My Doomsday Train

Quickly—

Every slave had a level 2 pickaxe in their hands. Perhaps because this mine was open-air, the train captain stood beside them personally supervising, and every slave worked extremely hard, sleeves rolled up, swinging with all their might, heavily striking the exposed iron ore on the ground.

For a time.

The darkness was filled with the heavy breathing of the slaves.

The next moment!

In the darkness, Chen Mang, at the control panel, turned the external speakers to maximum volume. A wildly energetic DJ track deafeningly resounded in every slave's ears. Immediately following, a woman stood on top of a slave carriage, and in the dim light, swayed her figure to the music.

The lighting was quite dim, making it difficult to clearly see the woman's figure, but it was precisely this hazy feeling that carried a touch of absurd and deathly unique beauty in the lonely darkness.

"Did you see that old hen?!"

Chen Mang grinned, standing in the train compartment, holding a walkie-talkie and shouting, "After these two mines are completely dug out, we'll stew it and give you meat and soup to eat! Everyone gets meat, everyone gets soup!"

"Do you want to dip steamed buns in the meat broth?"

As soon as the words fell.

A group of slaves looked towards the train captain standing in front of the train compartment window, and the taste of steamed buns dipped in meat broth involuntarily surfaced in their minds. They subconsciously licked their lips, their throats bobbed, and their eyes were filled with anticipation as they roared, "Yes!"

Chen Mang's neck veins bulged, and with a voice full of passion, he grabbed the walkie-talkie and continued to shout, "Did you see this woman dancing? Is she beautiful? But I'm telling you, as long as you work hard, women of this quality are nothing!"

"I went to the market yesterday and saw Ji Chuchu, a popular celebrity!"

"Does everyone know Ji Chuchu?"

"If you do well, I'll snatch that celebrity for you!"

"Tell me, do you want her?!"

"Does anyone want her?!"

Now—

The slaves, who were already full of energy, completely exploded. They looked at each other in the darkness, their eyes filled with excitement as they raised the pickaxes in their hands and roared, "Yes!"

"I never thought I'd have this opportunity in my life!"

"Is this even being a slave? I wasn't a slave before the apocalypse, but I never had the chance to play like this before the apocalypse either."

"Master Mang, don't worry, we'll definitely work hard. If anyone dares to be lazy, we'll be the first to deal with him!"

"Master Mang, is what you said true? Do we really have a chance?"

"Heh."

Chen Mang smiled, holding the walkie-talkie in his hand and shouting, "I, Chen Mang, have never gone back on my word. After the iron and copper mines are completely dug out, I'll go snatch Ji Chuchu and give her to you as a reward!"

"Everyone gets a share."

"Even if you're slaves, you're my, Chen Mang's, slaves. How can my, Chen Mang's, slaves be the same level as other people's slaves?"

"What other train captains aren't worthy of playing with, I'll let you play until you're tired of it."

He also wanted her; he had never come into contact with a first-line female star before.

However—

Compared to the price of 50,000 units of iron ore, he preferred to bring his fully equipped level 2 train and snatch that Ji Chuchu back.

Trading was for making guns, and making guns was for seizing grain.

If after making guns, you still have to continue trading, then what's the point of making guns?

He went to so much trouble, running into the abyss of the apocalypse to mine iron ore and copper ore; was he just bored?

"What a wonderful sound."

Chen Mang listened to the crisp sound of pickaxes constantly hitting the iron ore coming from outside the train, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly. The water cup in his hand seemed to turn into a glass of red wine at this moment. His train plan would officially begin here!

One day.

His train would become the most terrifying existence in the wasteland.

Among the slaves.

A middle-aged man covered in dust also had the corners of his mouth raised at this time, constantly swinging his pickaxe to strike the iron ore. It was clear that he was in a rather good mood.

"Uncle Li."

A young man, panting slightly, came over, his eyes full of teasing as he blinked, "It seems Uncle Li is very eager for this Ji Chuchu; you're smiling so happily?"

During these days together, he had already learned the name of this middle-class man before the apocalypse, but he preferred to call him Uncle Li.

"Ji Chuchu?"

Uncle Li smiled and shook his head, "It's the end of the world. I won't hide anything from you. If there's a chance to play around, who wouldn't want to? But the real reason I'm happy isn't because of that."

"It's because—"

"Haven't you noticed that besides our Stellar train, there are no other trains here?"

"Last night, the train directly descended vertically on the cliffs."

"No one has mined the resources here, and no one is competing with us."

"This means the train captain has his own unique, scarce methods."

"The real reason I'm happy is here. With so many resources and the train captain's methods, the train will definitely be able to develop to a very good stage, and our safety will be better guaranteed. In the apocalypse, survival is always the top priority."

"Who wouldn't want to follow a train captain who is strong enough?"

"Who wouldn't want to have a little security?"

"Especially this train captain, who can promise to take out the old hen and that Ji Chuchu for us to play with. This can explain two points."

"First, this train captain is generous enough and willing to give profits to those below him."

"Second, this train captain doesn't particularly value these things. Even Ji Chuchu, who is extremely scarce in the eyes of others, is just so-so in Master Mang's eyes. His ambitions are even greater."

"These two points are what make me happy."

"Moreover—"

"We are now level two slaves, and the newly joined batch are level three slaves. With Master Mang's temperament, he will definitely seize more slaves in the future. In other words, as long as the train can develop smoothly, with more slaves joining, there is a high probability that we will escape slavery in the future."

"As the ones who joined the longest, we will become lower-level managers who manage the slaves."

"Such a train, with a clear vision, generous leader, and clear promotion path, shouldn't we be happy that we are fortunate enough to be among the first batch of people?"

The young man was slightly stunned, and then muttered in a daze, "Uncle Li, you really think deeply. My mind was full of Ji Chuchu just now, and I didn't think so deeply at all."

"Let's continue working."

Uncle Li smiled and patted the young man on the shoulder. His goal was also very clear. He felt that he had management experience before, and with the development of the train, he would most likely become one of the grassroots managers.

He didn't have this idea originally because he thought there would always be someone to be a slave, but when this batch of new slaves joined, he suddenly realized that it was true that someone had to be a slave, but Master Mang would snatch enough slaves.

This young man was the confidant he had reserved in advance.

He would cultivate him first, so that he wouldn't have no confidants to use after he took office.

Although he wasn't the train captain, he believed that the prototype of the train might be extremely rough, but in the end, it would definitely be a small social form. Everyone would show their value in this social form in exchange for the train's protection.

As long as he found an opportunity... during the development of the train, let Master Mang notice him, he could stand out from the slaves.

One day in the future, he might not be able to become the second vice train captain!

There can only be one train captain.

But with the development of the train and the increase in population, there can't be only one vice train captain.