My Doomsday Train

It's always lonely in the wilderness.

Even though there are many people on the train, you can hardly see other trains on weekdays. The entire train is like a lone boat drifting on the vast sea. No one knows what will happen in the next moment, and no one knows whether they will see the sun tomorrow.

When it was dawn.

The slaves in carriages No. 4 and No. 5 also woke up. The train was speeding across the wilderness. They didn't know their destination. They only knew that if there was a mine, they would work, and if there was no mine, they would stay in the carriage.

Finally—

When the train slowly came to a stop, a group of slaves got off the train and found that they had returned to the familiar mine from yesterday.

The horde of corpses had receded.

They are back.

The middle-aged man, who was in good condition before the end of the world, looked at the familiar mine outside the carriage, put the cigarette he had been playing with back into his pocket, and patted the young man next to him with a smile: "Let's go, take your pickaxe and get ready to work."

This young man had a good chat with him these past few days, and the two could be considered to be familiar with each other.

"Okay."

The young man was also happy to follow behind this uncle, listening to the uncle talk about his glorious past before the end of the world, which was something he had never come into contact with.

Before the end of the world.

Capital called him, a small-town youth.

He didn't like this title very much. He tried to speak out on the Internet and gain recognition. As expected, the title changed and became social trash.

Then small-town youth sounds better.

It's just that he has always had a lot of complaints about this. There always has to be someone to be trash, so why can't that person be him?

Dawn broke, and when the train stopped again at the mine from last night.

A new day of mining began again.

The thugs also began a new day of patrolling and letting out the wind near the train.

Inside the train car.

After Chen Mang finished his breakfast, he sat on the console and silently peeked at the chats of the conductors in the "Train Radio". This was his only entertainment activity, and there were no other entertainment activities so far.

He didn't quite like the quality of the women on the train.

He hasn't reached the point where he's so hungry that he'll eat anything.

However, the "Bloodthirsty Mad Cow Train" sent him a private message late last night, saying that he encountered dozens of man-eating spiders last night. After solving them, he harvested a lot of spider silk, which he could trade for more spider silk when the time comes.

Very good.

Chen Mang turned his head and looked at the thugs patrolling outside the train car, as well as the slaves who had already gone down into the cave. Everything was developing steadily and orderly in a better direction.

Wilderness, the other end.

Inside the "King of Electronic Music Train", a dwarf man was sitting on the console, browsing the information in the train radio listlessly. A few days ago, after being driven out of Taiping City by the level 3 man-eating spider, he had not been to that area for a long time.

He just found a mine, and he has been stationed there for mining these days.

And just now.

He saw in the train radio that a conductor said that he had a 1.8-meter-tall female slave, waiting for someone with a predestined relationship to trade at the gathering, which made his heart, which originally did not intend to go to this gathering, suddenly have a trace of waves.

"1.8 meters."

The dwarf man murmured. He was born like this, with a height far lower than that of a normal person. Before the end of the world, his means of survival was to work as an NPC in a "Little People's Kingdom" themed amusement park.

There are many dwarfs like him in that amusement park for tourists to visit.

Perhaps disabled people have more or less psychological problems.

He likes women who are tall enough, which will give him a sense of conquest. No matter how tall they are, they still have to submit to him.

The more people lack something, the more they will pursue it.

After a long silence.

He sent a private message to that person in the train radio, and agreed to meet and talk about the transaction at the gathering. He currently has two women, the tallest of which is only 1.76 meters, which is completely incomparable to this 1.8-meter one. Wearing high heels, it can be nearly 1.9 meters.

It can be called a giant.

He likes it.

Just then—

Suddenly, a conductor announced a message in the train radio, saying that the level 3 man-eating spider in Taiping City was dead, and the corpse was almost completely devoured by the horde of corpses, leaving only an empty shell.

There are no photos, and photos cannot be sent in the chat room.

And it also included the coordinates of the man-eating spider's corpse.

"Ah?"

The dwarf man entered the coordinates into the console and found that these coordinates seemed to be on the route he escaped that day? Moreover, this location is not far from the level 1 iron mine.

He remembered that when he escaped that day, he met a train that was mining next to the level 1 iron mine.

He wanted to remind this train to escape back to the mine as soon as possible at the time, so that they could escape this disaster, but because that train was level 1 and did not have a train radio, he could not contact them, so it was over.

With the speed of that train, it would definitely not be able to outrun the level 3 man-eating spider.

They should already be building trains in hell now.

Should it be a big shot with level 3 vehicle parts who happened to pass by at the time and killed this level 3 man-eating spider boss?

But, why bother?

With the size of that man-eating spider, even a level 3 heavy machine gun is not enough. At least a level 3 autocannon is needed. Is it worth wasting so many shells just to kill a boss? Do you have so much copper ore that you can't use it all?

Although the things dropped by that boss must be good, they are definitely not as good as the many copper ore resources consumed.

The man curled his lips and didn't think about it any more. He planned to stay here for the next few days to continue mining, and go to the gathering in a few days to deal with the batch of "spider silk" and the "spider foot" blueprint he had harvested this time.

It just so happened that someone in the chat room said last night that they wanted to collect spider silk.

Contact them later.

I don't know how much spider silk they can eat from his hands. After all, those who want spider silk basically want to build the "spider foot" green part. Upgrading this part to the maximum level only consumes 600 units of level 1 fine spider silk.

His "spider feet" are already at max level.

Inside the "Hengxing" train.

Originally, Chen Mang thought that he had already experienced an accident last night, so today should be safe and sound.

It's like after a mobile phone is stolen, there should be a period of safety. During this period, it is impossible for the mobile phone to be stolen again, right?

How can such a terrible thing happen so frequently to one person.

But—

When the time came to noon.

Chen Mang saw dozens of red dots slowly approaching on the target radar. He picked up his binoculars and looked out the window. He saw twenty or thirty survivors in ragged clothes supporting each other and approaching him.

Moreover, after these survivors discovered his train parked on the wasteland, they seemed to have discovered their target. With excitement overflowing on their faces, they quickened their pace and approached him.

"Huh?"

He frowned. The closest city ruin here is Taiping City. It took him a full five hours to drive from Taiping City to here. This is the result of driving at full speed. How did these survivors run over?

By leg?

Didn't they encounter a monster on the road?

But he didn't have time to think about these questions for the time being. He only knew that a group of slaves had come to his door to deliver goods. He would stop them first, and immediately picked up the walkie-talkie: "Biaozi, stop this group of people."

"Search them thoroughly and remove their weapons."

"Those who do not cooperate will be shot dead on the spot."