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Chapter 127 The Fastest Legend

Echeng Railway Station.

Lao Zhang and his group walked out of the train station accompanied by the train police, holding their briefcases in silence.

This time, the Echeng inspection team consists of four people, including assistant Xiao Jia and two navy officers.

Due to the tight schedule, the four of them bought train tickets directly to Echeng and squeezed together with the surrounding passengers.

But this trip was not really a good one. At the beginning, Xiao Jia couldn't help but buy a roast chicken at the train station. When he opened it, he saw that it was a layer of mud covered with a layer of greasy yellow paper.

Lao Zhang's potato and beef rice came with ginger and soy sauce radish, while the other two bought soy sauce-flavored cola and cigarettes with sweet potato leaf tobacco, respectively.

Since then, the four of them revealed their identities and stayed in the dining car. Even so, there were still daring thieves who tried to steal their property, and they were forced to perform three heroic acts along the way.

Old Zhang, who was standing under the shade of a tree, wiped his sweat, but still tucked the briefcase under his arm, holding the bottom with his palm nervously.

Assistant Xiao Jia put his wallet in his pocket and asked, feeling the hot weather:
"Commander, let's make a phone call and have someone pick us up."

Lao Zhang: "I did, but they don't have any free cars right now. Let's take a bus to the guesthouse... There's a bus stop next to here, I'll go check it out."

A few people walked to the platform and found that this was the starting station. There was a No. 19 bus whose final destination was the guesthouse, so they stood by the roadside and waited.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a fairly new bus stopped by the roadside. There was no one inside, so several people hurriedly got on.

When Lao Zhang saw the young flight attendant, he asked:
"Little brother, is this car going to XX Guesthouse?"

The attendant turned to look at the driver, who said loudly, "Yes, it should be one hour shorter."

After hearing the answer, several people hurriedly sat down, but found that the bus had not left and was still waiting for passengers.

After about five minutes, the bus started to depart after the seats were almost full.

Lao Zhang was sitting in the side seat by the window. Just as he was about to turn around and talk to Xiao Jia, he suddenly felt a strong force on his butt. He staggered and almost fell down.

No one in the entire carriage was spared. Those who were sitting were just startled, while those who were standing only heard the cry of "ouch" and the sound of luggage colliding.

"What kind of car are you driving? Meah!"

"Can you drive? I almost fell..."

"..."

Suddenly, a burst of incomprehensible curses rang out in the carriage, but the driver ignored them. Only the young attendant, a young man from another place, explained loudly:
"This is a test bus equipped with a high-powered engine. The driver hasn't gotten used to the accelerator yet, so he's accelerating quite aggressively. Everyone, hold on tight!"

He is not a crew member, but an engineer of Changhe Automobile. This bus is a test vehicle equipped with a Gaijin 430-horsepower V12 engine and a 6AT gearbox, which is considered to be a road test.

The driver was also a well-known speedster. He used to drive a bus with a gas tank on top. He was used to the weak power that took a long time to get up, so he couldn't help but step on the accelerator deeply when starting.

The bus, which carries nearly 30 people, weighs just over ten tons, and Gaijin's 430-horsepower engine has a torque output of 1800 Nm, which is three times greater than the - Nm of an ordinary bus.

This is to protect the gearbox, otherwise it could be even more violent.

With the triple low-speed torque added, the driver doesn't care about the passengers' feelings at all and steps on the accelerator to the bottom as soon as he gets on the main road.

The V12 engine at the rear of the bus emitted a powerful roar, and at the same time the AT transmission automatically downshifted. Lao Zhang immediately felt a greater backward force than before, as well as the extremely familiar roar of the diesel engine.

On the empty road, the No. 19 bus sped up instantly, overtook a dumbfounded motorcycle, and easily reached a speed of over 80 kilometers.

It was a long way from the train station to the next stop, the road was wide and there were few cars, so the driver stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. Xiao Jia, who was sitting closest to the driver, stood up and glanced at the steering wheel and saw that the pointer was around 110, which was close to the bottom of the meter.

The trees outside the window were receding rapidly, faster than a TM train.

Xiao Jia couldn't help but squeeze his legs together and looked at Lao Zhang next to him: "Commander, I'm scared."

Old Zhang calmly grasped the handrail, his fingers turning white from the exertion. He looked at the two sailors opposite him with ferocious faces and cold sweat on his forehead.

The passengers who had been shouting just now started cursing again, but as the speed increased, their voices became quieter and quieter. In fear, they grabbed onto anything they could hold onto and dared not make a sound.

The No. 19 bus was running amok on the highway, overtaking every passing car. It was like a small land plane.

Lao Zhang couldn't help but look at the standing engineer and asked:

"Are all the buses in Goose City so powerful?"

The guy said, "That's not the case. We just bought a 430-horsepower Gaijin engine and have only just started using it... Master, slow down! There's a bend ahead!"

The master replied without even looking up: "You can't brake on a curve, you have to step on the gas!"

As they were talking, the bus turned the steering wheel and entered a curve. Lao Zhang immediately pressed against the window due to the centrifugal force, and his heart beat faster than when he was staying up all night analyzing intelligence.

What did he just hear, Gaijin? 430 horses?
The Type 62 light tank weighs 20 tons and only uses a 500-horsepower engine. A simple calculation shows that the power per ton of this bus is twice that of the Type 62?
But it was too late for him to ask more questions. The bus had already entered the city, but it still maintained a speed of over 70, turning left and right. It stepped on the accelerator every time it passed an intersection, and stepped on the brakes hard when it stopped.

The passengers in the carriage were all nodding their heads back and forth like they were dancing in a disco, experiencing this rare and exciting journey.

Thanks to the current scarce number of buses, bus No. 19 has almost become the fastest legend in the city, and no car can stay ahead of it.

After the car stopped at the terminal for the last time, Old Zhang, with his legs a little weak, stood up with the help of the chair back and found that only 30 minutes had passed.

The journey that originally took nearly an hour only took 30 minutes...

The four of them staggered off the bus and felt dizzy as they stood on the ground.

A few seconds later, Xiao Jia began to lean against the roadside, bent over and made a "yue" sound.

The two sailors next to them immediately triggered a chain reaction, puffing out their cheeks and holding their waists.

Lao Zhang: “Ugh!”

……

"Hello, Director Zhang. I'm taking you to dinner. Um...are you a little tired from the long train ride? How about we go later?"

When Yan Jian heard that the group had arrived, he hurried to the guesthouse to welcome them, but he saw that the four of them looked pale.

"No need."

Lao Zhang shook his head and thought to himself that he would never take public transportation again next time - at least not in a place where he was not familiar with.

The four of them got into Yan Jian's car and were on their way to the city hotel. Lao Zhang mentioned the incident on the bus that day. Yan Jian was a little surprised, but not surprised:

"Gaijin is indeed quite technologically advanced. They've built about thirty or forty aircraft themselves. They seem to have produced all their own engines, all of which are over a thousand horsepower. They even have thousand-horsepower diesel engines for ships. These are no problem for them."

"Dozens? What are they?"

"That's quite a diverse collection! They have all sorts of American planes, including land-based, carrier-based, and seaplanes, even the B-25... Oh, Shi Juzhu was showing off his plane a few days ago, and it was also sold by Gaijin."

Lao Zhang: "Are you familiar with it?"

Yan Jian: "It's a long story... My old man is pen pals with the boss of that factory. I'll tell you about it while we eat."

(End of this chapter)