My Doomsday Train.

Chapter 148 What is poison to others is honey to me.

"boom!!!"

A flash of lightning once again cut through the rainy night. All the rain in the night was clearly visible at this moment, as if it had been paused, and deafening thunder suddenly resounded between heaven and earth.

In the tide of corpses below.

The train, which had been broken into several sections and was completely scrapped, was burning fiercely, and even rain could not put out the fire.

"Roar!"

The slightly injured level 6 zombie roared, then ran wildly in a certain direction again. Countless zombies behind him immediately chased after it like they were following a general.

The seriously injured zombies were left where they were, howling in pain and rolling in the rain.

The noise of the rainy night covered up all other noises, and instead brought an extreme sense of silence.

"call"

At the other end of the Shahe Plain, the boy sitting at the control panel in the World-Disgusting Train breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had the drill accessory, so it was relatively safe to hide underground.

Then he looked at the tens of thousands of red spots on the "enemy search radar" with a somewhat grim expression.

what's the situation?
He has been in Shahe Plain for so long, but this is the first time he has seen such a large-scale zombie tide. Shahe Plain is famous for its safety. There are even several level 6 zombies in those light spots, which pose a considerable threat to his train. His train's energy shield is only level 5 and cannot stop the level 6 monsters.

The train radio was also in an uproar at this time.

Obviously, this tide of zombies did not attack him alone, but almost attacked all trains.

Moreover, these zombies were not wandering around, but seemed to be attacking every train in a targeted manner.

This obvious abnormal situation obviously made him unable to sleep tonight. No one knew whether some horrible monster would emerge from the underground tonight. Fortunately, he had an oxygen generator, so he didn't have to worry about not having enough oxygen if he stayed underground for too long.

This night.

The entire Shahe Plain was destined to be bustling with activity. Almost all trains were attacked by the tide of zombies. Some died, some escaped, and many hid underground.

Fortunately, the Shahe Plain is close to the Kunlun Mountains, and many trains have been equipped with drill bits, which means that when danger comes, the underground is still a relatively safe space.

As for the "oxygen machine" accessory, basically all trains with drills also have this accessory. After all, these two accessories are necessary to stay underground for a long time. After obtaining the drill, everyone will try every means to obtain the oxygen machine accessory.

No one knows what happened.

No one knows where these zombies came from, it’s as if they appeared out of thin air.

But every train conductor was waiting for dawn with a nervous look on his face, destined to be a sleepless night.

but--

His arsenic, my honey.

"Kill, kill, kill!!!"

Inside a level 6 flesh train, a tall woman sat at the control panel. Her eyes were full of bloodthirstiness and excitement as she controlled the flesh train, which was running fast in the rainy night, continuously slaughtering the tide of zombies!

I saw that the train head had turned into a bloody mouth at some point, swallowing all the zombies along the way into its stomach.

The killing was extremely efficient.

For the Flesh Train, tonight's tide of zombies is no less than the mechanical train heading to the Goblin's Tomb, with treasures everywhere.

The monsters in the Kunlun Mountain area suddenly disappeared in the past few days. She was in a headache and did not dare to go to other maps like the other level 6 flesh and blood trains. She didn't know what to do.

The corpse tide is coming.

Like spring rain, she smelled the scent of life almost instantly.

But it is only limited to the level 6 Flesh Train. The Flesh Train of a lower level can only fight and run when encountering a tide of zombies, avoiding the attacks of high-level zombies and slaughtering those low-level zombies.

After a winter rain, the entire Shahe Plain was in chaos.

Countless people were awakened from their sleep.

Only on the Star Train side, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

The car blade rotated at a high speed like a machine, slaughtering all the zombies approaching the train, while the three "Doomsday Machine Cannons" roared and fired shells with tail flames from time to time, accurately hitting the high-level monsters in the tide of zombies.

And Zhang Damei, who was driving the "Executioner" mecha on a rainy night, swinging a giant axe and slaughtering zombies.

The train residents who were staying in the "residents' compartment" could only faintly hear the sound of rain outside because the train had no windows. The rain was quite loud and they slept very soundly. They had not slept for 48 hours and were all in a deep sleep.

