My Doomsday Train.

Chapter 11 A mobile base with terrifying firepower.

He said it was a three-day probation period, but in fact he would select 10 people to be the thugs of this train before nightfall.

After all, he only has one last novice train mission left.
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"Within three months, have three thugs and 10 slaves. The reward is unknown."
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After completing this task, his "Train Panel" will be officially unlocked and its functions will be revealed.

not to mention.

The shorter the time taken, the better the reward.

The reason why the rewards for his other two tasks were so good was because he completed them in a short enough time. Logically speaking, he might have been given an "ordinary train order".

"Old pig."

"Ah!" Old Pig, who was rolling up his trouser legs and preparing to pick up the car, heard Brother Mang calling him. He immediately stopped and trotted to Chen Mang's side, whispering, "Master Mang, give me your orders."

"You don't have to pick it up. I'm short of a deputy conductor, and you're my choice."

Chen Mang patted Lao Zhu on the shoulder and chuckled, "You've served as a deputy train conductor before, so you have experience. I'll go to the train room later to formally appoint you and give you the corresponding authority."

"Then you can tell me what to pay attention to when you become a train conductor. This is my first time as a train conductor too."

"I'll need your help more in the future."

A trace of disbelief and excitement flashed across Lao Zhu's eyes. He then knelt on the ground and said hoarsely with tears in his eyes, "Brother Mang, don't worry, I won't make any mistakes!"

in fact
When he saw Chen Mang suddenly take out a train order and become the train conductor, he knew that he had met a noble man and his status would soon change from a slave to a deputy train conductor.

There is no other choice except him.

He was the only one here who had served as deputy train conductor, and he was the first to approach, so it could only be him.

A train cannot be operated by one person alone; it requires multiple people to run it. It is impossible to let the train conductor handle many tedious matters, but he still has to show an expression of disbelief and excitement.

As a subordinate, try not to reject the kindness of your superior, and when you receive good intentions from your superior, give as obvious feedback as possible and don't be too introverted.

He doesn't know how to be a superior.

But he has been a subordinate all his life, so he knows very well how to be a qualified subordinate.

Moreover, this superior looks much better than his previous train conductor. Not only does he not have some messy habits, but he also has a strong sense of belief. He gives people the feeling that he is born to be a superior. He has a natural temperament of a superior and does not have the feeling of a villain who has succeeded.

"that."

After hesitating for a moment, Lao Zhu tentatively asked, "Brother Mang, there are seven or eight female slaves among these slaves. They are now covered in dust and tattered clothes, and their figures and appearance cannot be seen. Do you want them to take a bath and bring them over to you later?"

"Need not."

Chen Mang shook his head. "Our current situation is still quite dangerous. We don't even have basic safety guarantees. How can we care about these things? Did your previous train conductor like this?"

"Forget it."

The old pig scratched the back of his head and whispered helplessly, "The previous train conductor had a habit of 'maintaining athlete's foot'. He specifically found several slaves with severe athlete's foot to ensure that his athlete's foot would always be maintained."

"Then we picked a few girls from the slaves and had them soak their feet in boiling water every day while twisting a towel into a ball and pulling it between their toes."

"He said it was the most pleasurable thing in the world, a thousand times more pleasurable than his wedding night, but he didn't touch those women."

And at this time——

All the slaves also collected the resources and placed them neatly aside. Chen Mang waved his hand to signal the slaves to move the resources to the side of the train room, and then asked Lao Zhu to count all the resources.

Chen Mang, standing in the wasteland, looked at the slaves standing somewhat uncomfortably not far away. The only "vehicle accessories" that could be manufactured on a Level 1 train were the production line for moldy bread slices, and there was no production line for sand-mixed purified water.

In other words.

The train was clearly able to provide them with purified water, but they went to the trouble of mixing some sand into it.

But he soon figured out what was going on.

A means of artificially creating class disparity. This gives the thugs a sense of superiority, giving the lower-class slaves a motivation to rise. The conflict between the two sides will soften the conflict between the conductor and the slaves, keeping the entire train in a relatively stable state.

He looked out at the horizon.

There is no trace of the zombie tide in the wasteland, only hundreds of zombie corpses are still around. These zombies still have morals and do not eat their own people.

He plans to return to the mine later to continue mining.

After becoming a train conductor, he realized that no matter what he did, he needed "iron ore" and there must be enough iron ore.

He also had a vague idea of ​​who he would choose as his thugs, and there were about a dozen of them who were obviously stronger than the others.

soon--

Lao Zhu came trotting over: "Brother Mang, all resources have been counted."

"Here is the list, please take a look."

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Chen Mang took a small piece of paper full of words from Lao Zhu, and he didn't know where he got it from.

"Over 12.7 rounds of 1mm heavy machine gun level 400 ammunition."

"Over 9 rounds of 1mm pistol grade 200 ammunition."

"12 pistols."

"A heavy machine gun."

"A total of 1500 units of iron ore, 120 units of copper ore, and 100 units of wood."

"Over 600 slices of bread, 300 bottles of mineral water, 100 steamed buns, and 80 packets of pickled mustard greens."

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"Ah."

Chen Mang nodded slightly with a satisfied look. This made it look much more intuitive. The most important thing was that he had actually counted the number of pistols in advance. If the number counted by Lao Zhu was inconsistent with his, Lao Zhu would have been lying in a pool of blood by now.

He clearly remembered that these pistols were not made by him, but they could cause harm to the train conductor.

As long as the gun is manufactured by the train, even if the bullet is not manufactured by the train, the gun cannot cause harm to the train conductor. This is the train rule.

"Brother Mang."

Old Pig, standing nearby, whispered a reminder: "These pistols cannot be given to these thugs. All trains only give weapons manufactured on the production line to the thugs. This way, the absolute safety of the train conductor can be guaranteed."

"When going out to collect supplies, if a thug or slave picks up a gun and doesn't turn it in, they will be executed immediately if they are discovered."

"Ah."

After Chen Mang put the note into his arms, he turned around and looked at the train behind him that belonged to him. He had not yet named this train.

For now.

Level 1 trains basically do not have much lethality. The main combat missions still need to be completed by fighters with guns. When the train is continuously upgraded, higher-level "vehicle accessories" will be unlocked.

A train is truly a mobile base with terrifying firepower.

Now it's just a vehicle.

There is still a long way to go.

(End of this chapter)