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Chapter 155 Colonel

The last 100 kilometers away from Lingshan City.

The cold rails divide the world into two sides.

On one side is the coast that is eroded by the tsunami and is full of holes and the cliffs stand as smooth as a mirror.

On the other side are the mountains, vast folds and jungles, and various strange-shaped plants are mixed, building their kingdoms on the ruins of the once prosperous city.

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

At the darkest time of the disaster era, the waves that devoured the world once rushed to hundreds of kilometers inland. Countless ancient cities with countless civilizations gathered in the past have turned into water towns and territories. The devastated nightmare has not completely subsided until today.

Those towns that have been soaked in the seabed for a long time, even if they see the light of day again three to five years later, are completely unsuitable to serve as a habitat for humans.

The nutrients rich in the seabed silt cause various animals and plants to grow wildly on the ruins of the city.

Perhaps because the spiritual energy has begun to leak continuously, the growth rate of animals and plants in the disaster era was particularly rapid. Not only did the animals recover from their wildness thousands of years ago, many plants could also secrete a toxic and hallucinating breath, not to mention the strange mushrooms and spores, which always release strange miasma, turning the "city" and "wild" into completely different paradises and hells.

If humans in the Nirvana Age were not living in large cities with a highly dense population and increasingly developing towards honeycombization, they would live in refuges with strong force and rely on synthetic food provided by large industries to survive.

As the population climbed back to more than 7 billion, the wilderness became increasingly wide and sparsely populated, desolate and desolate, and crises were everywhere.

Especially when the train roared, stirring up a colorful birds deep in the jungle. When all kinds of wild beasts screamed and howled, the train full of steel and technological power formed a strange contrast with the hellish wilderness on earth.

This is a low-speed freight train.

Both the front and the carriage are equipped with thick armor, like an iron coffin that is airtight.

Every three freight carriages, there will be a turret bulging high and shooting holes are all over the body, like a battle carriage that is shining with cold light like an iron hedgehog.

A rapid-fire turret, three heavy machine gun turrets, and even two rocket launch bases that rotate 360 ​​degrees in all directions. The firepower is extremely powerful, and ordinary bandits and rebels dare not approach, let alone wild beasts lying in the depths of the jungle.

What is surprising is that in several carriages, some soldiers in camouflage uniforms were sitting upright. In the strong wind at a speed of over 100 hours, they were as steady as steel nails and moved freely.

These soldiers...

There are Caucasian races with tall cows and large horses, black people with dark skin, developed figures and stout bears, and jungle people with agility as a monkeys. Of course, there are also Oriental people with black hair and black eyes, and even tribal people with red skin and tattoos.

No matter what race, the look is extremely fierce. For them, the howling wind is just a cool breeze in the summer afternoon. The deep part of everyone's eyes is filled with a glimmer of light that looks down on life and death. This is a unique temperament that only elite veterans who have lived for the rest of their lives have.

However, most veterans were seriously injured such as missing arms and broken legs.

Almost everyone has more or less a piece of arm or leg replaced with shiny metal prosthetics, and some even have sabers, guns and various killing tools directly placed on the prosthetics.

The killing prosthetic limbs, combined with their indifferent expression, showed their ferocity more and more.

Veterans don't like to use standard equipment. Even camouflage uniforms and tactical vests are varied. Only the battle emblem on their chests is exactly the same. It is a burning hurricane. "Fierce Wind" represents one of the world's top mercenary groups, the Fierce Wind Commando.

Of course, it was "once".

The veterans laughed and quarreled, not taking this ordinary guard mission in front of them at all. They hit their chests with their hard prosthetic limbs as hard as iron, and even the strong wind could not hide their crazy laughter.

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

This is a man with white hair and a dark green military windbreaker, letting the windbreaker be blown by the strong windbreaker and making noise.

His left face was torn from top to bottom by a deep wound. The wound was so deep that the bones were turned outward, and his entire eyeball was shattered, so he was wearing an eye mask that was also embroidered with the Fierce Wind War Emblem.

