Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 537 Resistance Itself Is the Answer
The carriage was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The White Disaster is a place where no one can escape once they enter; whether they are extraordinary or ordinary, no one who enters has ever come out.

And they had no chance of escaping anymore.

The expeditionary force was not afraid of sacrifice at the beginning, but the successful offensive in recent days made them somewhat accustomed to it. The sudden predicament that appeared before them was beyond everyone's expectations.

Suddenly, the sound of heavy machine guns rang out.

People looked up and saw that Gwen had climbed onto the roof of the car, holding her Gatling gun and firing at the skeletons rushing in from all directions.

The sunlight fell on her, gilding her with a golden hue, and the image of her holding a machine gun and firing from the roof of the vehicle was deeply imprinted in people's hearts.

She was from the North, and no one knew the horror of the White Disaster better than her. She should have been the most desperate one, but she picked up a gun instead.

The resistance fought every day in despair. They had no reinforcements, no way out, and no future, but they never gave up for even a moment.

No need to think, no need to hesitate, resistance itself is the answer.

In dire straits, she picked up her gun, just as she had in every battle before.

In her hands, the Gatling gun that had created miracles also fired a deep and powerful shot.

Hodge suddenly had a feeling that perhaps she was able to gain the recognition of the machine spirit not because of the mysterious supernatural power she possessed, but because her will had gained the recognition of the machine spirit.

“She really is the best machine gunner,” Hodge muttered to himself, taking a deep breath and turning around.

The soldiers of the expeditionary force had already gripped their weapons, and their eyes revealed determination.

Beliefs are contagious; seeing Gwen's indomitable fighting spirit ignited the fighting will in the hearts of the expeditionary force soldiers.

"Sir, give the order!"

"We can fight to the very last moment!"

"Let the resistance fighters see our will!"

Hodge glanced around at the soldiers, feeling a fire burning in his chest. He took a deep breath and roared:

"Take up your weapons and fight! For Lord Hughes, for Castel!"

"For Castel!"

"For the Lord!!"

The soldiers shouted as they rushed to their posts. Moments later, the covers of the firing ports were pushed open, revealing the dark muzzles of guns.

After a low, resounding click of a bullet being chambered, a barrage of fire-like bullets, carrying the equally fervent will of the expeditionary force, roared towards the surging mass of white bones all around.

The armored train was designed as a combat fortress, making it Castells' most powerful mobile firing point.

Unfortunately, it has never used its full power since it entered service.

Today, this steel behemoth, born for war, has finally unleashed its most ferocious roar!

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
Bullets rained down in all directions, forming a dense line. Dragon breath cannons fired in all directions, and the surrounding skeletons surged like a tide. The armored train was like a volcano erupting from the water, and the violent lava instantly vaporized all the surrounding enemies.

The surging tide of bones was forcefully pushed back to the ground.

The white mist that was gathering around paused.

“White fog, fog.” Hodge’s eyes lit up. He turned around and grabbed the train conductor, whispering, “Can we find a sealed carriage and drive through the fog so we won’t come into contact with it?” The train conductor shook his head. “Impossible. The carriages weren’t designed to be airtight. Give me a day and I might be able to seal all the gaps, but there’s no time for that now.”

After a pause, he frowned and said, "Moreover, I remember that the White Disaster is not something that can be avoided by simply avoiding contact with the White Mist. The Silent Sanctuary also tried to dig a basement to deal with it, but everyone inside still disappeared. No matter what you do, you can't escape the places covered by the White Mist."

After saying that, he shouted towards the machine gun position above, "Miss Gwen, can isolating the white fog help us escape the White Disaster?"

"No, it's said that the Holy Church even invited the Skinners. Their protective skin is so strong that even the highly toxic fog can't penetrate it, but once they enter the White Disaster, they never come back."

Hodge stared intently at the white disaster in the distance, and finally sighed.

He was a Rhineman, exiled to Castel, and ultimately destined to die in the North.

It's a pity that we can't hang the steel plaque with the name on it on the church's memorial plaque.

"We can also sound the whistle," the train conductor suddenly said.

"is that useful?"

"Perhaps. We're not far from where the expeditionary force is stationed. We can't get out now, but we can send some messages out."

"That's good too. Let's spread our discovery with the sound of the steam horn and get them to leave as soon as possible. That's the last thing we can do."

The train conductor paused for a moment, then nodded briefly and went to sound the whistle himself.

This train will probably not depart again; they have already reached their final destination.

A loud whistle rang out, its long and short notes carrying the last will of this expeditionary force, echoing through the sky. The train, trapped in place, opened fire in all directions, and the white bones, like a tidal wave, were constantly blasted into fragments, only to be reshaped and rise again to charge forward.

Further away, the high wall formed by white mist, like a wall of despair, slowly but steadily moved inward, trapping them here.

Once a magazine was empty, the soldier skillfully removed it and inserted a new one.

The gun barrel was burning hot and red-hot. The machine gunner picked up special pliers, removed it, and threw it aside.

The soldier at the machine gun position would turn the crank for a while, then step back and let someone else turn it. More soldiers would raise their rifles to fire, or load bullets into the magazines.

Like a precise machine, the soldiers worked together seamlessly, like tightly meshed gears, maximizing the performance of this war behemoth.

Suddenly, a faint whistle sounded from outside, sounding particularly weak amidst the gunfire, and everyone was startled.

"Sir! Captain Hodge, there's a response!"

"Our allies are outside!"

"They found us; we have not been forgotten!"

Hodge felt a surge of excitement and quickly turned to the train conductor: "What are they saying?"

"They are asking about our current situation, how many people are still alive, and what kind of support we need!"

"Tell them we can hold on, we still have plenty of bullets and weapons, support, support."

Hodge shook his head, his expression hardening: "Tell them—we can't go back. Ask them to leave as soon as possible. In Castell's name, we will fight to the last moment."

The train conductor nodded and sounded the whistle.

"Oh, one more thing, at the last moment I will enter the white mist, and as soon as I enter, I will shout out everything I see. You should also pass these messages on."

(End of this chapter)