Chapter 1142: The 1st Special Service Brigade Returns to Night
At the same time, Xishui Railway Freight Station.
Countless militiamen and station staff in old camouflage uniforms shuttled like worker ants between the piles of supply boxes and the parked military trains.
The roar of diesel engines, the sound of command whistles, and the sound of metal colliding are intertwined to form a symphony of labor full of power.
Suddenly, a voice from the station's public address system instantly overwhelmed all the noise, with an unprecedented urgency:
"Attention everyone! Attention everyone!"
"Emergency order from above! Tracks Z001 to Z008 clear immediately! Repeat, tracks Z001 to Z008 clear immediately!"
"All personnel and equipment must evacuate to a safe area within five minutes! A special military train is approaching the station!"
The broadcast was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing a commotion in the station.
"Special military train? What's going on?"
"Quick! Don't just stand there! Drive the forklift away!"
"Those boxes over there! We don't have time to move them, just pile them over there first!"
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Although the staff and militiamen were full of doubts, the long-term militarized management had made them accustomed to obeying orders. After a brief commotion, they evacuated quickly and efficiently.
Forklifts roared as they dragged away the half-empty shelves, and personnel trotted away from the designated track area. Everyone's eyes involuntarily turned towards the direction where the train was about to arrive, their hearts filled with curiosity and a hint of uneasiness.
Woohoo!!!!
A few minutes later, a low and powerful whistle sounded in the distance, like the breathing of a giant beast, coming closer and closer.
Immediately afterwards, a dark green military train with no end in sight, like a long dormant steel dragon, rushed towards the station with the force of thunder!
Eat, eat, eat, eat--
The huge wheels crushed the rails, making a deafening roar. As the train began to slow down, the harsh sound of metal friction instantly tore through the air. The wheels and rails rubbed violently, splashing out endless, dazzling orange sparks, as if putting a gorgeous but short-lived coat of fire on this steel dragon!
The hydraulic braking system worked frantically, and the white steam it emitted mixed with the chill of the night air, forming a rolling thick fog around the train body, making the entire train look like a demon's chariot that had traveled from another world.
On the platform, all the staff who witnessed this scene held their breath, deeply shocked by the picture that mixed industrial power and urgency.
Some people who were close could even feel the clear vibrations from the ground beneath their feet, as well as the hot wind blowing in their faces, carrying the smell of gunpowder and metal.
Clang! Clang... Clang... Clang...
After a series of increasingly slower and heavier collisions, this military train carrying a special mission finally came to a complete stop on track Z001.
The huge and ferocious armored vehicle lay quietly on the rails. The noise and fury just now subsided in an instant, leaving only the occasional "hissing" exhaust sound from the braking system and the slight "hissing" sound coming from certain parts of the vehicle body - that was the metal that had not yet completely cooled coming into contact with the cold air.
The entire station fell into an eerie silence, and everyone stared intently at the tightly closed doors of the boxcars, which were covered with scratches and unknown dark red stains.
Click——
Bang!
The clear sound of a metal latch unlocking broke the silence.
Immediately afterwards, the door of the carriage closest to the platform was suddenly pushed open from the inside!
An extremely strong smell, a mixture of blood, gun smoke, corrosive body fluids and an indescribable stench belonging to mutant creatures, surged out of the carriage like a physical shock wave and instantly filled the air on the platform.
Several staff members who were nearby couldn't help but feel their stomachs churning. They subconsciously took a half step back and covered their mouths and noses.
At this moment, under the sunlight above the platform, a figure stepped out of the carriage with heavy and firm steps.
Ghoul Barto, deputy brigade commander of the 1st Special Service Brigade of the 1st Special Service Army!
Its iconic dark red Night Hunter Pioneer Edition armor was now covered with crisscrossing scratches and pits, as if it had fought its way out of a hell of flesh and blood.
The matte surface of the armor was stained with large patches of blackened blood, as well as some dark green and light yellow sticky liquids mixed with minced meat and unknown tissues.
At the edges of several deeper wounds, the armor even had tiny tears, revealing the dark red biomass base underneath.
The amber heat-source detection chip on its facial armor reflected a cold and tired light under the platform lights. Every time its obsidian claws touched the ground, they would leave a muddy and bloody mark on the concrete platform.
It just stood there quietly, its huge body slightly hunched, like a monument of killing that had just trudged out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Even without any action, the murderous aura that almost condensed into substance and the lingering smell of blood were enough to send chills down the spines of all who witnessed it, filling them with awe!
Following closely, behind Barto, the other zombie warriors in the carriage also woke up from their slumber one after another, their scarlet eyes lighting up.
Their situation was similar to that of Baator. Every piece of dark armor bore the marks of battle, and the silence carried a suffocating sense of oppression.
Just like that, the entire train carriage was packed with zombie warriors who had just returned from the meat grinder-like battlefield of Yucheng. Before hearing the order to get off the train, they stood silently in the carriages of the armored train. The evil aura emanating from their bodies almost distorted the surrounding air, turning this originally busy railway hub into a transit station connecting the hell on the front line and the pure land in the rear.
Seeing this scene, all the staff and militiamen in the station were completely speechless. They looked at this army that seemed to have returned from the abyss, their eyes filled with indescribable shock, fear, and a hint of instinctive awe of the powerful force.
The scarlet eyes under Barto's helmet flickered slightly, and his sight seemed to penetrate the ceiling of the station and cast towards the highest authority in the southwest region - the Zhongzhou War Zone Headquarters, which he had never set foot on but had heard of countless times in communications and whispers from his comrades!
Inside its chest, the fiery heart was beating with unprecedented strength, a mixture of excitement, ambition, and a hint of tension that it was almost suppressing.
"Return to the Night Market... and join the battle!"
"Among the ghouls, no one has ever truly entered that center of power, no one has ever been personally received by the highest leader, right?"
"...This moment may be the closest I've ever been to...making it into history!"
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