A sharp and harsh friction sound suddenly erupted from the bottom of the car. The train seemed to exhale its last breath amidst the noise, and finally stopped beside the station.
The sounds outside intensified at this moment, with the angry roars of men, the piercing screams of women, and the miserable cries of countless children. At this time, they overwhelmed dozens of wheels that were still spewing smoke and flames.
pistol.
The station is like a wild symphony that is out of control. There are all kinds of emotions here, colorful and twisted faces, the managers' foreheads with angry veins, the disdain and disgust of the nobles hurriedly getting on the train in the aristocratic passage, and of course the goods.
There are countless silent and dark faces in the carriage.
Administrator Wallendao's forehead was covered with sweat under his black leather hat, and his face was red from the roar. There was no cargo to move here, and all the people who had to be taken away were refugees. He fired six shots in the sky.
, it was so powerful that the sound it made was so loud that his own ears were still roaring, but for the group in front of him,,, no! The group could no longer describe their number. It should be said to be a densely packed sea of people. Pistols.
Deterrence has no effect on them because there are too many of them.
The train station is located next to Visayas Fortress. The war that suddenly spread in the past few months has resulted in the birth of a large number of refugees in the entire area. Ordinary people are as weak as ants in front of professional soldiers. The empire's laws are pitifully weak.
All of a sudden, it lost its function. Thieves and gangsters were breeding, the army was ineffective, and factories closed down. Every day, countless people died here due to war, hunger and cold, and everyone wanted to leave this place that was about to become a hell. p>
They can't afford to sit on ordinary passenger trains, so only freight trains like the Imperial Train are suitable for them.
Wallendo put aside the bullet chamber on his pistol. He originally wanted to throw out the six-round cartridges that smelled pungent and replaced them with new brass-cased bullets. However, the flow of people spreading around the entire station had already gathered strength, pushing one after another.
Under the crowd, it is like the waves in the sea that are constantly beating on the rocks. The people behind want to squeeze to the front, so they push hard, and the people in front want to take a step closer and secure the best position to get on the bus, so they use their strength to push forward.
Pushed forward by this irresistible force, Wallendao's body dropped the magazine he was holding, and six bullets fell to the ground, scattered on the fine barbed wire pedals under his feet. His body was involuntary.
He took a few steps back and bumped into a half-human-high steel joystick on the side. The flesh on his body and his chubby red face trembled due to the huge force.
He quickly found his balance and stood up, his bloodshot eyes glaring at the people who were only one meter away in front of him. At this moment, the sweat on his forehead seemed to have been evaporated by the heat of the blood in his angry veins. His bear-like body was seen taking a step forward.
In front of him, flames called anger were erupting from his body. His anger made him unaware of the joystick being pressed down by his body.
So there was a unique sound of steam gushing out behind him as several air valves opened and closed. Driven by the steam, the steel pulleys operated on the track. Several white steam emerged from the joints of the door leaves. The thick and ferocious cargo box door slowly opened.
Open it slowly, like a dragon opening its gate with sharp teeth.
The third floor of the cargo container, which is a head higher than the platform, finally saw the light again. On this side were dozens of pale faces squinting down, and on the other side were painfully twisted faces that seemed to be seeing heaven and longed to break free from the shackles of hell.<
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Oh my god, this is a big deal. Under Wallundao’s serious, distorted and frightened face, he cursed in his heart.
The flow of people suddenly turned into a huge wave, and the small rock on Warren Road was instantly swallowed up. It became a vent and sent out a huge signal. The administrators with extremely limited manpower were simply unable to resist this crazy crowd.
More and more cargo container doors were slowly opened under the rhythm of steam. Refugees were swarming in and out, squeezing and pushing. Some were lucky enough to have their shoes with holes in them trampled off, and some were always lying in front of the container with distorted faces.
, some people were pushed off the platform, and they groaned in pain from a height of several meters, muttering to the Holy Emperor for help.
Wallendao was suffering in his heart and couldn't express it. He kept mumbling and cursing, and from time to time he would open his hoarse throat and roar. But this could not change the fact before him. The station had completely lost control.<
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Even though his body is huge and thick, he still has no strength to resist in front of this wave-like flow of people. Just like a small boat swaying on the water on a stormy night, there is a danger of destruction at any time.
The crowd pushed him forward, with a layer of shoes being trampled off under his feet. At this time, they seemed to have turned into sea sand and poured into the cargo box with the power of the huge waves.
Wallendo felt like he was about to be squeezed into a pancake, and there was a huge sense of oppression all over his body. What was even more frightening was that the hand he was holding the pistol could no longer be taken back in the advancing crowd.
The crowd gave the fingers more and more strength and erosion. After a few breaths, the fingers finally couldn't hold on and got stuck in the trigger. There was also the pain of squeezing and friction from the crowds on the left and right. With a few fingers shaking, the revolver took advantage of the situation.
Fell down.
There was a layer of broken shoes underneath, and the pistol's fall did not make any sound. As soon as the pistol lay on a broken cotton shoe, a foot kicked it over, and the pistol became a by-product of the wave.
The box begins its fantastic journey.
This group of hateful refugees, these damn idiots! Valendo cursed in his heart. He finally climbed up to the roof of the truck by pulling on the door frame of the truck, and even one of his tightly tied rubber shoes was trampled off.
The buttons of his thick cotton-padded jacket had fallen apart. He ran hard towards the aristocratic area, waving his hands, and blowing hard with a steel whistle in his mouth.
In the command room in front of the platform, all the people wearing military cotton-padded jackets looked with livid faces at the imperial queue that was being beaten by the wave of people. There were so many people pouring into the cargo box, but the flow of people behind them seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.