I have no idea what's happening outside.

At the beginning, when the train was approached by several level 3 zombies and began to violently pound on the carriages, there was not even a shake inside the train, it was extremely quiet.

"Just passing by. Just passing by. Excuse me."

Inside the residential carriage of Train No. 9.

A man who got up at night walked cautiously to the rear of the carriage in the quiet and dimly lit area, and whispered an apology to the residents who were woken up by his disturbance. There was a refrigerator at the rear of carriage No. 9.

This refrigerator is the bathroom of this carriage. There are many level 1 "pure water filters" placed inside. You can urinate directly in it.

The carriage was quite quiet.

The man also tiptoed to ensure that he did not wake up others, but when he walked to the end of the carriage, he smelled a strong smell of blood and the faint smell of earth after the rain at the connection.

"Ok?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head without thinking too much, walked into the refrigerator, and after getting up to finish the night shift, he walked back to his seat and prepared to go to bed.

It's raining outside, and it's raining heavily.

As for the smell of blood, it should be that monsters approached the train and were killed. He was not worried. He had been staying in the Star Train for these days and had already witnessed the power of the Star Train.

If the Star Train can't be stopped, then he has nothing to worry about. It means God wants him to die.

Even Mr. Mang has to die, so it's normal for him to die.

He tiptoed back to his seat again. The weather was a bit cold, but fortunately, Mr. Mang turned on the air conditioner, making the car quite warm. Because he was too tired, he soon fell asleep again.

The sound of the heavy rain was faintly ringing in my ears.

The earthy scent of rainwater partially seeped into the train.

For some reason, he slept even more soundly.

For a moment, he even forgot that he was not in the doomsday, but in a rental house before the doomsday. It was raining heavily outside the window. He had a day off tomorrow and didn't have to work. He could sleep until he woke up naturally tonight, then order an extremely luxurious takeout for more than 40 yuan to reward himself, and then play with his phone for another day.

In a daze, he had many dreams.

He dreamed that all the monsters were killed, the doomsday was finally over, and the Star Train broke through the planet and began its interstellar voyage. As a resident of the train with a number of only three digits, he had become an old man in the Star Train and enjoyed excellent treatment.

He also dreamed that he married a gentle and virtuous woman, and they had a child. He opened a history book and told the child everything he encountered after the end of the world.

He had many dreams. Perhaps because they were all good dreams, the man, who had already fallen into a deep sleep, had a faint smile on his lips.

Inside guard car No. 7.

All the guards were basically asleep, only two teams were still sitting by the window looking at their captain who was fighting zombies outside. They were supposed to be patrolling outside the train tonight, but due to special circumstances, they had no choice but to return to the carriage.

In addition to the members of Team 2, there were others who did not fall asleep either.

Wrapped in a blanket, Lao Zhu pushed open the door of the private room and walked out. He looked at Biaozi, who was sitting by the window in a daze, lit a cigarette, sat beside him, and said casually, "Are you still asleep?"

The fresh air system in the train is very good, and the smoke smell will be discharged directly outside the car and will not stay in the car for a long time.

"Ah."

Biaozi looked at the mecha spinning and jumping outside the window with a complicated expression. After a pause, he said softly, "I want to own a mecha too."

"Is this what you want?"

Lao Zhu sighed lightly and patted Biaozi on the shoulder.

"As long as your overall physical fitness meets the standards, there's no way I wouldn't prepare something for you. Even if I did, you wouldn't be able to use it. Go to sleep. Tomorrow morning, your team will be responsible for patrol and alert."

"Ah."

Biaozi nodded and turned his head to look at Lao Zhu. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly noticed the thick hair on Lao Zhu's head and subconsciously asked, "Where did you find that wig?"

"What wig?" Old Pig rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I went to the medical warehouse with a star voucher, and my hair has grown back. You'll never see me bald again."

"The one that Shanmaozi's girlfriend went to?"

"Yeah, that's it. I didn't treat my entire body because it would be too expensive. I only treated my hair. I don't have any other major problems. It's just normal wear and tear on my organs."

