"Bang bang bang!"
"Buzz buzz!"
The locomotive ran over several more strange rats on the track. The front of the locomotive seemed to be affected by something during the continuous crushing, and its speed began to slow down. Several indicator lights in the cab turned red and flashed, and it looked like it would break down and stop after only a few miles of driving.
The locomotive driver Buddy's lips trembled several times, and he turned to Bob and suggested: "Locomotive... Locomotive captain, let's stop the car, start the front of the car, and drive back, shall we?"
"You're looking for death!" Bob heard the unceremonious reprimand, glanced at the strange group of rats that kept gathering, and said loudly, "Believe it or not, these rats can jump on us before we stop completely. The car has chewed us all to the bone? There is no time to drive back now, the only chance is to drive forward and rush over!"
"But our speed is decreasing..."
"I saw it, there must be something wrong with the power! Increase my power to 100% immediately!"
"But then the engine will overheat and the risk of explosion will increase dramatically!"
"I know better than you, so add excess coolant to the water tank, increase the cooling cycle speed by 30%, open the No. 3 pressure relief valve, close the No. 5 and No. 6 valves, and..." Bob said quickly, Halfway through, he looked at Buddy and the rest of the crew and yelled, "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Didn't you hear what I said? If you don't want to die here, do it right away!"
"Yes." Everyone quickly dispersed and quickly followed Bob's words.
Bob took a deep breath, sat in the driver's seat himself, and continued to issue new commands while looking at the many instruments.
"The pressure in the No. 3 water tank is too low. There should be a leak. Go check it and seal it immediately!"
"The power of the third engine cannot come up. There is something wrong with either the No. 7 pipe or the No. 8 pipe. Switch the joystick to the internal circulation mode and pressurize it to death..."
"The speed is increased to 3,600 rpm..."
"Put down the main troubleshooter..."
“…”
With Bob's shouting and the busy work of the crew, the locomotive's deceleration trend was stopped, and then it accelerated in reverse direction beyond its original level.
Black smoke billowed out from the chimney on the top of the locomotive, and the entire locomotive made a dull roar as it roared, knocking away or running over more weird rats lying on the track.
At this time, the strange group of rats had fully realized that something had broken into their territory, and they began to approach and pounce on the motorcycle.
The escort members quickly counterattacked, holding weapons and shooting beams of light to kill the approaching strange rats.
Occasionally, there is a giant bald rat at the leader level, relying on its strong defense to withstand the light attack, leading a group of strange rats to launch an organized attack on the motorcycle.
Whenever these bald giant rats approach the motorcycle, a beam of light as thick as an arm will fly out of the window, directly blasting the bald giant rats and the surrounding strange rats to pieces.
"boom!"
In the locomotive compartment, Zhante expressionlessly dropped another hot and burned steel fist. Without looking back, he stretched out his hand, and one of his subordinates automatically handed over a new iron fist filled with square pillars of energy.
Zhante immediately put the new steel fist on his shoulders, squinted his eyes and aimed outside the car again, picking out threatening targets.
Next to him, several of Zhante's men were doing the same thing - searching for targets with steel fists.
In the middle of the carriage, there were long boxes that were opened one after another, and new steel fists were constantly being taken out and filled waiting for use. Others kept running back and forth between the carriage and the cargo compartment, carrying more long boxes containing steel fists and opening them.
The strange group of rats, which suffered heavy casualties, rushed towards the locomotive like crazy, while the escorts in the carriage fought back like crazy.
Originally, the escorts were worried because of the illegal use of steel fists, but in the face of the relentless attack of the strange rat swarm, they simply threw away their restraints.
Fuck the rules... If you can't block the attack, people will die and goods will be destroyed, so you might as well realize some value before then.
"Twelve o'clock, high-threat target, rapid fire with steel fist!"
"At three o'clock, the enemies are gathering together. Fire two volleys of steel fists!"
"At ten o'clock, the enemy is in charge formation. The entire first fire team is here. We will cover half of the base and cover them all. I want none of them to be left behind!"
"Boom boom boom!"
Explosions exploded intensively on both sides of the locomotive.
The locomotive ran wildly along the rails and kept moving forward.
…
We don’t know how far we traveled, let alone how many weird mice we killed. The outer walls of the motorcycle were completely stained red with blood, and everyone on the car became exhausted.
More than 40% of the escort personnel were injured and killed, and the remaining half were also struggling to hold on. Kent's upper body was covered with blood, and his hands were bandaged, but they were still burnt. After firing a steel fist, his body couldn't help shaking, but he gritted his teeth and picked up another new steel fist and carried it on his shoulders. .
The locomotive crew members were all soaked with sweat, but despite the orders given by the locomotive commander Bob, they gritted their teeth and ran around adjusting the devices on the locomotive to ensure the smooth operation of the locomotive.
"Whirring whirring… "
Everyone is breathing heavily, and everyone is holding on with perseverance.
Zhante stood in front of the carriage window, like a mountain that would never fall. He silently fired his steel fist again and successfully killed a giant bald rat. He pursed his lips and his thoughts flew for a moment: According to In terms of the number of strange creatures he killed, he was already qualified to receive a third-level Richard Silver Leaf Medal. Of course, in terms of the number of illegally used steel fists, he was already qualified to sit on the court-martial bench. However, Maybe he won't be able to enjoy either of these, and the most likely result is to die on this motorcycle.
After all, there are too many weird rats!
With his wandering thoughts retracted, Zhante looked outside the locomotive, his eyes suddenly shrank, and he noticed a special figure approaching the locomotive a hundred meters away.
The figure looked a bit like a bald giant rat, but it was larger and resembled a black bear overall. The whole body is dark gray, and all the hair on the outside has fallen off, revealing an armor-like shell. The limbs are equipped with sharp claws, and a slight scratch on the ground will make several dents.
A large stream of white steam erupted from the opponent's nose, like an angry bull, heading straight towards him.
Could this be a higher-level weird mouse, the leader of leaders... After looking at it, Zhante became wary.
"Direction at 11 o'clock! Attention, new enemy!" Then Zhante warned, holding the steel fist for a while, and then tentatively fired the beam.
"brush!"
The new bear-shaped giant rat was successfully hit by the beam, but the result was that Zante's face turned ugly.
I saw that just like attacking the bald giant rat with ordinary weapons, the steel fist hit the bear-shaped giant rat with the same result - the beam as thick as an arm only blasted open the shell of the bear-shaped giant rat, creating a bloody hole. , and then become unable to penetrate deeper and cause more damage.
All in all, the bear-shaped giant rat would be slightly injured at most.
Minor injury? Damn it!