Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

At the same time, in Zhao Ke's mind, he couldn't help thinking of the name of this set of rope fastening method.

Well, an image name, tortoise shell binding.

"Hey, just enjoy yourself here!"

After making sure that the rope was securely fastened, Zhao Ke stood up and opened the train door.

Before leaving, Zhao Ke did not forget to grab the hammer beside him,

After weighing it a few times, although there is no blood hammer in hand, the weight is enough.

Accompanied by the icy cold wind blowing, Zhao Ke's groggy head became sober for a while, and he was disturbed by the itching just now.

Now that he was truly awake, Zhao Ke felt fortunate in his heart.

Fortunately, my rationality firmly suppressed my urge to destroy the radio station.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Ke glanced at the abyss under his feet, raised his hand and grabbed the handrail on the side, and crawled towards the rear compartment.

A carriage behind the front of the car often carries the coal that fuels the train.

Zhao Ke climbed up and took a look.

In this darkness, there was only one train, like a centipede suspended in mid-air, moving along a track that didn't exist at all, and it didn't know where it was going.

Although the body is not his own, but fortunately Yamada himself is a warrior.

Physical fitness is much stronger than normal people.

Therefore, climbing up and down is not too difficult.

The carriages of the train are not the passenger carriages with doors and windows as in reality.

Instead, the entire iron-clad carriage was sealed, with neither windows nor seats and benches.

It is exactly the same as the carriage used to pull goods. The soldiers sit in it, which is a veritable iron can.

Zhao Ke was afraid of getting into the second carriage, so he picked up the hammer and hit it a few times, making a dull sound, and he could still hear the echo inside.

Knock on the iron lock on the outside, pull it open, and look at the neat ammunition boxes and a heavy weapon in the compartment.

A look of disappointment suddenly appeared on Zhao Ke's face.

Although these weapons must be well armed in this era.

But to Zhao Ke, it was like rubbish.

If his stamp album is still there, those energy weapons and electromagnetic rail sniper rifles in it can blast this carload of garbage into slag.

But Zhao Ke still rummaged around, and found a few explosive bags that were useful, but Zhao Ke didn't even look at the other things.

Continue to turn over to the next carriage, open the door and see, there is nothing in the carriage.

This made Zhao Ke feel a burst of disappointment in his heart.

But soon, Zhao Ke saw a passenger car behind.

Apparently a compartment for soldiers of the officer rank.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke's eyes lit up immediately, he went over on his stomach, kicked the door of the car, and suddenly the warmth in the car came, making Zhao Ke's cold cheeks feel the warmth that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Looking at the environment of the carriage, it should be a place for non-commissioned officers to eat.

This treatment is much better than those ordinary soldiers.

Zhao Ke showed joy on his face. Since it is a place to eat, there will naturally be food.

Go back along the carriage.

After pushing away a car behind, it turned out to be the kitchen.

"No one?" The environment is small, but it is very clean. It can be seen that the cook in charge of the kitchen is a very competent cook.

Just why no one? ?

This train is a troop carrier. There is no one in such a long troop carrier? ?

Could it be that there are only four people in the front of this train? ?

While Zhao Ke was confused, his hands were not idle.

There is no refrigerator in this era, so it is naturally impossible to preserve too much food.

But Zhao Ke found a lot of canned food under the cupboard.

"Hey, good stuff!"

Seeing these cans, Zhao Ke was somewhat relieved, at least he could guarantee that he would not starve to death on this train for a period of time.

Zhao Ke squatted down and wrapped the can with his clothes, intending to take some away first.

After loading a part piecemeal, Zhao Ke carried it on his shoulder.

"Good weight!"

The thing was on the shoulders, but it was heavier than Zhao Ke expected.

I don't seem to have taken many cans, why did it suddenly become so heavy?

Zhao Ke looked back suspiciously at the package behind him.

Nothing unusual was found.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke couldn't help thinking: "Could it be that Yamada's physique is too poor, and it's only a pack of canned food, and it takes so much effort to resist?"

Zhao Ke was thinking, "Boom!" He heard two collisions outside the window.

"Someone!"

Zhao Ke's heart suddenly became vigilant, and he picked up the kitchen knife on the display board in his hand.

Although he had a gun in his hand, Zhao Ke believed in this palm-sized kitchen knife more than this old-fashioned pistol.

"Boom blah blah blah!"

Seemingly seeing Zhao Ke approaching, the knocking sound outside the glass suddenly became more urgent than before.

It's just that the light outside is too dark.