"Hereby ——!"

"Click, click, click······"

On the ice field, a snowfield train is traveling on a high-altitude track about fifteen meters above the ground.

Perhaps due to age, the track rubbed against the wheels, occasionally making some high-pitched and shrill sounds, but soon it was drowned out by the sound of the wheels rolling.

In the carriage, Yanagihara was half-lying on a horizontal couch, his hands resting behind his head, dozing off idly.

It had been half a day since she had followed the greenhouse guards out of the greenhouse.

Now, they are on their way to the eastern snowfields, where the herd's first gathering point will begin, and where the expulsion begins.

And before you get there, there will naturally be a period of calm before the storm.

Right now, it's clear that this is the time.

There are no seats in the carriages, as this will affect traffic, so most people just sit on the floor.

Yanagihara was one of the luckier ones, because she also found a couch, which was not clean, but at least it was much more comfortable than sitting directly on the ground.

The people on both sides didn't rob her, because she was one of the few women in this operation, and her appearance didn't look easy to provoke.

No one would have an argument with someone at this time over a couch, after all, after leaving the greenhouse, most people have only one purpose left, and that is to go back alive.

"Click."

The carriage shook again, which made the two straight knives hanging on Yanagihara's waist also collide with each other a few times, making a crisp sound.

"Is it really okay if you don't wear a winter suit?" A familiar voice sounded beside Yanagihara.

Yanagihara opened his eyes and looked over to see that it was Wadson standing there, looking at her with a complicated expression.

Yes, she was assigned to Wadson's carriage, and it is not known if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"It's okay, I wasn't born with the cold." Yanagihara was still half-lying and replied flatly.

And the winter suit can affect her movements, so she doesn't like to wear something heavy.

Even if so, you're exaggerating. Looking at Yanagihara with a puzzled expression, Wadson thought.

At this time, Yanagihara was only wearing two clothes in total, one was her brown coat, and the other was a black vest lined inside, and her abdomen was almost completely exposed, and even her neck was not protected.

If ordinary people do this, they will probably suffer severe frostbite in less than half an hour.

It's really an enviable physique.

The other people in the carriage also heard Yanagihara's words and cast envious glances.

You know, the cold on the ice sheets has always been one of the main causes of death.

If you can survive without the cold, your chances of survival will be higher.

But Yanagihara obviously doesn't care about these problems, after all, she has an unscientific body. Even she didn't know where the upper limit of her body's self-healing was, and it seemed that she could recover instantly from any injury she wanted to.

"Anyway, pay attention to yourself."

Without thinking about whether Yanagihara would be cold or not, Wadson shook his head, picked up the telescope in his hand again, and began to observe the situation on the ice field.

Behind him, soldiers rubbed their guns, mercenaries gnawed on jerky, sorted out their equipment, and everything was silent.

As for small talk, I'm sorry, but basically no one has such a mind at this time.

It was a "war" of last resort, in which no one wanted to participate, but most of them had to participate.

As for why.

Perhaps, just because they want to live.

······

The next day, snow began to fall in the ice field.

This is not a good phenomenon, because heavy snow can obscure vision, which affects the soldiers' observation of the snow and the accuracy of the firearms.

Luckily, the snow stopped that afternoon, and a soldier who knew a little about the weather said that there should be good weather for the next few days.

It made everyone's spirits a little better, yes, at least it wasn't so bad that it was.

So, on the second day of entering the ice field, the greenhouse guard arrived in the eastern snow field.

The track is fifteen meters horizontal, enough to keep most of the beasts from approaching the train. The speed of the train can also ensure the safety of the people on board as much as possible.

Once again, Wadson gave his own order.

Light the incinerator.

The next moment, the stove in the front compartment of the car was ignited by flames, and the soldiers filled it with animal trap spices and incendiary substances, and the orange-yellow flame was scorching, and a pungent smell was gradually released.

"Woo——!"

The sound of a whistle sounded.

In a few moments, thick smoke was already pouring out of the chimney at the front of the train, leaving a long trail in mid-air as the train moved.

It's late afternoon.

The soldiers and mercenaries adjusted their guns one last time, knowing that after nightfall, the herd would come alive.