"Normal wear and tear of body organs. Sounds like a robot."

"It does. That's how his medical pod is set up. The health status of each organ is a certain amount, and there aren't any specific diseases. It does sound a bit like a robot."

Biaozi withdrew his gaze from Lao Zhu and said nothing. He just tilted his head and looked out the window: "Why aren't you asleep either?"

"I can't sleep a little bit."

Lao Zhu tightened his blanket around himself, sat by the window, and followed Biaozi's gaze towards the almost endless zombies pouring towards the train under the storm. After pausing for a moment, he spoke softly with a complicated expression.

"It all feels a little too unreal. I'm worried that I'll fall asleep and wake up from a dream."

"You and I are different from Yan Yao. We have both been hiding and fleeing since the apocalypse. I don't know how many times my name has appeared in the King of Hell's Book of Life and Death."

"You said last time that no good people can survive the apocalypse."

"I think we should add one more point: those who can survive the apocalypse are those with extremely strong mental qualities. Those with weaker mental qualities would have committed suicide long ago."

"I'm used to running away."

"I'm used to not knowing when I'll die."

"I'm really not used to being on the Stellar train all of a sudden. It feels like a dream. The last time I experienced the zombie tidal wave with Master Mang on Master Kun's train, we had already made up our minds to die. The stench of the zombies pierced my mind. I could even imagine the zombies tearing my body apart."

"I was bald at the time, so removing the hair was easier."

"If zombies are so particular before eating people."

“And it’s only been a few months.”

Lao Zhu looked out the window with a complicated expression at the zombies that kept rushing towards the car blades and being cut into pieces in the rainy night. After a moment of silence, he extinguished the cigarette in his hand into the can of Coke beside him.

"We can sit here, chat like family, and quietly admire the zombies outside."

“I didn’t believe in fatalism before.”

"Fatalism is the idea that when a particularly destructive disaster strikes, there's always a protagonist who takes on the task of saving the world. But after meeting Mr. Mang, I suddenly started to believe in fatalism."

"Do you think you'll ever see the destruction of the Stellar?"

"."

Biaozi was also silent for a moment before shaking his head and saying, "No, if the Star is really destroyed one day, I will definitely die in front of it."

"is it?"

Lao Zhu suddenly laughed: "You seem to have become obsessed with the Star."

"Yeah." Biaozi nodded, met Laozhu's gaze, and shook his head helplessly, "I don't know why, but to be honest with you, the reason I've been looking for opportunities to make meritorious deeds is that I'm eager to get Mr. Mang's recognition. I don't ask for any reward, I just want him to praise me."

"Praise me, I am the captain of the guard team. I deserve the title and can take on the important responsibility."

"On the other hand, I want to maintain my position. After all, I'm considered an old hand. If I end up doing worse than the newcomers on the Star, I'd feel a bit embarrassed. It's human nature, and you understand."

"That's the last aspect."

"I really hope that the Star can get better. I don't have any family anymore. The Star is my only emotional support in the apocalypse. If the Star is gone, then even if I am still alive, I will be like a zombie, not knowing what to do, like a headless fly."

"For the Star, I can give everything, just like protecting my family."

Lao Zhu once again looked out the window at the zombies that were flooding like a tide: "Mr. Mang seems to rarely praise people."

"Praise Li Shiji."

"That kid is really amazing, it's like he's unlocked his genes."

Biaozi didn't say anything else, just looked out the window and fell silent.

"Sleep."

Lao Zhu sighed softly, then stood up and patted Biaozi on the back: "I still have things to do tomorrow, so you should go to bed early and stop setting goals for yourself. I'm really afraid that you'll die one day."

"Don't take such risks in the future."

"You're the only real friend I have on the Star. If you die, I'll be left with no one to talk to."

"It's so lonely."

Biaozi didn't answer, but just waved his hand to indicate that he understood.

The number of zombies outside gradually decreased. Even the zombies like a tide could not withstand this speed of death.

It's just like.

No matter how desperate the night is, there will eventually be a dawn that belongs to him.

Before that, all we have to do is survive and strive to live until the day we see the dawn.

(End of this chapter)