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From Lingshan City, the last 100 kilometers.

The cold railway tracks divide the world into two sides.

On one side is the coast that has been eroded by the tsunami, and the cliffs stand smooth like a mirror.

On the other side, there are mountains and mountains, vast folds and jungles, all kinds of grotesque plants are intertwined, and their kingdom is built on the ruins of the former prosperous city.

This is the coastal zone on the east coast of the mainland.

In the darkest time of the Era of Calamity, the waves that devoured the world once surged all the way to hundreds of kilometers inland, and the thousand-year-old ancient cities where countless civilizations gathered were turned into water towns.

Those towns that have been submerged on the seabed for a long time, even if they see the sun again in three to five years, are completely unsuitable as human habitats.

The rich nutrients in the seabed mud make all kinds of animals and plants grow wildly on the ruins of the city.

Perhaps it is because the aura has been continuously leaking for a long time. The animals and plants in the Calamity Era grew extremely fast. Not only did the animals return to their wild nature thousands of years ago, but many plants could also secrete highly toxic and hallucinogenic auras. Not to mention the strange mushrooms and spores, which release a strange miasma all the time, turning the "city" and "the wild" into completely different heavens and hells.

Human beings in the Nirvana Era, either lived in highly densely populated cities that were increasingly becoming hives, or lived in shelters armed to the teeth with powerful forces, relying on synthetic food provided by large industries to survive.

When the population climbed to more than 7 billion again, the wilderness became more and more sparsely populated, desolate and desolate, and full of dangers.

Especially when the roar of the train arrives, it arouses colorful frightened birds in the depths of the jungle, and when all kinds of beasts howl like ghosts and wolves, the train full of steel and technological power forms a weird contrast with the hellish wilderness of the world.

This is a low speed freight train.

Both the front and the carriage are equipped with thick armor, like airtight iron coffins.

Every three freight cars, there will be a battle car with a high turret and shooting holes all over the body, like a steel hedgehog.

A rapid-fire turret, three heavy machine gun turrets, and even two rocket launching bases that rotate 360 ​​degrees in all directions. The firepower is so powerful that ordinary gangsters and rebels dare not approach, let alone lurk in the jungle Beast of the Deep.

What is surprising is that on several carriages, there are some soldiers in camouflage uniforms sitting upright, stable as steel nails and moving freely in the gale of over 100 speeds per hour.

these soldiers...

There are tall Caucasian races, dark-skinned, well-developed blacks who are as strong as bears, and forest people who are as agile as apes. Of course, there are also Orientals with black hair and black eyes. Tribal people full of tattoos.

No matter what race they are, their looks are extremely sturdy. To them, the howling wind is just a cool breeze in a summer afternoon. In the depths of everyone's eyes, there is a glimmer of indifference to life and death. The elite veterans who lived for the rest of their lives had a unique temperament.

However, most of the veterans were wounded—serious injuries like missing arms and broken legs.

Almost everyone has more or less an arm or a leg replaced with a shiny metal prosthetic, and some people even have sabers, guns and various killing tools directly embedded in the prosthetic.

The killing prosthetics, combined with their indifferent expressions, revealed their fierceness even more.

Veterans don't like to use standard equipment, even camouflage uniforms and tactical vests are varied, only the battle emblem on the chest is exactly the same, it is a flaming hurricane, "gale", represents one of the world's top mercenary regiments. One, Gale Commando

Of course, it is "once".

The veterans laughed and made noises, not paying attention to this ordinary escort mission at all. They hammered their chests with hard prosthetic limbs, and even the strong wind could not hide their wild laughter.

In the last carriage, there was a person sitting alone, who did not participate in the mercenaries' game.

This is a man with white hair all over his head, wearing a dark green military windbreaker, letting the windbreaker be blown by the wind, and he is hunting.

His left face was torn from top to bottom by a deep wound. The wound was so deep that the bones were turned outwards, and the entire eyeball was cut off, so he was wearing an eye patch that was also embroidered with the Gale Battle emblem.

However, what should be painful and ferocious face reveals only endless melancholy. He leans against the turret, like an old tree that has been struck by lightning but has not lost its vitality, playing the harmonica in a low voice , let the strong wind tear the low and swirling sound of the harmonica into strands.

