Ninety-Nine Go Back and Forth

"Okay!" Zhao Yan promised, and called the young man who had been by his side all the time, "Xiao Liu, you can do it right away, and I remember there is a batch of medicines in the car, find them immediately, the sooner the better! "

The young man agreed and left the team. ]>

At this time, everyone had already entered the No. 11 carriage, and seeing the government staff full of cars, Ye Han suddenly felt that he was so out of place here, and couldn't help but ask: "Secretary Zhao, are there no people behind us? "

"No more!" Secretary Zhao said, "Cars 1 to 8 belong to your bureau, cars 9 to 14 belong to our government department, and there are freight wagons behind."

Ye Han gritted his teeth: "How many soldiers can shoot? It's best to be from the field army."

"I'm not sure about this, I'll arrange for people to count immediately." Zhao Yan said.

"Where's the gun? Where are our guns?" 527 couldn't bear it anymore.

"Your guns belong to the military, and all the weapons and ammunition have been returned to the military before driving," Zhao Yan said.

"What? Then what should we do?" 527 almost jumped up, "The few of us ran back at the risk of losing our heads, not to hide!"

"I understand, don't worry." Secretary Zhao comforted, "The armored compartment at the rear of the car must have the weapons you need!"

527's eyes lit up: "Yes, the armored car!"

Ye Han very covertly gave 527 an idiot look, and he moved forward without any hesitation.

A group of people passed through five carriages in a row, came to the end of carriage No. 14, and then there were seven freight carriages. Ye Han and others had to pass these seven carriages before entering the armored carriage.

Due to the obstruction of these seven trucks, no one was willing to leave the train at the risk of being attacked by giant ants, otherwise Zhao Yan would have organized people to take out the weapons in the armored carriage.

Now, this problem must be solved by Ye Han.

In Zhao Yan's eyes, the issue of life and death is not a matter at all to Ye Han, it is nothing more than leaving the train and running a while.

The length of the freight car is only about half of that of the passenger car, and the seven freight cars together are less than 100 meters, and it takes less than ten seconds to sprint at full strength. More importantly, no giant ants can be seen within a radius of 100 meters from the rear of the car!

This strange phenomenon caught Ye Han's attention,

After careful observation, he found that there were only a few anthills near the No. 14 car, instead of being full of anthills like before.

Ye Han secretly guessed that the huge ant pit was probably the new nest of giant ants, and the location of the train probably was the edge of the ant nest.

And this ant nest is likely to have just been dug under the railway tracks recently, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why the train passed safely a few days ago.

A few people led by Ye Han decisively left the train, and half a minute later, everyone successfully arrived at the armored carriage.

The armored car at the rear of the car was refitted from a freight car. There were a row of fist-sized shooting holes on the side of the car, and two hand-welded fully enclosed machine gun positions were installed on the top. Each machine gun position was equipped with a large-caliber anti-aircraft gun. machine gun.

527 cautiously approached the four wide-open compartment doors, raised his pistol and poked his head around to look around, then turned around in wonder and shouted, "Why is there no one in the car!"

"Do you have a gun?" Ye Han jumped into the carriage with both hands. The huge carriage was empty, only a dozen large and small military green wooden boxes were piled up in one corner of the carriage.

Ye Han's eyes lit up, and he dragged a box with a series of numbers written on it, prying open the lid with full expectation, and sighed in disappointment.

"What's the matter?" 527 leaned over curiously, saw the row of straight black firearms in the box, and couldn't help grinning, "Hey, shotgun, this one is good!"

"It would be great if there was a machine gun." Ye Han said dissatisfied.

The rest of the boxes are very small, and you can tell at a glance that they are loaded with bullets.

"How can a machine gun be so useful?" 527 weighed a shotgun in his hand, "One shot is one piece, and you don't need to aim at those two whiskers!"

Ye Han sighed: "The ants can't die just by bearding. It would be great if there was a machine gun..."

"Aren't there two on it?" 527 pointed to the top of his head.

"Forget it." Ye Han thanked Bumin, "That thing weighs at least 20 kilograms, can you hold it?"

Having said that, Ye Han still opened all the boxes without giving up, and as expected, most of the boxes were filled with bullets, and a few boxes were filled with grenades, and one of them was actually a tear gas bomb!

Ye Han was overwhelmed with surprise, and immediately called the others to gather and divide.

As long as this thing smells a little, it can make people cry. It may not be that exaggerated to use it on giant ants, but there is nothing more suitable for blocking pheromone than tear gas bombs!

The six people immediately divided up the weapons and ammunition, returned smoothly in a few minutes, and rushed to the No. 9 car.

On the way, Ye Han asked about the situation of the No. 9 car, and learned from Zhao Yan that because the No. 9 car did not overturn, only a few passengers were slightly injured, and everyone had already been transferred to other cars.

Zhao Yan originally wanted to organize people to transfer the people in the No. 8 car, but when he lay on the door and saw the giant ants crawling in and out of the No. 8 car, he had no choice but to give up his idea.

Speaking of this, Zhao Yan showed guilt, repeatedly emphasizing that it was to protect the passengers in other compartments, and his face was full of wishing to drill the cracks in the ground.

Ye Han was noncommittal about this, and responded with a few words casually, without showing any clues on his face.

Ye Han and Zhao Yan are not familiar with each other, and they are not Zhao Yan's superiors. In terms of rank alone, they are much lower than Zhao Yan. Even if Zhao Yan feels extremely guilty, he should confess to the victimized police officers instead of Ye Han confides the last resort in his heart.

It is a big taboo in life to talk shallowly and deeply. Ye Han has long passed the age when others say a few words that seem to be out of their hearts, and immediately get excited. Rock spreads his compulsion.

Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills, and the devil knows whether what Zhao Yan said is true or not.

A group of people rushed to the end of No. 9 car. Ye Han saw the broken window in the middle of No. 8 car from the outside through the broken junction of the carriages.

Giant ants could not be seen outside the car window, but the nearby wagon had been stained purple-black by the dried blood, and a group of big-headed flies swarmed in and out of the car window, circling and fluttering up and down.

Ye Han carefully avoided the twisted metal sheet on the section and approached the compartment door of the No. 8 car.

The glass on the door has been shattered, and there are still a lot of broken glass on the outer ring. On the stubbled glass stubble, traces of blood have already solidified, and a few pieces of flesh scraped off by the glass are stuck in the coagulated blood, stabbing the leaves. Han's eyes hurt.

Turning his gaze to the carriage, the corpses and wounded piled up in the carriage had disappeared, leaving only the empty carriage. The only trace of the passengers' existence was the trail of blood left on the ground.