My Doomsday Train

“That's what I'm saying.”

The conductor of the "Only Love One Person" train tilted his head, looking at Erdan with a puzzled expression: "Weddings are definitely more lively with more people. How many chances do you get to hold a wedding in the apocalypse? Just give the slaves a day off and let them come down and relax, is that not allowed?"

“Indeed.”

The conductor of the "Ten Steps, One Kill" train also deeply agreed: "Erdan, slaves are people too. Although they are under the protection of our trains, they have also mined a lot of ore for the trains. It's good for them to relax together."

Immediately after.

As the thugs behind the two returned to their respective trains, the slaves of these two trains were quickly driven down, their eyes filled with fear and numbness as they jumped off the trains and looked at the noisy scene before them.

“…”

Erdan remained silent and expressionless, not planning to explain anything. You'll know after the wedding is over.

“Alright.”

Chen Mang smiled and didn't say much more about it, simply pointing to a table that had already been set up not far away: "The wedding will officially start later, shall we go sit there for a while?"

“Of course, I'm your guest.”

Erdan nodded with a serious expression.

Then he followed Chen Mang to the side to a table that had been cleaned up, still unable to resist looking around at the wedding preparations. This might be the first wedding in this world after the apocalypse.

The atmosphere is really good.

“A small token of appreciation, nothing too good.”

The conductor of the "Only Love One Person" train took out a green-grade component blueprint from his pocket and placed it on the table, pushing it over with some restraint: "That... Brother, you must accept it. It's not for you, it's for the child, oh no, for the newlyweds."

“And mine.” The conductor of the "Ten Steps, One Kill" train also hurriedly took out a small card from his pocket and handed it over: "A small trinket."

“Eh?”

Erdan looked at the two with some confusion. What's going on? On the way here, there was no mention of preparing a gift. When did you two prepare this yourselves? He had forgotten all about it.

But at this time, he obviously couldn't go back to the train to get one, he would lose face.

Immediately, he gritted his teeth slightly, took off the badge on his clothes and pushed it over: "This is my gift, a special item, brother, you must accept it, if you don't accept it, then..."

“Old Zhu.”

Chen Mang waved his hand, signaling Old Zhu to come over and take the things away, then smiled and looked at the few people: "You guys are too kind, I, Chen Mang, am a little embarrassed."

“Come, eat nuts.”

“A little snack, not worth much, but the taste is not bad.”

There were some nuts, iced beer, and some cold dishes on the table.

This was already extremely rich and luxurious in the apocalypse.

Those cold dishes were all instant products that were brought out of Yan Yao's rental house when she was rescued. The packaging contained tribute vegetables, vegetarian tripe, broccoli, chicken cartilage, duck intestines, and other marinated flavors, which could be eaten directly after unpacking and pouring on the accompanying red oil.

It was quite simple and convenient.

Only the four conductors were seated, while the confidants and thugs brought by the other two conductors ran to a corner and looked around with curiosity.

After all, this banquet was a more relaxing type. It was not easy to have such a relatively warm atmosphere in the apocalypse, and everyone would cherish it and would not let their subordinates stand behind them, which would make them look too pretentious.

After a few rounds of drinks.

The few people became lively.

“…”

Chen Mang picked up a chopstick and stuffed a edamame into his mouth, his brow furrowing slightly, a trace of displeasure flashing in his eyes: "Are you three here to recruit people for Libra?"

“Uh…”

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit off, Erdan hurriedly explained: "That's definitely not the case. Libra came to me too, but I ignored him. He also approached them, but they were hesitant and unsure whether to join, so they asked you, brother, wanting to see how you chose. They wanted to copy the answer."

“I see.” Chen Mang shook his head: "I didn't join. The purpose of the Libra organization is actually quite good, in my opinion. According to that link, everyone can get what they need, and they can also support the weaker trains, so that human civilization can be better passed down."

“But one is that I don't want to be constrained by others.”

