Armed Train in the Apocalypse

Seeing Xiaoba’s difficulty, Su Yi didn’t insist and returned to the dining car with a group of companions to eat.

Yu Yue and Han Qin had already prepared a large table of food. Professor Wang Duoyu, responsible for train modifications, was discussing with Li Han how to massively cultivate a certain plant on the train, while Huang Sea was shaking his head repeatedly nearby.

He Jie didn’t smoke, but he seemed much more silent compared to three years ago, somewhat similar to the silent Liang Kuan beside him. When others asked about the Armed Corps, Mountain Goat answered on their behalf.

Compared to three years ago, there were also a few new faces at the dining table, such as Major Huayang and Lieutenant Colonel Mongoose.

The former always wore a playful grin, making witty remarks that adjusted the atmosphere at the table. He seemed to get along well with everyone, even managing to converse with Chen Ziliang, who was often eccentric due to mental issues.

But in the presence of another, the two of them were already considered veterans.

Su Han stood beside the cabinet, helping Yu Yue and the others to serve dishes. Compared to three years ago, the girl’s transformation was most evident, her demeanor strikingly similar to the train conductor before leaving—restrained yet cool. She was dressed in a visually heavy long gown, black base with white overlay, wrapping herself tightly.

The girl who once survived through begging has now become a Tier Three Evolver.

At sixteen years old, her evolution speed was only slightly behind monsters like Master Eight and Lin Jin, and in battles against the Pale Demon, she demonstrated remarkable fighting ability and war acumen.

Even Huayang, who was emerging in military command, praised the girl greatly.

Additionally, the girl had an exceptional talent in potion crafting.

Officially, she’s responsible for forty percent of Wan Xing’s workload, but in reality, it’s at least eighty percent, allowing the salted fish ample time to savor niche shows from before the apocalypse.

Seeing the little kids coming in, Su Han first nodded to Xiaoba at the front, ”Master Eight.”

The latter seemed to have something on his mind, casually greeted, and walked towards Hu Shuo at the table.

Suddenly, Su Han felt something bump into her leg, but since the opponent was too harmless, it didn’t even trigger her instinctive alertness. Looking down, she saw the displeased Su Yi.

Su Han patted little Su Yi’s head, then lifted him up and placed him on a chair.

Turning her head, little Su Yan and Su Li had already instinctively opened their arms.

After arranging all the little ones who couldn’t reach the chairs, Su Han sat behind Su Yi, gently coaxing, ”Did something unhappy happen at school? Tell your sister?”

Not far away, Liu Yu, who had just sat down, suddenly shivered, wanting to say something. However, feeling the cool gaze from the girl’s eyes, he immediately shut his mouth.

His evolution level couldn’t compare to the girl’s; in three years, he was only a Tier Two Evolver, while Su Han had already become a ”Commander” major in the Armed Corps.

This is a special position in the Armed Corps; only two people hold it.

They are Su Han and Huayang.

Holding the command title allows one to take over commanding large-scale wars in the absence of generals. All officers and below must follow orders. Amidst the ongoing war against the Pale Demon, apart from He Jie, the highest commander, and Xiaoba, the Tier Four quasi-general, Su Han can command everyone.

If she really wanted to beat him, no one could intervene. His teacher wouldn’t stoop to plead for a little girl but would instead spit on his face.

Su Yi looked at the table full of dishes in confusion and brought up the matter concerning Jiang Zhuo.

Though young, Su Yi’s language logic was clear, and everyone’s attention gradually became captivated by his narration.

”... Why is everyone different?”

Su Yi sincerely asked.

The dining table instantly quieted down, everyone exchanging looks. Yu Yue wanted to say something but wavered, seeing Su Yi’s serious demeanor.

Even He Jie, immersed in his own world, raised his eyelids.

Some questions naturally dissipate with growth—not because the problem vanished, but because reality gradually provides answers.

For adults, Su Yi’s question was simple; there were countless ways to answer him—realistic, humorous, or a piece of unresigned survival wisdom.

But these answers, faced with a child’s sincerity, were undoubtedly hypocritical.

He simply wanted to know why he could eat what he liked, whereas Jiang Zhuo, similar to him, could only eat steamed buns dipped in sauce.

Su Han furrowed her brow, wanting to say something but felt it was inappropriate. She then looked towards the others for help.

Mongoose’s ears twitched, his gaze flickering. The golden pupils displayed concentric circles, Huayang fell into a long contemplation, Mountain Goat, Tong Zizhan, and others found this matter difficult.

While they had killed many, ultimately, they were people growing up in a moral society and naturally wouldn’t indoctrinate children with the pirate theory of the strong taking everything.

But this is the apocalypse and the unchanged reality for a long time in the future.

If it were an ordinary child, a little fooling would suffice. But this was Su Huan’s child, and he was smart—he thought more at three than typical teenage children. Every change in Su Yi’s cognition might be closely related to their interests, so they dared not speak recklessly.

The pressure thus fell on the senior experts present.

Just as Professor Ma was preparing a relatively gentle answer, Hu Shuo’s voice sounded.

”Because our resources aren’t enough to distribute equally to everyone.”