However, the emotions revealed by the painful and ferocious face were only endless melancholy. He leaned against the turret, like an old tree struck by lightning but not losing his vitality, playing the harmonica low and whirlwind, allowing the strong wind to tear the low and whirlwind sound of the harmonica into strands.

If you were a person who had been mercenary circles, you might be able to hear it from the fragmented sound. This is a very famous mercenary song, telling the story of a young man who was full of energy and set foot on the battlefield for money and hope. After more than ten years of countless battles, he fell into the jungle in the last battle.

In the lyrics, the mercenaries used a playful tone to describe in detail how this unlucky comrade rotted in the jungle, gnawed by snakes, insects, rats and ants, and finally turned into a handful of bones.

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

Suddenly, the roars of wild beasts came from the jungle in the distance.

Suddenly, smoke and dust rolled, and a large number of wild boars rushed out of the jungle and rushed towards the train in groups.

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

After all, as the spiritual energy revives, the intelligence of wild beasts is slowly growing, knowing the power of steel and gunpowder.

But the group of wild boars seemed to be crazy, staring at the red eyes and rushing towards the train regardless of everything.

The cynical mercenaries who were just smiling and cynical just now instantly changed their faces and jumped into their respective combat posts like the most precise machinery. After half a second, hundreds of flames gushed out, and condensed into a bright "dead line" dozens of meters away from the train.

No matter how rough and thick a wild boar is, it is still flesh and blood. How can it resist the technological crystallizations specially invented by humans for killing?

For a moment, all the wild boars who dared to cross the dead line had their skin and flesh, their tendons and bones were broken, and their holes were full of holes.

Fishy blood marks were left on the earth, and vultures were slowly hovering in the sky.

The remaining wild boars were like crazy and demons, trampling on their companions' bodies, and still attacking them regardless of the consequences.

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

It was not until a deafening roar came from the depths of the forest, and with seven or eight big trees tilted left and right, a huge wild boar-like monster with red and scallops rushed out, and the harmonica sounded paused.

This wild boar...

Rather than being an ignorant beast, it is better to say it is a tank formed by steel bars and iron bones. In addition to two blade-like fangs, it actually has a rhino-shaped horn growing on its forehead. Natural patterns are engraved on the horn, and there is a faint light lingering around the horn!

Its speed exceeds that of the speeding cheetah, easily caught up with the train with a speed of over 100 per hour. Bullets like pouring rain hit it, bounced or dodged one after another, and it was unscathed, adding a bit of fierce momentum.

"Colin!"

A black mercenary shouted, "It's a monster that has absorbed enough spiritual energy and has mutated!"

When looking back, the "colonel" had already withdrawn his harmonica and placed a heavy anti-equipment sniper like a giant cannon on his hands and knees in his knees, aiming at the mutant monster.

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The mutant wild boar king is getting faster and faster. While rushing at the extreme speed, he also dodges agilely, as if a combination of a wild boar and a cheetah.

The colonel's blood was as cold as his eyes. When he looked closely, every bunch of muscle fibers around him was trembling subtly, counteracting the shock caused by the speeding train, and keeping his one-eyed, both hands and sniper rifle absolutely, absolutely still.

The Mutant Wild Boar King is only two hundred meters away from the train.

The colonel had not fired a gun, it looked like a statue frozen on the roof of the car.

The Mutant Wild Boar King is only one hundred meters away from the train.

The colonel was still waiting, allowing the wind to flow wildly on the ends of his hair and the folds of his clothes.

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

"Bang!"

The mutant wild boar king paused suddenly, and the colonel shot when he was about to jump up.

Near the eye socket of the mutant wild boar king, blood splattered everywhere, and his huge body weighing several tons fell heavily and rolled on the ground dozens of times.

Many mercenaries looked at the colonel again and found that he had quietly put away the heavy sniper rifle, not caring about the life and death of the mutant wild boar king, leaning on the turret again, holding the harmonica, and continuing to play the mercenary song with a strange tone.

In front of the railway tracks, the direction of Lingshan City was covered with dark clouds, just like a large army was approaching.
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