Steel Steam and Flame

　　 A sharp and piercing friction suddenly erupted from the bottom of the car. The train seemed to let out its last breath in the noise, and finally stopped by the station.

The outside sound intensified at this moment, the angry roars of men, the oozing screams of women, and the miserable cry of countless children. At this moment, dozens of runners still gushing with smoke and flames were pressed. Style pistol.

The station is like a frantic symphony out of control. There are all kinds of emotions, colorful and distorted faces, the foreheads of the managers' blood vessels, the look of contempt and disgust of the nobles hurriedly boarding in the noble passage, and of course there are goods. There are countless faces in the carriage that are silent and dark.

　　 Warendo, the administrator, wore a black leather cap on his forehead, and his face flushed red from the roar. There were no more goods to carry here, and all refugees were to be pulled away. He fired six shots into the sky in a row. The power was so powerful that his ears were still faintly roaring with the sound, but the group in front of him...no! A group of them can no longer describe the number of them, it should be said that it is a dense crowd of people. The deterrence of the pistol has no effect on them because they are too numerous.

　　 The railway station is located next to the Visaya Fortress. The sudden spread of war in the past few months has led to 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 poorly weak laws of the empire suddenly lost its effect, thieves and bandits thrived, the army was impeccably controlled, and the factory closed down. Every day countless people here die because of war and hunger. Everyone who wants to leave is about to become A place of hell.

　　 Ordinary passenger trains can't afford them, only trucks like the Empire's rearrangement fit their taste.

　　 Wallendo put aside the bullet nest on the pistol. He wanted to discard the six rounds of the pungent gunpowder and replace them with new brass bullets. But the flow of people spreading around the entire station has gathered strength, pushing and embracing it, like waves in the sea constantly beating on the rocks. The person behind wanted to squeeze forward, so he pushed hard, and the person in front wanted to take a step closer and stand firm in the best place to get on the car, so he took advantage of his strength to rush forward. Pushed by this irresistible force, Varendo's body fell, and the clamp he was holding in his hand fell, and six bullets landed ping-pong, scattered on the fine barbed wire pedals under his feet. His body involuntarily stepped back a few steps, slammed into the half-person-high steel joystick, and his flesh and chubby flushed face trembled a few times because of the tremendous power.

　　 He quickly found his balance and stood up, his bloodshot eyes glared at the people who were just one meter away. At this moment, the sweat on his forehead seemed to have been evaporated by the heat of the blood in his raging blood vessels. I saw his bear-like body stepping forward, and a flame called anger spurted from his body. His anger kept him unaware of the joystick being pressed down by his body.

As a result, several airflow valves opened and closed behind him, and the unique sound of steam spurting. Driven by the steam, the steel pulleys operated on the track, and a few white steam came out from the junction of the door and door. The heavy and hideous cargo door slowed down. Slowly opened, the sharp teeth that snapped like a dragon opened its gate.

　　 The third floor of the cargo box, one head higher than the platform, finally saw the light again. This side was dozens of pale faces squinting down, and the other side was a painful and distorted face that seemed to see heaven and longed to break free from hell.

　　 God, this is a big deal. Under his serious, contorted and frightened face, Valendo screamed in all his heart.

　　 The flow of people suddenly turned into a huge wave, and the small reef of Valendo was instantly swallowed. It became a catharsis, and it also sent a huge signal. Administrators with extremely limited manpower can't resist this crazy crowd at all. More and more cargo box doors are slowly opened under the rhythm of steam. Refugees are swarming, squeezing and pushing, and some are lucky only with broken shoes. When they were stepped on, some had their faces twisted and fell forever in front of the cargo box, and some were pushed off the platform. The height of a few meters made them groan in pain, and muttered the Holy Emperor for help.

　　 Warrendao felt bitter in his heart, unable to tell, he kept babbling and cursing, and from time to time he opened his hoarse throat and roared a few times. But none of this can change the fact that the station has completely lost control.

　　 Even though his body is huge and thick, he still doesn't have the strength to resist before the waves of people surge. Just like a small boat swaying on the water in a stormy night, it is in danger of being destroyed at any time.

　　 The crowd squeezed him forward, and under his feet was a layer of trampled shoes. At this moment, they seemed to have transformed into sea sand and rushed into the cargo box with the force of the huge wave.

　　Varendo felt like he was about to be squeezed into pancakes, and a huge sense of oppression came from all over his body. What was even more frightening was that the hand he held the pistol at this moment could not be recovered in the advancing crowd. The advancing crowd gave more and more strength and erosion to the fingers. So after a few breaths, the fingers finally couldn't hold on and got stuck in the trigger, and there was the pain of squeezing and friction from the left and right people. A few fingers shook, and the revolver fell down.

　　 is a layer of torn shoes, the fall of the pistol did not arouse any sound. As soon as the pistol lay on a torn cotton shoe, one foot kicked it, and the pistol became a by-product of the wave, and it began its fantasy journey in the connected cargo box.

　　 These nasty refugees, these damned idiots! Warendo cursed in his heart. He finally pulled the cargo box door frame and climbed onto the top of the cargo box. One of the sturdy rubber shoes could be trampled off. The buttons of the thick quilted jacket on his body had collapsed. . He tried hard to run towards the noble area, waving his hands and blowing vigorously with a steel whistle in his mouth.

　　 At the command room in front of the platform, all the people wearing military padded jackets looked at the relisting of the empire that had been beaten by the wave of people with stern expressions. So many people poured into the cargo box, but the flow of people behind seemed to increase.