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These are the people who are surrounded by the low wall of the station and can't even afford the ticket for the cargo box. At this moment, they are also frantically climbing over the low wall, climbing up the long platform in waves, trying to escape in this chaotic place.
Enter the train under the circumstances.
Usually they don't even have a chance to get close to the station because there are troops stationed there. But a few months ago, the station's troops were mobilized due to the war spreading in Visaya Fortress. At this time, the station's defense forces were only
An empty shell.
"Reporting to the commander-in-chief, all the businessmen and nobles have boarded the train!" This sentence suddenly echoed in the command room like a reminder.
"Close the cargo door, restart the train, and let these filthy dogs go to hell." The commander almost said this through gritted teeth. It was not because of the trouble caused to him by the station's loss of control, but because of the trouble that the station's loss of control caused him.
If those refugees who were trampled to death on the ground wanted to avoid being questioned by the superiors, they would have to pay a generous death fee based on their weight.
Driven by the main console, the door of the cargo box began to slowly close, the air flow valve sprayed out steam, and the iron shelf connecting the platform and the cargo box also slowly folded up.
A long whistle first played the tragic background music.
The people in front wanted to stop, but the force of the flow of people was irresistible, and they fell off the platform. The people in the back could not see what was going on in front of them, and only heard the sound of steam and the whistle, as if the train was about to leave.
, which makes them even crazier.
This is a passage filled with human bodies. The platform is four meters away from the train rails and three meters away from the cargo door. But it only took about ten breaths for the huge cavity between the platform and the train to be filled.
Filled with human bodies.
More people stepped on the soft human body, which they thought was just a pile of rubber shoes. The train was slowly moving, and they wanted to climb onto the cargo box and then get in through the open vent.<
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The still red furnace was started again, and the huge body of the rearrangement made a creaking sound. The metal-like bright rails slowly rolled forward, and the soft human body in front of him was as weak as air.
The heavy train finally escaped from the station. People who didn't get on the train chased after them, crying, cursing, and pleading. Those who got on the train felt happy, happy, and relaxed. There was only a layer of bright red minced meat on the railway track, silent and silent. "Damn it." The director was in a bad mood. There were corpses piled up on the railway, and it would be a big expense to clean them up.
Cassia was very lucky. The cargo box he was in was not opened. The vents were closed by people who noticed in advance. A large number of people came in from the passages connecting the left and right sides of the cargo box. The space that originally seemed spacious,
It suddenly became extremely crowded.
Cassia's face was a little rosy. Although his body was very strong, he was still squeezed into a corner beside the cargo box. The vents were closed, and the air suddenly seemed extremely dry and dull. He silently watched the luggage under his feet.
, the people crowded on the left and right all have pale faces, full of traces of being eroded by the cold wind.
The whistle blew several times in succession, and in a very short time, it accelerated to its fastest speed. As soon as we left the station, we were greeted by wind and snow, and the vents were opened again, and the cold air poured in, but everyone
There was a clear sigh of relief on his face.
Someone in the cargo box was mumbling to themselves. They were praying to the Holy Emperor. It was the Holy Emperor's mercy and glory that they could come up to the cargo box.
Kasia leaned against the cargo box, his eyelids getting heavier. He wanted to take a nap and rest. His feet that had not touched the ground for more than ten days began to swell. Even though he got up and exercised for a while every day, he knew that at least not now.
When they were sleeping, the newly boarded people had already breathed a sigh of relief. They began to look around and look at their surroundings. They looked like wolves who had been hungry for more than ten days. They were afraid that when they woke up, the suitcase under their feet would be empty.
There are only two pieces of hard leather left.
You have to wait at least until night, and you have to find someone you can basically trust to look after each other, and you have to wait until this bus gets off the bus before you can feel at ease. Cassia didn't care about the looks of those people looking over. Many of them
They were all wearing only a piece of clothing that could barely withstand the cold, and it was difficult to find pairs of shoes on their feet. The first thing they did after getting in the car was to pick up shoes that fit their feet. Having some shoes is much better than having none.<
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Cassia, who was almost forced to stay energetic, finally made it to nightfall, without drinking water or eating any food for almost half the day. He felt that his throat was so thirsty that it was about to burst out of fire, and his stomach was so hungry that it hurt. The light of the gas lamp was dim.
, only half a day passed, and everyone’s faces were already full of exhaustion.
Several people have already gone to the food bins in front to buy food.
Cassia sat and moved his body. He leaned over to lift his luggage and buy some bread to satisfy his hunger. But the next moment his body stiffened, as if carved from stone. Then he raised his head unnaturally and looked around.
, some people were sleeping, some were staring at the gas lamp in a daze, and some were looking at the few stars that flashed by the vents from time to time, but no one noticed him.
There was something beside his luggage at some point. It was a crude revolver. The thumb-thick muzzle and the black alloy forged gun body showed its huge power.
There was a buzzing sound in Cassia's head, and he suddenly became confused, as if it was instinctive. He didn't know what was going on. When a gust of cold wind completely refreshed him, the pistol was already placed on his thick clothes.
Inside, his body holding the luggage was a little light, and he felt a little dazed. Every step he took, it seemed like something was ringing in his mind.
The floor of the carriage was also full of people. Cassia walked step by step towards the food container, walking cautiously among them. The dim world under the dim light seemed to have opened a new door to the world for Cassia, and the people looked pale.
The face also seems to be getting distorted little by little.
So the seventeen-year-old boy slowly walked through several cargo boxes that were tens of meters long. Under the pale light of the gas lamp, and amid the murmuring prayers of the Holy Emperor around him, a bullet wrapped in a brass shell seemed to be a bullet.
A fateful encounter accidentally appeared in the young man's resolute and pure black pupils.