It is the last 100 kilometers from Lingshan City.

Icy railroad tracks that divide the world into two sides.

On one side is the coast, which has been eroded by the tsunami, and the cliffs are as smooth as mirrors.

On the other side, there are mountains and forests, with all kinds of strange plants and entwined roots, building their kingdoms on the ruins of the once prosperous cities.

This is the coastal zone on the eastern coast of the mainland.

At the darkest time of the Calamity Era, the waves that devoured the heavens and the earth once surged all the way to hundreds of kilometers inland, and countless thousand-year-old cities where civilizations gathered turned into water towns and rivers, and the nightmare full of devastation has not completely subsided until today.

Towns that have been submerged under the sea for a long time, even if they reappear after three or five years, are no longer suitable for human habitation.

The nutrients in the mud of the seabed have caused a variety of flora and fauna to grow wildly on the ruins of the city.

Perhaps because the aura has long begun to leak continuously, the animals and plants in the Age of Calamity have grown at an extremely rapid rate, not only have the animals recovered the wildness of thousands of years ago, but many plants can also secrete highly toxic and hallucinogenic breaths, not to mention the strange mushrooms and spores, which release strange miasma at all times, making the "city" and the "wild" become completely different heaven and hell.

Humans in the Nirvana era, either living in large cities that are highly populated and increasingly beehive-like, or living in shelters armed to the teeth and armed with great force, relying on synthetic food provided by big industry for survival.

When the population climbed back to more than 7 billion, the wilderness became more and more sparsely populated, desolate and desolate, and full of dangers.

In particular, when the roar of the train provokes a colorful frightening bird in the depths of the jungle, and all kinds of beasts let out a ghost crying wolf, the train full of steel and technological power forms a strange contrast with the hellish wilderness on earth.

It is a low-speed freight train.

Both the front of the car and the carriage are equipped with thick armor, like an impermeable iron coffin.

Every third freight car, there will be a turret raised high, and the whole body is full of shooting holes, like a steel hedgehog cold and glittering combat car.

A rapid-fire turret, three heavy machine gun turrets, and even two rocket launchers with 360-degree rotation in all directions are so powerful that ordinary bandits and rebels would not dare to approach, let alone the beasts lurking in the depths of the jungle.

What is surprising is that on several carriages, there are some soldiers in camouflage uniforms sitting on all sides, steady as steel nails and moving freely in the wind that is speeding at a speed of 100 per hour.

These soldiers......

There are Caucasian people with tall cattle and horses, black people with dark skin and well-developed bodies and strong bears, jungle people who are dexterous as apes, and of course there are also Orientals with black hair and black eyes, and even tribesmen with red skin and tattoos.

No matter what race, the expression is extremely fierce, the howling wind is just a cool breeze on a summer afternoon for them, and everyone's eyes are rippling with a glimmer of looking down on life and death, which is a unique temperament that only elite veterans who have survived a hundred battles.

However, the vast majority of veterans have injuries on their bodies - serious injuries such as missing arms and legs.

Almost everyone, at some point, has had an arm or leg replaced with a shiny metal prosthetic, and some even have sabers, firearms, and various killing tools directly embedded in the prosthesis.

The killing prosthetics, combined with the indifferent looks, revealed their ferocity even more.

The veterans don't like to use standard equipment, even camouflage uniforms and tactical vests are varied, only the battle badge on the chest is exactly the same, it is a raging hurricane, "Gale", representing one of the world's top mercenary groups, Gale Commando

"Once", of course.

The veterans laughed and laughed, not paying attention to this unremarkable escort mission, and they hammered their chests desperately with their prosthetic limbs as hard as iron, and even the wind could not hide their wild laughter.

On the last carriage, there was a lonely person sitting alone, not participating in the mercenary game.

This is a man with gray hair, wearing a dark green military trench coat, allowing the trench coat to be blown by the wind and hunting.

The left side of his face was torn from top to bottom, the wound was so deep that his bones turned outward, and his entire eyeball was slashed, so he wore an eyepatch that was also embroidered with the Gale War Emblem.

However, the face that should be painful and hideous, the emotions revealed, but there is only endless melancholy, he leans against the turret, like an old tree that has been struck by lightning but has not lost its vitality, playing the harmonica in a low voice, and letting the wind tear the sound of the harmonica low and swirling into wisps.