And the smell of the decoy spice is enough to make them attack the train like crazy.

It's going to be an uphill battle, maybe days and nights without rest, and it could cost everyone here their lives.

But they don't have a choice, because only then can they keep the only living space they have, because only then can they continue to live, and the people in the greenhouse can continue to live.

Alive.

These two words seem to be all the sustenance of people after the disaster.

They tried their best to live, even if it was just to live one more day, they were unreservedly gasping.

yes, who wants to face death if there is not really no hope.

It has to be said that human beings have always been tenacious, at least until it is over, and they have not yet thought of giving up the struggle completely.

At least until it's over, there are still people trying to survive.

Otherwise, there would be no greenhouses, and the so-called greenhouse guards.

They sustain humanity's last vestiges of decency in the face of disaster.

So that humanity did not cry, did not beg for mercy, but fought.

Even they knew that there was little chance of victory in this battle.

Because the fight is not fair.

Because wild beasts can be defeated countless times, but humans cannot fail once.

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Yanagihara had also come to her senses at this time, she held the rifle in her hand, and pressed one bullet after another into the magazine.

It's not modest to say that her marksmanship is very good, at least compared to ordinary people, she can basically do it without missing a shot. But even so, with this rifle alone, she could hardly play a noticeable role in the siege of the herd.

On either side, there were already soldiers or mercenaries crouching by the window, rifles in their hands aimed at the snowfield.

Yanagihara sighed, got up and raised his rifle and lay down next to the window.

It's been a long time since she's been in a battle like this.

The wanderer thought so.

Maybe it had been so long that she couldn't even remember what kind of "wars" she had fought in the past. ”

I just vaguely remember that it was simply the end of humanity.

Some people who are familiar with history may know about the past called the Battle of Greenhouse 213 in the South.

It was a "war" that completely destroyed the hopes of mankind.

You know, Yanagihara still vaguely remembers.

She was once called a hero, but she couldn't change anything.

She still vaguely remembered that the sunset that day was sunset, spreading a blood-colored afterglow.

She still vaguely remembered the day she knelt among the countless corpses, desperately watching everything in front of her be destroyed.

Well, she used to fight too.

For an ethereal thing.

It's just that she failed.

······

The sun sets over the snowy fields and night falls.

There was silence in the carriages, except for the occasional sound of the train vibrating, which still echoed in people's ears.

The light was dim at night, and the searchlights on the train shone on the snow on both sides of the tracks, which made the soldiers' vision slightly clearer, but it didn't help much.

Yanagihara took a piece of jerky in his mouth, aiming at the snow field as he adjusted the sights on his rifle.

Suddenly, her fingers on top of the wheel paused, then turned the wheel back a bit.

"Here we are."

In the silence of the carriage, Yanagihara's voice seemed calm, but also clear.

Almost everyone's nerves tensed up in an instant.

Obviously, they all know what is coming.

"Where?" Wadson asked, frowning.

"West side, two hundred meters, wolves." Yanagihara said these three pieces of information lightly, and the dark shadows and dark green eyes that gradually appeared in the distance also confirmed what she said.

Wadson immediately took out the communicator on his waist and informed each compartment.

"Everyone is on alert, and there are herds approaching. Trains, slow down, and then keep moving at a constant speed. ”

"Hereby ——!"

With the sound of the wheels rubbing against the tracks, the snow train slowed down.

Ten seconds later, the wolves also caught up and appeared within range of the searchlight.

I saw that the corners of their mouths were drooling with muddy saliva, their eyes were bloodshot, and they looked crazy and hideous.

Yes, the smell of the bait spice is enough to drive the vast majority of beasts into a frenzy to besiege the snowy train in defiance of the distinction between groups.

And that's exactly what the Greenhouse Guard wants.

"Car No. 1 everyone prepares!" Wadson held the communicator in his hand, and his voice was low.

"Click······"

He was answered by the sound of countless bullets being loaded.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

"Fire!"

"Bang bang bang!"

In an instant, tongues of fire erupted from the muzzle, and the dense gunfire broke the silence of the night.

Blood splattered on the snow, and the wolves whimpered, kicking off this "war".