Steel Steam and Flame

"Here, this is the problem that often occurred in the past." Puno leaned in at this moment, pointed to the item in the manual and said to Cassia, "In the past, it was only necessary to follow the steps step by step, but this time it won't work either. Knowing exactly where the problem occurred, I simply tried one by one from the beginning of the manual, but there was no response."

He walked over and turned on the switch of the communication machine again, and the electronic noise came out immediately, filling the whole room: "It's still like this, I think it's because the parts are broken, otherwise it won't take me to toss for so long and there will be no response. ."

　　 "Let's take a look first." Cassia let out a sigh of relief, this time it was replaced by him as a drumming machine. The speed is much faster. Although I haven't been exposed to such communication equipment too much, relying on my familiarity with machinery, the operation is also very fast.

　　 Precise gadgets, communication equipment, to a certain extent, are on the same level as complex machines such as differential machines and analytical machines. Without strong professional knowledge, or some suitable tools at hand, just relying on a slap master book can not play a substantial role at all.

　　 In the end, Cassia's conclusion was similar to that of Uncle Puno, it should be that the internal components of the machine were broken. Something that has been used for more than ten years has already reached the time to scrap it in terms of lifespan.

"The army hasn't come here for more than half a year. Maybe it will suddenly come and relisted in the next few days." Puno comforted at this time, "The movement is very loud, you can feel it from a long distance. Just wait a few days. Or else go get the things you used to live tonight. I don’t have any tools, and I don’t know how to repair the internal structure, so I can only put them there."

　　 Cassia nodded, speaking of this for now. He dragged his luggage behind Puno, and walked towards the other rooms aside.

"There are eight houses in total, but only six are in use now. There are two houses in which there is a differential engine, the power equipment here, and the large steel tanks for steam. It's just that the thick iron doors are closed. The lock, the passcode cards in the hands of those who manage the railway line, can't get in." Puno introduced in the front, stopped in front of a door a few steps later, and opened the brass lock with a key hanging from his waist.

　　 is a small storage room in the station. The air inside smells like it has been preserved for a long time. Many things, most of them can be kept for a long time, some commonly used utensils in life are among them. There are many dry and rusty parts in one corner, which seem to be disassembled from some place, with different shapes. A thick set of quilt tied with string was on the wooden shelf by the wall. Puno took one out of the bed and took Cassia to an empty house.

　　 Turn on the light, there is only a simple single bed and table inside. There is no dust, Puno still pays attention to cleaning these rooms in normal times.

　　 The air inside was a little dull, Puno turned on the heating pipe, and then pushed the window open to speed up the air circulation. The cold light shines through the window into the bewildering darkness ahead, and a gloomy dark cyan shadow can be seen covering half of the sky in the distance.

　　 Cassia saw that there was a small empty vegetable garden in front of the house, and it was completely deserted further away. There are several black image maps hanging in the air. The light couldn't get there, but with Cassia's eyesight, he could barely see the rusty iron-like objects scattered on the ground.

"It's still winter, and the small vegetable garden I cleaned up is abandoned. The vegetables I usually eat are either brought by the high-speed train that runs every few days and a half, or I bring my shotgun to dig in the mountains ahead. Yes. There is still a little bit, but not much."

　　 "Nothing to do at ordinary times." Cassia put the salute aside.

"Yes." Puno agreed. "I used to take a shotgun to hunt in the wasteland when I had time. There are a lot of wild rabbits. Make some small traps. If you are lucky, you can eat yourself for a week or two. Sometimes bad luck. I will also encounter wild boars. They are very fierce. Although the shotgun is powerful, it still gets injured accidentally. Especially in this weather, the wild boar is also hungry and irritated, and the strength is much stronger, so I dare not go out."

Puno checked what was needed in the room, and continued: "I remember when I first came here, when I was young, I didn't have a shotgun to hunt, and I still had a salary, so I kept it every day. Here. When I’m bored, I went to the abandoned locomotive not far away to disassemble the parts and make a fuss for a while. The body is so strong, and it was a great credit to move those parts.

He pointed to a short distance in front of the window, and there were a few black texture shadows in the blurry night, "That's it, they are all scraps from the army. When I first came here, the number was only a half~www.mtlnovel .com~ Now there are so many piles up, but every time the army comes over, no one is there to repair it. Military products are high-quality steel, all of which is money. How good is it to sell scrap iron. I thought about this before, But after tearing down a lot, there is no way to sell it."

　　 "I can't pay the shipping fee for the money sold." Cassia answered.

　　 "Indeed, when I was young, I was still very impulsive. I didn't think much about it at the time. I had been busy for so long." Puno nodded likewise.

　　 "Are those things still usable now?"

"Use it?" Puno didn't understand what Cassia meant. "It's all bad, you can fix it, but you can use it. I see the attitude of the officers in the army, and probably treat them as scrap iron. Processing also takes time. And human, they want to let it go completely like this, and then slowly turn into a pile of red rust in nature. But the quality seems to be too good. After so long, there is no obvious effect."

　　 Puno shook his head. He didn't quite understand the thoughts of these officers.

"Remember to close the windows at night. Although the iron nets are pulled far away, it is not impossible for those wild boars and brown bears to want to come in." Puno reminded, "Just tell me something. Our room is separated by a room, and the louder voice can pass through."

　　 "Thank you," Cassia said.

"No, this is the job of my stationed employee, although it hasn't been paid for several years." Puno waved his hand, "Don't worry about the communication equipment, maybe it will be ready tomorrow. There was this before. This kind of situation happened." Finally, he did not forget to say so comfortably. 8