This is the people who are surrounded by the low wall of the station who can’t even afford to buy a box ticket. At this moment, they also crazily climbed the low wall and climbed up the long platform wave after wave, wanting to be in chaos here. Fumble into the train in the situation.

　　 Usually they don't even have the opportunity to get close to the station, because there are military guards there. But these few months ago, the station's force was conscripted because of the war spreading in the Visaya Fortress. At this time, the defense force at the station was just an empty shell.

　　 "Report Chief, the merchants and nobles have all finished the train!" This sentence resounded like a reminder in the command room.

　　 "Close the cargo box door, re-start, let these dirty dogs and **** go to hell." The chief said this sentence almost gritted his teeth. Not because of the troubles caused by the loss of control of the station, but because the refugees who were trampled to death on the ground wanted not to be questioned by them. These people had to pay them a generous death fee based on their weight.

　　 The door of the cargo box was slowly closed under the drive of the main console, the air flow valve sprayed out steam, and the iron shelf connecting the platform and the cargo box was also slowly retracted.

　　 A long whistle first played the tragedy background music.

　　 The people in front wanted to stop, but the power of the crowd couldn't be resisted. They fell from the platform. People in the back could not see the situation in front, only the sound of steam and siren, the train seemed to be driving away, which made them even more crazy.

　　 This is a tunnel filled with a human body. The platform is four meters away from the train rails and three meters away from the cargo box door. However, it took only ten breaths before the huge cavity between the platform and the train was filled with human bodies.

　　 More people step on the soft body, they just think it is a layer of rubber shoes. The retrain has slowly started, and they want to climb onto the cargo box and then enter through the open vent.

　　 The red furnace was activated again, and the rearranged huge body made a creaking sound, the metal-like steel rails slowly rolled forward, and the soft human body in front of him was as weak as air.

　　 Retraining finally escaped from the station. Those who did not get in the car chased after them, crying, cursing, and pleading. The people who got on the bus were grateful, happy, and relaxed. Only a layer of bright red minced meat on the railway was speechless.

　　 "Damn it." The general manager was in a bad mood. The railway was full of dead bodies. Cleaning up was another big expense.

And Cassia’s luck was very good. The section of the cargo box he was in was not opened, and the vents were closed by people who were aware of it beforehand. A large number of people came in through the passages connecting the left and right sides of the cargo box, which was originally a spacious space. It suddenly became extremely crowded.

　　 Cassia's face was a little ruddy. Although his body was very strong, he was still squeezed in a corner by the side of the cargo box at the moment. The vents were closed, and the air seemed extremely dry and dull. He silently looked at the luggage under his feet, and the people crowded on the left and right were pale faces, full of traces of erosion by the cold wind.

　　 After re-arranging several whistle sound, in a very short time, it has accelerated to the fastest speed. The wind and snow greeted us when we got out of the station, the vents were opened again, and cold air poured in, but everyone's faces were obviously relieved.

　　 Someone in the cargo box is muttering to themselves. They are praying to the holy emperor, and being able to come up to the cargo box is the kindness and brilliance of the holy emperor.

　　 Cassia leaned against the cargo box, his eyelids heavier a little bit. He wanted to take a nap and rest. The feet that hadn't touched the ground for more than ten days began to swell, even though he got up for a while every day. But he knew that at least it was not time to sleep. The new people in the car had relieved their sigh of relief. They began to look around, the look in their eyes was like a wolf who had been hungry for more than ten days. He was afraid that when he wakes up, there are only two pieces of hard leather left in the suitcase under his feet.

　　 You have to wait at least until the evening, and you have to find someone you can basically trust to look after each other, and you have to wait until the person gets off the car to feel at ease. Cassia didn't care about the gaze that those people looked at. Many of them only wore clothes that could barely resist 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, and it is better to have them than without.

　　 Almost energetic Cassia finally stayed up until the night fell, almost a long time without dripping water and eating no food. He felt that his throat was thirsty, and his stomach was so hungry that it hurt. The gas lamp glows dimly~www.readwn.com~ For only a long time, everyone's faces are already covered with fatigue.

　　 Several people have already bought food in the box containing the food.

　　 Kasya moved his body while sitting. He leaned over to lift his luggage and went to buy some bread to satisfy his hunger. But the next moment his body stiffened, like a stone carving. 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 looked at the stars that flashed from time to time at the vent. No one noticed him.

　　 Something was added next to his luggage. It was a rough revolver. The thick muzzle of the thumb and the forged body of black alloy showed its great power.

With a buzzing in Cassia's head, he suddenly became confused, as if by instinct. He didn't know what was going on. When a cold wind refreshed him completely, the pistol was already in his thick clothes. inside. His body holding the luggage is a little light and fluttering, and he feels in a trance. Every step he takes is like something knocking in his mind.

The floor of the carriage was also full of people. Cassia walked cautiously between them step by step towards the food container. The dim world under the dim light seemed to open a new world door to Cassia, even bringing people pale. The face on his face also seemed to be getting distorted a little bit.

So the 17-year-old boy walked slowly through several sections of cargo boxes tens of meters long. Under the light of the gas lamp, among the holy emperor’s prayers murmured around, a bullet wrapped in a brass shell seemed to be a The fateful encounter accidentally appeared in the determined and pure black pupils of the teenager~www.readwn.com~Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.readwn.com~ For mobile phone users, please go to read.