Steel steam and flame

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 manager's forehead 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 to be taken away were refugees. He fired six shots into the sky with great power, and the sound was so loud that his own ears were still ringing, but to the group in front of him... No! Their number cannot be described. It should be described as a densely packed sea of ​​people. The deterrence of pistols has no effect on them because there are too many of them.

The train station is located next to Visayas Fortress. The sudden spread of war 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 pitifully weak laws suddenly lost their effect, thieves and bandits flourished, the army failed to control it, and factories closed down. Every day, countless people died here due to war and hunger and cold. Everyone wanted to leave this place that was about to become A hellish place.

They couldn't afford to sit on ordinary passenger trains, so only freight trains like the Imperial Train were suitable for them.

Valendau set aside the magazine on the pistol, intending to throw out the six-round cartridge cases that smelled pungently of gunpowder smoke and replace them with new brass-cased bullets. But the flow of people spreading around the entire station has gathered strength, pushing and swarming like waves in the sea that are constantly beating on the rocks. The people behind want to squeeze to the front, so they push hard. The people in front want to get closer and get the best position to get on the bus, so they use the force to push forward. Wallendao's body was pushed by this irresistible force, and the magazine he was holding in his hand fell. Six bullets fell to the ground, scattered on the fine barbed wire pedals under his feet. His body involuntarily took a few steps back and hit the half-man-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 just one meter away in front of him, and 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, with flames called anger gushing out from his body. In his rage, he didn't notice the joystick being pressed down by his body.

So behind him, there was a unique sound of steam gushing out when several air valves were opened and closed. Driven by the steam, the steel pulleys operated on the track, and several streaks of white steam emerged from the joints of the door leaves. The thick and ferocious cargo box door slowly opened. Slowly opening it, it bites its sharp teeth like a dragon opening its floodgates.

The third floor of the cargo container, which was 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 faces twisted in pain as if they were seeing heaven, eager to break free from the shackles of hell.

Oh my God, I'm so excited now. Under Wallendao'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 Wallundao was swallowed up in an instant. It became an outlet and sent a huge signal. The administrators with extremely limited manpower could not resist this crazy crowd. More and more container doors were slowly opened under the rhythm of steam. Refugees were swarming in, squeezing and pushing. Some were lucky enough to have holes in their shoes. After being stepped on, some people fell in front of the cargo box with distorted faces forever, while others were pushed off the platform. They groaned in pain from a height of several meters and murmured 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 none of this changes the fact before us. The station has completely lost control.

Even though his body was huge and thick, he still had 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 always the danger of being destroyed.

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.

Wallendao felt like he was about to be squeezed into a pancake, and there was a huge sense of oppression all over his body. What's even more frightening is that the hand holding the pistol can no longer be withdrawn from the advancing crowd. The advancing crowd is giving his fingers more and more strength and erosion. So after a few breaths, my finger finally couldn't hold on and was stuck in the trigger. There was also the pain of squeezing and friction from people on the left and right. With a few fingers shaking, the revolver fell down.

There was a layer of tattered shoes beneath, and the pistol's fall stirred no sound. As soon as the pistol was laid on a worn-out cotton shoe, a foot kicked it over. The pistol became a by-product of the wave and began its fantastic journey in the connected cargo box.

These hateful refugees, these damn idiots! Valendao cursed in his heart. He finally climbed up to the roof of the truck by pulling the door frame of the truck. One of his tightly tied rubber shoes could be stepped on, and the buttons of his thick cotton-padded jacket had fallen apart. . He ran hard towards the noble 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 Rearrangement in front of them, which was being beaten by the wave of people. There were so many people entering the cargo box, but the flow of people behind seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

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 get through this chaotic place. Enter the train under the circumstances.

Usually they don't even have the 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. The station's defense force was just an empty shell at this point.

"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 and shit go to hell." The chief said this sentence almost through gritted teeth. It was not because of the trouble caused to him by the station's loss of control, but because those refugees who were trampled to death on the ground wanted to avoid being questioned by the superiors. These people all had 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 retracted.

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 behind could not see what was going on in front, and could only hear the sound of steam and the whistle. The train seemed to be leaving, which made them even crazier.

This is a channel filled with human bodies. The platform is four meters from the train rails and three meters from the cargo door. But it only took about ten breaths for the huge cavity between the platform and the train to be filled with human bodies.

More people stepped on the soft human body, and they just thought it was a pile of rubber shoes. The retrain was already slowly moving, and they wanted to climb onto the cargo box and get in through the open vent.

The still-red furnace was started again, and the huge body of the rearranger made a creaking sound. The steel rails, as bright as metal, slowly rolled forward, and the soft human bodies in front of him were as weak as air.

Zhongli finally escaped from the station. People who didn't get on the bus chased after them, crying, cursing, and pleading. People who get on the bus feel happy, happy and relaxed. There is only a layer of bright red minced meat on the railway track that is silent and silent.

"Damn it." The director was in a bad mood. There were corpses piled up on the railway track, and cleaning them up would cost a lot of money.

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 also very strong, he was still squeezed into a corner next to the cargo box. The vents were closed, and the air suddenly seemed extremely dry and dull. He silently watched the luggage at his feet. The people crowded on the left and right had pale faces, full of traces of being eroded by the cold wind.

The steam whistle sounded 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. The vents were opened again, and the cold air poured in, but everyone's faces were obviously relieved.

Someone in the cargo box was mumbling to themselves. They were praying to the Holy Emperor. It was the Holy Emperor's kindness and glory that they could come up to the cargo box.

Kasia leaned against the cargo box, his eyelids getting heavier a little. 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. But he knew that at least it was not the time to sleep now. The new people who got on the bus had already breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. They began to look around and look at their surroundings with the eyes of evil wolves who had been hungry for more than ten days. He was afraid that when he woke up, the suitcase under his feet would only have two pieces of hard leather.

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 person 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 were only wearing clothes that could barely withstand the cold, and it was difficult to find pairs of shoes on their feet. The first thing they do after getting in the car is to pick up shoes that fit their feet. Some are better than none.

Cassia, who almost forced herself to stay energetic, finally made it to nightfall, without a drop of water or any food for almost half the day. He felt like his throat was on fire with thirst, and his stomach ached with hunger. The gas lights were dim, and after only half a day, everyone's faces were already full of exhaustion.

Several people had already gone to the food bins in front to buy food.

Cassia sat and stretched 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 in 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 stars that flashed by the vents from time to time. 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 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. in. 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 cautiously among them step by step towards the food container. 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 expression on his face also seemed to be becoming 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.