If you are a person who has been in the mercenary circle, you may be able to hear it from the fragmented voice, this is a very famous mercenary song, telling the story of a high-spirited teenager for money and hope, high-spirited on the battlefield, after more than ten years of countless fights, but in the final battle, fell in the jungle.

In the lyrics, the mercenaries playfully describe how the hapless comrade rotted in the jungle, was gnawed by snakes, insects, rats and ants, and finally turned into a handful of dry bones.

Although the harmonica can't speak, it also plays the black humor unique to mercenaries to the fullest.

Suddenly, in the distant jungle, the roar of wild beasts was heard.

After a while, smoke and dust billowed and a large number of wild boars rushed out of the jungle and rushed towards the train in groups.

Generally speaking, beasts do not easily provoke the crystallization of steel and technology.

After all, as the aura revived, the beast's intelligence slowly grew, and it knew the power of steel and gunpowder.

But the wild boars, as if they were crazy, stared at the red eyes, and rushed towards the train desperately.

The mercenaries, who were still smiling and cynical just now, instantly changed their faces, like the most accurate machines, jumped into their respective combat posts, and half a second later, "da-da", hundreds of tongues of fire gushed out, condensing into a bright "dead line" at a distance of dozens of meters from the train.

No matter how rough the skin and thick flesh of a wild boar are, it is flesh and blood after all, how can it resist the crystallization of science and technology invented by humans for killing?

For a time, the wild boars who dared to cross the death line all had their skin open, their tendons broken and fractured, and they were riddled with holes.

The ground was stained with blood, and vultures circled slowly in the sky.

The remaining wild boars were like madness, trampling on the corpses of their companions, still ignoring the onslaught.

The man in the trench coat and playing the harmonica never stopped moaning.

It wasn't until a deafening roar came from the depths of the mountain forest, accompanied by seven or eight big trees falling to the left and right, and a huge, red, faintly scaly, boar-like monster rushed out, that the harmonica sounded for a moment.

This wild boar ......

It is not so much an ignorant beast as a tank condensed by steel and iron bones, in addition to two blade-like fangs, it also has a rhinoceros-shaped horn growing on its forehead, and the horn is engraved with natural lines, and there is a faint light that rotates around the horn!

Its speed surpassed that of the speeding cheetah, and it easily caught up with the train that broke 100 speeds per hour, and the bullets that rained down on it were bounced off or dodged one after another, and they were unscathed, but added a bit of fierce momentum.

"Colonel!"

A black mercenary shouted, "It's a monster that has absorbed enough aura and has mutated!" ”

When he looked back, the "colonel" had already retracted his harmonica, kneeling and holding a heavy anti-materiel sniper like a giant cannon on his hands and knees, aiming at the mutant monster.

"Whoa!"

The speed of the mutant boar king is getting faster and faster, and at the same time, he is dexterously dodging at the same time, like a combination of a wild boar and a cheetah.

The Colonel's blood was as cold as his eyes, and when he looked closely, every muscle fiber around him vibrated subtly, counteracting the shock of the speeding train, and keeping his one-eye, hands, and sniper rifle absolutely still.

The Mutant Boar King was only two hundred meters away from the train.

The colonel hadn't fired a shot yet, like a statue frozen on the roof of a car.

The Mutant Boar King was only a hundred meters away from the train.

The Colonel waited, letting the wind run wildly through the ends of his hair and the folds of his shirt.

The Mutant Boar King was only fifty meters away from the train.

"Bang!"

The mutant boar king slammed into a slam, and at the moment when he was about to jump up, the colonel fired.

Near the eye socket of the mutant boar king, blood splashed everywhere, and the huge body weighing several tons fell down heavily and rolled dozens of times on the ground.

Many mercenaries looked at the colonel again, and found that he had quietly put away the heavy sniper rifle, and did not care about the life and death of the mutant boar king, leaning on the turret again, holding the harmonica, and continuing to play the strange mercenary song.

In front of the endless stretch of the railroad tracks, in the direction of Lingshan City, dark clouds are thick, just like the pressure of large soldiers.

A rainstorm is coming.