If you are someone who has been in the mercenary circle, you may be able to hear it from the fragmented voice. This is a very famous mercenary song. It tells the story of a high-spirited young man who set foot on the battlefield for money and hope. After more than ten years of countless fights, he fell in the jungle in the final battle.

In the lyrics, the mercenaries described in detail how the hapless fellow rotted in the jungle, was eaten by snakes, rats and ants, and finally turned into a handful of dead bones in a joking tone.

Although the harmonica can't speak, it can also play the black humor unique to mercenaries to the fullest.

Suddenly, in the jungle in the distance, there were roars of wild beasts.

After a while, the smoke and dust billowed, and a large number of wild boars rushed out of the jungle, rushing towards the train in groups.

Generally speaking, beasts will not easily provoke the crystallization of steel and technology.

After all, with the recovery of spiritual energy, the spiritual wisdom of the beast is also slowly growing, knowing the power of steel and gunpowder.

But this group of wild boars seemed to have gone crazy, staring at the red eyes, rushing towards the train recklessly.

The cynical and playful mercenaries just now changed their faces instantly, jumping into their respective combat positions like the most precise machines, half a second later, "da da da da", hundreds of flames spewed out , condensed into a bright "dead line" tens of meters away from the train.

No matter how rough the skin and flesh of wild boars, they are still flesh and blood. How can they resist the crystallization of technology invented by humans for killing?

All of a sudden, the wild boars who dared to cross the dead line were all torn apart, their tendons were broken and their bones were broken, and they were riddled with holes.

Smelly bloodstains were left on the ground, and vultures circled slowly in the sky.

The rest of the wild boars trampled on the corpses of their companions like crazy, and continued to attack regardless.

The man in the windbreaker and playing the harmonica never stopped his humming.

It was not until a deafening roar came from the depths of the mountain forest, accompanied by seven or eight big trees tilted to the left and right, and a huge, crimson, wild boar-shaped monster with faint scales rushed out, the sound of the harmonica paused .

This wild boar...

It is not so much an ignorant beast as it is a tank made of steel and iron bones. In addition to two blade-like fangs, it has a single rhinoceros-shaped horn growing on its forehead. Engraved with natural patterns, faint rays of light swirl around the horn!

Its speed surpassed that of a galloping cheetah, and it easily caught up with the train at a speed of over 100 per hour. Bullets hit it like a torrential rain, and were bounced off or dodged one after another. .

"Colonel!"

A black mercenary shouted, "It's a mutated monster that has sucked enough aura!"

When he looked back, the "Colonel" had already retracted his harmonica, and in a kneeling position, he placed a heavy anti-material sniper like a cannon on his hands and knees, aiming at the mutant monster.

"Awwhhh!"

The speed of the mutated wild boar king is getting faster and faster. While racing at extreme speed, he also dodges dexterously, like a combination of wild boar and cheetah.

The colonel's blood is as cold as his eyes. Looking carefully, every bundle of muscle fibers in his body is trembling subtly, offsetting the shock caused by the speeding train, so that his one-eyed, hands and sniper rifle are all in perfect condition. Absolute, absolute stillness.

The mutant wild boar king was only two hundred meters away from the train.

The colonel hadn't fired yet, like a statue frozen on the roof of the car.

The mutant wild boar king was only a hundred meters away from the train.

The Colonel still waited, letting the wind rush wildly over the tips of his hair and the folds of his clothes.

The mutant wild boar king was only fifty meters away from the train.

"boom!"

The mutated wild boar king gave a sudden pause, and the moment he was about to jump up, the colonel shot.

Near the eye sockets of the mutated wild boar king, blood spattered everywhere, and the huge body weighing several tons fell heavily and rolled dozens of times on the ground.

Many mercenaries looked at the colonel again, and found that he had quietly put away the heavy sniper rifle. He didn't care about the life and death of the mutated wild boar king. Song of Mercenaries.

In front of the endless extension of the railroad tracks, in the direction of Lingshan City, dark clouds were densely covered, as if soldiers were pressing down on the territory.

A heavy rain is coming.

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