Mang was silent for a long time before lowering his head to look at the mark on the back of his hand that was no longer hot, stroking it with some absentmindedness.

His name is Chen Mang.

He gave himself this name. He grew up in an orphanage without parents since he was a child. There is a very special birthmark on the back of his hand, which looks like the Chinese character 「莽」.

Many times.

He also thought that perhaps this was something left to him by his parents who he had never met, so he named himself Chen Mang.

It's just that he didn't expect that it was this birthmark that had accompanied him throughout his life that played its role in this world. Perhaps... his parents had already traveled through time and left this thing to him before being forced to leave him?

He couldn't help laughing, shook his head, and threw the absurd thoughts out of his mind.

After groping, he probably understood how to use this panel. The panel could automatically float in front of him or be retracted according to his thoughts, and when he put his hand in his arms, he felt a heavy brass-handled pistol and a pile of bullets.

The reward really arrived.

But the problem is...

He tucked the pistol into his lower back, covered it with his clothes, and stuffed all the bullets into his pockets. Only after doing all this did he breathe a sigh of relief. This thing is not entirely good news.

If the thugs in the front carriage find out that a slave like him has this kind of thing, there probably won't be any good results.

Even if he hits every shot, he can't face so many thugs head-on, not to mention the big killers installed on the train are the highlight, which can't be countered by a pistol.

After arriving at the mine.

Find a place where no one is around, and then take it out to study it.

Just like that...

In a daze, he felt like he had been driving for four or five hours. When the sky turned white, the train finally slowed down slowly, and finally stopped somewhere in the wilderness with a clang.

The next moment—

"Bang!"

The car door was suddenly opened, and a group of thugs wearing steel boots, pistols on their waists and batons in their hands stood at the door of the carriage and roared loudly, driving all the slaves out of the carriage, and someone specially distributed pickaxes at the door of the carriage one by one.

Each slave received one.

Only three people were exceptions.

Chen Mang, and two other strong men in the slave carriage who looked obviously fierce. Obviously, the main task of the three of them was to supervise the work.

"Stand up for me!"

Accompanied by a roar.

He was wearing a thin coat, with short sleeves inside, and trousers on his lower body.

The coolness of the wilderness in the early morning was a bit penetrating.

All around, all are wilderness.

The endless wilderness, without any trees, nor any ruins, only the dry and cracked land looks quite barren, and next to it, there is a small earth slope of about several meters, with an obvious mine hole in the diagonal section of the earth slope.

This should be the mine.

It looks obviously non-compliant, and there is almost no safety guarantee, it all depends on fate.

And at this time—

The middle-aged man in steel boots standing on top of the carriage has also arranged the task. The three slave teams will enter the three areas of the mine for mining respectively. Before that, each slave needs to have a full meal first.

Many thugs pulled out several boxes of moldy bread slices from the carriage, and began to distribute light water mixed with sediment.

All the slaves kept poking their heads and tiptoeing to queue up to receive them, for fear that they would run out when it was their turn.

This day.

Each slave can receive ten slices of bread and three cups of light water, which far exceeds the daily food supply. Before doing hard work, of course, you should eat your fill first.

And their three slave leaders.

Each person received six warm moldy steamed buns, two bags of pickles and two bottles of mineral water, and a walkie-talkie.

When they go down the cave to mine, the train and thugs will be stationed outside the mine. If there is an emergency, they will contact them through the walkie-talkie, and then they need to bring all the slaves out and escape back to the train as quickly as possible.

When announcing the disbandment, free action, and going down the cave after dinner.

All the slaves also dispersed, and sat on the ground casually to start eating.

"Try it."

Chen Mang turned his head to look at the middle-aged man who had been following him closely, threw a steamed bun and half a bag of pickles at him, and then found a quiet corner to sit down.

He slowly chewed the steamed bun in his hand.

He wasn't very hungry at this time, not long after the last supper.

But in the wilderness, it's a good thing to have food to eat, and it's always good to keep yourself full of energy.

He looked at the other two slave bosses while casually whispering.

"Do you have a name?"

"Thank you, big brother, thank you, big brother!"

This middle-aged man, who looked quite slick, carefully took the warm steamed bun, and thanked him continuously with gratitude. After hearing this newly recognized big brother asking his name, he was slightly stunned, and then whispered excitedly with hard to hide in his eyes.

"Big brother, my name is Lao Zhu."

"Surname Lao?"

"Yes, yes, this surname is relatively uncommon."

Chen Mang shook his head and couldn't help laughing: "No parents would name their child Zhu."

"The family was relatively poor when I was young. My parents hoped that I could live as happily as a pig, without worrying about food and drink, and wake up naturally every day."

"My mother has intellectual disabilities. She was in a car accident when she was young and had her limbs amputated. She married after meeting my father. My father is a deaf-mute man who does physical work on the construction site."

"Living in an abandoned container."

"Later, not long after I was born, my mother was burned to death alone in a fire, and my father fell from the scaffolding and died when I was nine years old."

"But thinking about it, it's good that they died."

"If they lived to the end of the world, it would be even more painful."

“. . . ”

The smile on Chen Mang's face slowly froze, he didn't speak, just took another bite of the steamed bun expressionlessly and chewed it.

But Lao Zhu didn't care about it, and still had an excited smile on his face.

In the end of the world.

A name is a very important existence. Asking a person's name is, in a way, a preliminary acceptance of this person, just like... the thug leader of this train did not ask the big brother's name.

After all, it doesn't make sense to know the name of someone who can be replaced at any time.

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