"Okay!" Zhao Yan agreed and called the young man who had been following him, "Xiao Liu, you go and do it right away. Also, I remember there is a batch of medicines in the car. Find them immediately. The sooner the better!
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The young man agreed and left the team.
At this time, everyone had entered Car No. 11 and saw the car full of government workers. Ye Han suddenly felt that he was so out of place here and couldn't help but ask: "Secretary Zhao, are there no more of us behind you?"
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"No more!" Secretary Zhao said, "Cars one to eight belong to your bureau, carriages nine to fourteen belong to our government department, and the freight cars behind them are all freight cars."
Ye Han gritted his teeth: "How many soldiers are there who know how to shoot? It's best to be from the field army."
"I don't know about this. I'll arrange for someone to do the counting right away," Zhao Yan said.
"Where are the guns? Where are our guns?" 527 couldn't stand it anymore.
"Your guns all belong to the military. You have handed all weapons and ammunition back to the military before driving." Zhao Yan said.
"What? What should we do?" 527 almost jumped up, "We ran back here at the risk of losing our heads, not to hide from Qingjing!"
"I understand, don't worry first." Secretary Zhao reassured, "The armored compartment at the rear of the car must have the weapons you need!"
527's eyes lit up: "Yes, armored carriage!"
Ye Han very covertly gave 527 an idiot look, and moved forward without any hesitation.
The group of people passed through five carriages in succession and arrived at the rear of carriage No. 14. After that were seven freight carriages. Ye Han and others had to cross these seven freight carriages before they could enter the armored carriage.
Due to the obstruction of these seven freight cars, no one was willing to leave the train at the risk of being attacked by giant ants, otherwise Zhao Yan would have organized people to remove the weapons from the armored carriages.
Now, this problem must be solved by Ye Han.
In Zhao Yan's eyes, the issue of life and death was nothing to Ye Han. It was nothing more than leaving the train and running for a while.
The length of the freight carriage is only about half that of the passenger carriage. The seven trucks combined are less than 100 meters, and a full sprint can only take more than ten seconds. More importantly, there is no giant giant visible within a radius of 100 meters from the rear of the vehicle.
Ant infestation!
This strange phenomenon caught Ye Han's attention. After careful observation, he found that there were only a few anthills near Car No. 14, instead of the anthills everywhere before.
Ye Han secretly guessed that the huge ant pit was probably the new nest of giant ants. The location of the train was probably at the edge of the ant nest.
This ant nest was probably dug under the railway track recently, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why the trains in the past few days were able to pass through safely.
Several people led by Ye Han decisively left the train, and half a minute later, everyone successfully arrived at the armored carriage.
The armored carriage at the rear of the vehicle was modified from a freight carriage. There were a row of fist-sized shooting holes on the side of the carriage, and two hand-welded fully enclosed machine gun positions were installed on the top. Each machine gun position held a large-caliber anti-aircraft gun.
machine gun.
527 cautiously approached the four-open carriage door, raised his pistol and looked around, then turned back in confusion and shouted: "Why is there no one in the car?"
"Do you have a gun?" Ye Han jumped into the carriage with both hands. The huge carriage was empty except for a dozen large and small military green wooden boxes piled in the corner of the carriage.
Ye Han's eyes lit up, he dragged a box with a number written on the outside, opened the lid with great expectation, and sighed in disappointment.
"What's wrong?" 527 came over curiously and grinned when he saw the row of straight black firearms in the box, "Hey, shotgun, this one is good!"
"It would be nice if there were machine guns." Ye Han said dissatisfied.
The remaining boxes are all very small, and you can tell at a glance that they contain bullets.
"How can a machine gun be so useful?" 527 picked up a shotgun and weighed it in his hand. "One shot is one piece. You don't even have to aim to hit those two whiskers!"
Ye Han sighed: "The ants won't die just by beating my beard. It would be nice if there was a machine gun..."
"Aren't there two above?" 527 pointed to the top of his head.
"Forget it." Ye Han thanked him, "That thing weighs at least twenty kilograms, can you hold it?"
Having said that, Ye Han still refused to give up and opened all the boxes. As expected, most of the boxes contained bullets, and a few boxes contained grenades, and one of them actually contained tear gas!
Ye Han was so pleasantly surprised that he immediately called the others to gather together.
Just a little smell of this stuff can make people burst into tears. The effect may not be that exaggerated when used on giant ants, but there is nothing more suitable for blocking pheromones than tear gas!
The six people immediately divided up the weapons and ammunition, returned smoothly in just a few minutes, and rushed to Car No. 9.
On the way, Ye Han asked about the situation of Car No. 9 and learned from Zhao Yan that since Car No. 9 did not overturn, only a few passengers were slightly injured and everyone had already been transferred to other cars.
Zhao Yan originally wanted to organize people to move the people out of the No. 8 car, but when he was lying on the door and saw giant ants crawling in and out of the No. 8 car, he had to give up the idea.
Zhao Yan looked guilty when he said this, and repeatedly emphasized that it was to protect the passengers in other carriages, and his face looked like he wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground.
Ye Han didn't comment on this, and just said a few words casually, without revealing any clues on his face.
Ye Han and Zhao Yan were not familiar with each other, and he was not Zhao Yan's superior. In terms of rank, he was much lower than Zhao Yan. Even if Zhao Yan felt extremely guilty, he should have confessed to the police officers who had been harmed, rather than be with him.
Ye Han confided in her feelings of necessity.
It is a taboo in life to have a casual relationship and talk deeply. Ye Han has long since passed the age where someone will instantly become enthusiastic after saying a few words that seem to be heartbreaking. He will not have any opinions because of Zhao Yan's withdrawal, nor will he stand for Zhao Yan.
Rock spread his compulsion.
Life is like a drama and it all depends on acting. Only the devil knows whether Zhao Yan is telling the truth or not.
The group of people rushed to the end of Car No. 9. Ye Han looked through the broken joint of the car and saw the broken window in the middle of Car No. 8 from the outside.
Giant ants could not be seen outside the car window, but the nearby car was stained purple-black with dried blood, and a group of large-headed flies were darting in and out of the car window, circling, rising and falling.
Ye Han carefully avoided the twisted metal piece on the cross section and approached the compartment door of Car No. 8.
The glass on the door has been shattered, and there are still a lot of broken glass left on the outer ring. On the stubble of the broken glass, traces of blood have long solidified, and a few pieces of skin scraped off by the glass are stuck in the solidified blood, stinging the leaves.
Han's eyes hurt.
His eyes turned to the carriage. The corpses and wounded people piled up in the car had disappeared, leaving only an empty carriage. The only trace of the presence of the passengers was the trail of blood left on the ground.