“Two is that the resources given are not very meaningful to me and would waste my time.”

“Three is that I don't like the person Libra sent to talk to me.”

“That's true.” Erdan nodded in deep agreement: "I've thought about it carefully. That link will cause the top suppliers to always be at a loss. No one can give back to him. It always feels a little unrealistic..."

The conductors gathered together to chat, talking about the things they had encountered along the way, talking about the hardships they had experienced before becoming conductors, talking about the interesting things they had encountered in adventures, and talking about the tragedy when the apocalypse first arrived.

They talked a lot.

But no one asked, Chen Mang, where did you get so many Murphy Stones?

What words should be asked, what words should not be asked.

Once they reach their position, they will understand very well that those are life-saving treasures, things that even their wives can't be told, how could they tell them?

And in the busy wedding scene.

Several thugs from the "Only Love One Person" train were squatting in a corner, looking at the wedding scene with complex expressions.

“Being a Level 6 train, is the difference a bit too big?”

One thug squatted on the ground, looking at the two mechs patrolling not far away, his eyes filled with envy: "Hey, why doesn't our train have mechs yet? Can a Level 6 train actually build mechs?"

“I'm not sure either.” The thug squatting next to him shook his head before whispering: "It probably consumes a lot of resources. Look at those Doomsday Machine Guns. Our train only has 5, but this train has 10, and the paint on this train's Doomsday Machine Guns looks even thicker. The level must be higher than the ones on our train."

“And those missiles and rockets are scary enough.”

“No wonder the slaves on this train are so happy. If I could stay on such a powerful train in the apocalypse, I would be happy too. Who wouldn't be happy to not die?”

Just then—

Biaozi walked over with his two teammates, smiling and handing out a few cigarettes before greeting: "Have you all eaten?"

“Uh…”

The thug who was squatting on the ground hurriedly stood up, a little restrained: "We... we're waiting for the meal to start."

Although they were both thugs, and both thugs from a Level 6 train, for some reason, he felt inferior. When the difference in train strength was too great, even those in the same position would feel constrained.

"That knife is pretty good."

Biaozi looked at the dagger in the man's arms and said with a smile, "It looks like it would be pretty useful for cutting meat or vegetables."

"Alright, I'll continue patrolling. If you need anything, just come find me. I'll try my best to satisfy you."

"..."

The man looked up at Biaozi's departing figure, then lowered his head to look at the dagger in his arms. After a long while, he tilted his head to look at his companion and muttered, "Was that guy mocking me just now?"

"Seems like it."

Meanwhile, inside the Star Destroyer train car.

A female teacher in the classroom glanced at the clock on the wall, then smiled at the children sitting below, "That's all for today. Everyone, get ready to attend the wedding of the two newcomers, Shān Māozi and Měijiā."

"Today, we finished talking about how the Train Leader successfully upgraded the train to Level 2, protecting everyone's safety."

"Tomorrow, we'll start talking about how the Train Leader instantly killed the Level 3 monster boss, the Man-Eating Spider, with a Level 2 train!"

As soon as the words fell.

There was an uproar below.

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A girl couldn't help but raise her hand and ask, "Teacher Qiū, didn't you say today that after the apocalypse, the world became strictly hierarchical, and a Level 2 attack could never break a Level 3 defense? How did the Train Leader do it?!"

"Well, this..."

The female teacher on the stage paused with a smile, then played coy, "More on that tomorrow!"

"Alright, alright, everyone tidy up and get ready. The students who were chosen to be flower girls, wait for me in the dormitory, and come with me later."

Although all the children still wanted to know the follow-up, they obediently got up and walked out of the classroom towards their dormitories, preparing to change into their new clothes to attend the wedding.

They were not as mischievous as normal children.

The children here.

Almost everyone has personally witnessed the tragic death of their relatives. Among all the ways to grow up, this way is the most uncomfortable, but also the fastest.

"Teacher Qiū."

