My Players Are So Fierce

1850: Chapter 617: Ride a Horse?

Bah, We Transia People Have a Better Way to Get Around Now_3

1850 -617: Ride a Horse?

Bah, We Transia People Have a Better Way to Get Around Now_3

I know you, this ‘love the people like your own children’ guy, probably wouldn’t be willing.

But you have seen it, we’re indeed making a ‘secret weapon’, if you want the Black Disaster to pass faster, then lend a hand.

We have to finish a batch and send them to the frontline before the number of Wolf People exceeds the Maginot Line’s limit.

Now everyone knows the situation is tough, combat professionals are risking their lives on the front line, we administrators and manufacturers must also shoulder our responsibilities.

So, let’s get through this together.”

“Uh, I understand the principle…”

Tepar looked at the classic style black Sten in his hand.

Even as a non-military enthusiast, he had heard about the various ‘good reputations’ of this thing.

He timidly placed it aside with both hands to avoid it ‘misfiring’ and taking him unexpectedly.

He said:

“But this thing…

uh, just to clarify, our Rushing River Knights Group definitely won’t use it!

We’d rather use the big bolt-action.”

“Don’t worry, once we get through the Black Disaster, with time, energy, and sufficient resources, we’ll start researching the stamping process to prepare for the PPSh, and the first batch will be for you!”

“Hey, that’s good!”

—

“Woo woo!”

Strange whistle sounds echoed on the road outside the mountain village named “Mystery Island”.

After Mr.

Vomit Mud Sauce, the director of the Transylvania Winter Wind Vehicle Factory, personally shoveled selected coal into the boiler, the bizarre four-wheeled car seemed to be activated with life, moving slowly under the awkward control of A Pink Pear.

As a professional driver with a special license, Pink Pear had driven many cars, even a high-end Earth Rover costing millions of dollars just some time ago.

But this veteran driver could be sure he was absolutely the first among all contemporary drivers to drive a ‘coal-burning car’.

He sat on a very ‘plain’ and very original seat, holding a big, black, and crude steering wheel, feeling the strange vibrations constantly coming from below his buttocks, along with the bizarre mechanical structure of the engine powered by ‘boiler power’.

Honestly, Pink Pear’s ‘driver instinct’ was telling him this clunker might explode in the next second, blowing him and Vomit Mud Sauce who was constantly shoveling coal in the ‘power room’ behind into the sky.

In the rolling black smoke, he couldn’t help but complain:

“I say, don’t you guys have the blueprints for internal combustion engines?

Get on with it!

Why insist on making this steam-engine truck, man, I’m telling you, I’m really nervous right now, I don’t dare to press the accelerator…

Although our lives are consumables, if we’re blown up by our own boiler, we’d have a new black history.”

“Stop talking nonsense, just drive it when you’re told to!

We’ve tested it, the Burning Gold catalyst has improved the thermal efficiency of the steam engine to the power level of the internal combustion engine, absolutely no problem in terms of power, just floor the accelerator!

Stepping on it while standing up is no problem either.”

Vomit Mud Sauce, with a face full of black soot, kicked the front seat.

As a vehicle engineer, he couldn’t stand Pink Pear making outrageous remarks about his cherished creation.

Though it was indeed a bit shabby, indeed not very stable, and indeed needed coal to provide abundant power, this didn’t change the fact that the two of them were driving the first real ‘car’ on this Continent!

Modeled entirely after the classic Dongfeng truck, except the front part was quite strange, extended to accommodate the ‘combustion chamber’, which was the place to add coal for the steam engine.

Alright, rather than a car, this thing was more like a four-wheeled steam locomotive.

Only in a place like Transylvania with a magical tech tree could such a peculiar creation be born.

After being harshly berated by Vomit Mud Sauce, Pink Pear steeled his heart, floored the accelerator, and started the first car race on the Continent.

But you wouldn’t believe it, after pushing down the accelerator and the strange engine started to buzz, the whole car’s vibration significantly reduced, once the speed picked up, Pink Pear skillfully turned the steering wheel to make an S-curve on the road that had been specially prepared.

Then, amidst the exclaims of the onlookers, he intended to do a drift.

But when he stepped on the brakes, he realized something was wrong.

“Uh…

Vomit Mud Sauce, something feels off with the brakes?

Are you sure the brake pads are intact?

Why is the speed still increasing!”

“It shouldn’t be!

I clearly assembled the car strictly according to the most classic brake structure blueprint…

In theory, it just needs, uh, this isn’t an internal combustion engine, this is an enhanced steam engine with Burning Gold…

Damn!

Jump out of the car!

Quick!”

“Damn you damn, I’ve fought Werewolves and never died!

Now I’m going to be killed by your unreliable thing, I’ll haunt you if I become a ghost…”

“Boom”