Armed Train in the Apocalypse

After two or three seconds, Hu Shuo finally pushed the door open and entered. Seeing that everything in the carriage was normal, he stepped aside to let the somewhat awkward Lin Xia and others in.

Besides him, there were a medic and Han Qin with her daughter.

They first greeted the train conductor before turning to do their own tasks.

Hu Shuo brought a booklet to Su Huan’s bedside, showing him the events that had occurred on the train over the past two days.

With more and more people on the armed train, the number of incidents increased as well. Coupled with refined management, a large number of administrative tasks required Su Huan’s decisions every day.

These were even after Yu Jing had processed them once.

Su Huan casually took the thick booklet from Hu Shuo and pretended to block his view with it while glancing over at He Jie.

To be honest, his wife Han Qin was truly quite beautiful. Combined with her being a university art teacher, her temperament was quite refined.

She was straightforward and easygoing in dealing with others.

In just a couple of days on the train, she had already gotten along well with everyone.

Although Han Qin was a few years younger than Old He, she was a full cycle older than Qu Hang.

Su Huan thought that matter with Qu Hang was a misunderstanding, but who would have thought the world was so small.

The photo in Qu Hang’s arms was indeed of Han Qin.

Under the persistent observation of the train conductor, it took quite a bit of time to finally clear up the whole story.

When his former superior Qu Hang was in school, he had fallen for his university teacher Han Qin. Knowing full well that she was a married woman, he pursued her anyway, but with Han Qin’s child already being so big, how could she accept her student? She just considered it a temporary lapse from him and rejected him. Later, Qu Hang joined the military, and the matter faded away.

So fundamentally, nothing happened between them.

But whoever has this happen feels uneasy.

Were it not for He Jie being genuinely good-natured, he would have dealt with Qu Hang long ago.

Once Han Qin and her child left, the previously harmonious atmosphere dropped to freezing point again.

He Jie’s cheerful face instantly turned grim, glaring at Qu Hang, who was beside him, meditating with his eyes closed, staring at the ceiling.

Qu Hang puffed his cheeks and spat a piece of metal into the trash can.

”Tsk, Old He, your wife is truly virtuous. She even prepared you spinach soup. I haven’t had dehydrated vegetables for days,” the train conductor smacked his lips and sighed.

Yu Yue’s beautiful large eyes flickered for a moment. She silently replaced the dried fruit in her hands with freeze-dried strawberries and brought them to Su Huan’s mouth.

He Jie, well accustomed to the train conductor’s nature of fearing a lack of chaos, treated his words as nonsense and warned in a deep voice, ”You kid, remember this clearly. I might even allow you to have ideas about my daughter, but my wife, absolutely not!”

Qu Hang crossed his arms and remained silent.

Seeing his demeanor, Su Huan knew there would be no spectacle today.

His old superior, though not very old, had a rather steady temperament—not like Liang Kuan, who appeared gentle on the surface but was explosive inside, but like a stone, unmovable, revealing a fleeting sharpness only when enemies passed by.

Seeing the train conductor refocus, Hu Shuo cautiously changed the direction of the booklet in his hand.

Su Huan was not at all embarrassed for being caught slacking off and continued to read.

Yu Jing and her team already knew him well and had placed the post-battle summary at the front, especially the spoils section, which listed a detailed inventory.

It was divided into two parts: one for the inventory of materials and the other for personnel.

”Ten sections of enhanced train, one ten-thousand-ton locomotive.”

”Three armored personnel carriers, equipped with 12.7 heavy machine guns + mine-resistant V-shaped chassis.”

”One modular bullet production line, capable of producing various standard rifle rounds.”

”Twelve large-scale medical devices, twenty-six smaller supporting devices...”

”Two hundred discarded [Iron Curtain-A2] assault rifles from the Law Enforcer, cannot attach grenades, secondary weapons, tactical sets...”

”Ten thousand regular Pan-energy Crystals, 136 Tier One Pan-energy Crystals, two Tier Two Pan-energy Crystals.”

”A total of 314 various genetic agents.”

”Seventy-four types of Tier One materials, twelve types of Tier Two materials, thirty-five types of mutant plants, twenty-two types of new synthetic materials, all with cultivation instructions and synthesis formulas. Some missing parts have corresponding research personnel.”

”...”

The inventory spanned three large sections.

From weaponry and equipment to evolutionary resources and ordinary survival materials, everything was included, easing some of Su Huan’s frowns.

”Conductor, detailed descriptions of each spoil are included in the following section,” Hu Shuo respectfully stated.

Su Huan continued flipping through, eyes showing some appreciation.

As expected of professionals, they had listed almost all the questions he might want to ask.

For instance, the parameters of the newly captured train, whether it could drive the already ten-thousand-ton armed train, and detailed data on what terrain could bear how heavy a carriage.

The armored personnel carriers originally mounted shells, not heavy machine guns, but since the Steel Council lacked the capability to produce artillery, heavy machine guns were used as substitutes.

”Why can’t this bullet production line switch molds to produce pistol rounds?”

Su Huan suddenly asked out of curiosity.

Hu Shuo, evidently having done his homework, immediately replied, ”Pistol rounds (fast-burning propellant) and rifle rounds (slow-burning propellant) require different filling equipment. Current bullet production lines adjusted by AI intelligence can easily achieve this, but this production line from the Steel Council, no one knows where they got it, can only switch within standard rifle rounds.”

Su Huan nodded.

During several engagements with the Steel Council, the train mainly consumed large-caliber ammunition over 12.7, followed by standard rifle rounds, with pistol rounds consumed less than even Yu Yue’s armor-piercing rounds.

The current stockpile was more than sufficient.