Armed Train in the Apocalypse

"We have already solved the most basic survival problems; the backbone of the Guard Corps has grown to become Tier One Evolver, the corps commander has reached Tier Two..."

"However, the development of the Acid Rain Zone has reached its limit. Eighteen months of acidic rain have corroded most facilities, making survival difficult for individual Scavengers. The zombie resources are controlled by the Beast King’s [Domain of No Man], while the rest have been divided among several forces such as Deep Blue Data, Black Kite, Chuanto, Mechanical God Cult, and Red Earth Agriculture."

"Recently, I contacted the Iron Mountain Shelter in the Flood Zone. Although it is a Celestial Disaster Zone, there are few forces. As long as we plan well, the entire Flood Zone is essentially our resource, and further north lies Zhijin, with a large population..."

After all, the route passes through many other forces, and Wan Hao stopped abruptly at this point.

But his idea had already been conveyed to everyone on this route.

Iron Old Man silently sat next to Xiaodong, repeatedly wiping the shotgun in his hands with gun oil. His eyelids slightly drooped, his eyes resembling two black wells. Perhaps due to age, he always heard some static.

He couldn’t clearly hear what Wan Hao was saying, he only felt a blaze of burning ambition rising from the gloomy and damp land.

However, he didn’t care; he was more eager for that train than Wan Hao.

This time, with Xiaodong, he could personally go up north to take a look.

On the other end of the communication, the train conductor’s voice was slow to arrive, making everyone tense. Wan Hao subconsciously clenched his palms, feeling as though he was trapped by Liang Kuan and Xiaoba in a factory a year ago.

It’s like falling off a cliff; as long as Su Huan doesn’t respond, there’s no conclusion, waiting in tension for that final moment.

Without Su Huan’s approval, even if he has become the de facto controller of Shun’an Station, there’s no chance of executing this plan.

Far away, tens of thousands of miles apart, Su Huan quietly contemplated the recent conversation. Although only Wan Hao was speaking, the information revealed that several regional outposts had already been in contact.

If it was before entering the Wind Snow Zone, he might resist this feeling of losing control.

Yet, whether it was the impending apocalypse or his absolute power, neither caused him to fear matters regarding the outposts.

The technology of the Acid Rain Zone, resources of the Flood Zone, population of Zhijin...

Unnoticed, the Armed Train has the potential and scale of a top-level force. It is only difficult to become systemic due to being part of different major areas. If the second train could link all this, the Armed Train would transform from dispersed carriages into one unified train.

Overall, it isn’t a bad thing.

"Tell me your thoughts."

After a while, Su Huan said leisurely.

This sentence was directed at all the outposts.

In the silence, a steady male voice interjected, "Compared to the development of forces, I’m more interested in what’s happening in the north."

Su Huan hesitated for a moment before finally matching the voice with the young man on the roof that day, who told him, "I want to provide for my mom."

A woman’s silhouette, who had walked several kilometers with an air pump, flashed in his mind. He instinctively wanted to ask about the situation but faster flashed images—a simple man who led a group of workers to initially modify the train, and the Slaughterer who quietly died under the yellow sand covering a village.

There were living people; there were dead ones. There were too many he wanted to ask about, not knowing where to start, so he opted not to think too much.

He focused his attention on matters at hand.

He briefly explained the Rule of Eternal Night, intentionally concealing the information that the military had been defeated.

They couldn’t change anything, so there was no need to let them despair.

"I agree with this plan because one day, I also want to see the most northern part, to witness the origin of all these disasters."

Li Xinlong’s voice was calm and firm; the indecisiveness he once had was long gone.

"I’ve wanted to see the world outside with the train conductor for a long time now."

This was Xiaodong’s voice.

"I don’t have too many thoughts; I just want to go north to find my boyfriend who never returns home."

This carefree remark was from Lord Lian; Su Huan pretended not to hear it.

There were also some small stations, and after solving food and clothing issues, everyone had an almost instinctual curiosity about the source of the apocalypse.

"Since it’s unanimously approved, then let’s proceed."

Su Huan’s approval felt like a small hammer striking Wan Hao’s heart, instantly calming him.

"Train conductor, we are from the Traveler’s Tree Outpost in the Plant Zone; our energy won’t last much longer."

A small outpost voiced its reminder.

"Then let’s keep it brief; anything else?"

Wan Hao took a deep breath, "This is only the second train; next comes the third, fourth, and even more. They will pass through the Flood Zone, Storm Zone, and might even reach the furthest Eternal Night, following the train conductor’s footsteps. We hope you can give them a name."

Suddenly, Su Huan thought of the soldier in that underground fortress.

Just before the communication was about to cut off, Su Huan spoke softly, "Let’s call it Firewood Fire."

[Firewood Fire originated here, corresponding changes have been made in previous text]

The carriage was very quiet, with only the sounds of equipment running. The staff didn’t dare to make a sound; they only glanced at Xiaozhao beside them, who looked at Su Huan sitting silently on the sofa, softly reminded, "Train conductor, the communication has been cut off."

Su Huan belatedly raised his head, stood up, and showed a gentle smile, "Then you all carry on; I’m going up to enjoy the breeze."

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