A child stayed behind, took a deep breath, and then said in a deep voice with red eyes, "Didn't you say today that all of us will have three directions in the future: management, combat, and professional?"

"Can I be combat-type?"

"I want to kill more monsters to avenge my father."

"It's too early to say these things now." Teacher Qiū looked at the child in front of her, who was as tall as she was. He was growing so fast at only eleven or twelve years old. She gently touched his head and said with a smile, "You are still young. You need to graduate smoothly before you can go to a position that suits you."

"And it's not necessarily that only combat-type talents can kill monsters to avenge your father."

"Everyone on the train has their own contribution. For example, those uncles who mine, every piece of ore they mine will turn into bullets fired at the monsters, which is also considered revenge."

"But I don't have any contribution to the train right now. I feel a little useless."

"..."

The woman was silent for a while before whispering, "Go attend the wedding first, with them. The train is cultivating you now so that you can give back to the train and the Train Leader in the future. You don't have the ability to give back to the Train Leader now. Study hard in the future so that you can give back to the train better."

"Go."

The woman watched the boy's departing figure before lowering her head to tidy up the teaching materials on the table, a full seventy pages.

It was handwritten and compiled by the Pig Train Leader, which detailed the crises encountered since the train's development, and what choices Mǎng Yé made in desperation to bring the train back to life.

The handwriting was very neat.

She was directly connected to the Pig Train Leader and enjoyed the treatment of a Level 1 resident.

Before the apocalypse, she had a husband and children of her own, but after the apocalypse, they were all gone. Her husband and children were dead. For a long time, she was in a daze and didn't know how she survived.

After a moment.

She shook her head, hugged the teaching materials in her arms, and walked towards the dormitory. She lived in the girls' dormitory, and the treatment was much better than before.

When a soothing love song slowly sounded outside the train.

All the train residents were already sitting around the tables on the ground. The tables were filled with nuts, bread, cola, steamed buns, and a large plate of stir-fried vermicelli with minced meat.

The vermicelli was left over from the last time they ate stew, and the minced meat was made by digging out the meat sauce from the steamed buns and stir-frying it together with the vermicelli in a large pot, adding a touch of smoky flavor.

"Distinguished guests."

Old Pig, wearing a white suit, looked quite serious today. He held a microphone and his voice came from the speakers outside the train. He stood on the stage and looked at the crowd below with a smile.

"Today will be a turning point in human civilization that is worthy of being recorded in history."

"It's not just a wedding."

"It's also the intersection of civilization and barbarism."

"Now, let's invite the two newcomers to the stage!"

A tidal wave of applause suddenly rang out. Some of the bolder train residents even started shouting and cheering loudly.

Below the stage, a red carpet was laid on the plain. Both sides of the red carpet were full of artificial flowers, which were iron flowers made by the Heart of Machinery, making them look more layered. Around the stage were four thick trusses.

The trusses were also covered with artificial flowers. These trusses were high racks brought out from the mechanical ruins of "Ice and Snow World" and reassembled.

If this wedding were held in peacetime, it would undoubtedly be simple. Even the host's speech was too short and seemed quite unprofessional, but if the background was set in the apocalypse, then this wedding was undoubtedly the highest standard.

A tidal wave of applause continued to ring out.

Everyone looked at the 11th car of the Star Destroyer train at the end of the red carpet.

Under Little Ài's control, the music volume was amplified again.

Finally —

Wearing a white wedding dress with a veil, Měijiā, with slightly red eyes, took the arm of Shān Māozi, who was wearing a suit, and walked out of the 11th car, stepping on the red carpet and walking slowly towards the stage under everyone's gaze.

Behind her.

Were four children in formal dresses, carrying the train of the wedding dress quietly behind the bride.

Further back.

Were four flower girls carrying flower baskets, constantly scattering the flowers in the baskets into the high air.

"Wow!!"

The cheers of the train residents rose sharply again.