Apocalypse: I Build A Doomsday Train

Bang bang bang, da da da!

9:15 AM, the dark sky suddenly brightened, and the entire Western Desert once again welcomed the dawn. The sun rose high, and the vast expanse of the desert was filled with the roar of engines and the crisp sound of gunfire.

On the horizon, hundreds of exaggeratedly modified sand bandit vehicles were chasing two survivor caravans, rushing from Sand Snake Mouth all the way to Akse, wildly bouncing over the gravel beach, tires crushing the weathered camel thorns, exploding into sharp crackles like the lament of bones being chewed.

These sand bandit vehicles were like a steel flood, stirring up rolling yellow sand across the desert.

Leading the sand bandit convoy was a vehicle with a half-loader welded to tank treads, a flame thrower modified from an oil transmission pipe mounted on the roof. The leader of the Red Vulture Group, Red Eagle, wore a welded-shut anti-toxic mask, his voice hoarse from a transformation device beneath, "Men in cages, women captured alive!"

"Oh oh oh!!"

The words seemed to make the desert marauders' adrenaline surge; each vehicle began to howl wildly. Someone fired a rifle towards the sky as a modified mountain off-road vehicle rapidly burst from the convoy. A rogue with a Mohawk shouldered a rocket launcher from the car roof, grinning with a mouthful of black teeth at the survivor caravan fleeing madly in the near distance, and then pulled the trigger.

Swoosh, boom!

The rocket exploded on the rear side of a modified off-road vehicle trailing behind, a fiery blast ensued, hurling the entire car forward. The side rear wheel ignited with raging flames, rolling and tumbling.

Vehicles from behind rushed up, laughing wildly while throwing molotov cocktails through the shattered car window, boom! Flames exploded, and several survivors inside, yet to escape, erupted into blazing fires, howling miserably in agony.

Meanwhile, the people from the survivor caravan constantly fired back, a jubilant rogue was immediately shredded by a stream of metal, half his jaw hanging in the air, the smell of blood instantly filling the area.

Seeing this sight, the rogues were not frightened at all, instead, they became even more excited!

In the convoy, a heavy monster truck with golden chassis had two rows of exaggerated exhaust pipes towering from the rear, spewing black smoke. A burly man with a razor mask, chest bare, stood in the back of a pickup truck, wielding a modified Gatling gun single-handedly, crazily firing at the rear windows of the survivor caravan, blood and glass shards exploded in the cabin, screams drowned by engine roars.

In the passenger seat of this golden monster truck sat a middle-aged man with a sinister face like a knife and a burly frame, leader of the Sand Scorpion Gang, Lao Xie.

He proclaimed himself the Desert Emperor, standing at 1.9 meters tall, waist twice the normal size, with cable-like muscles on his exposed right arm, tattooed with decomposition diagrams of a cannibal chainsaw from hand to forearm. His gut spilled from an open rivet leather armor yet he deliberately left it uncovered, two strands of unwashed hair hung from the sides of his bald head, looking extremely greasy.

In his backseat, two beautiful women with iron chains around their necks were one massaging his shoulders, while the other occasionally fed him ice cubes. He not only sucked on the women's fingers but also chomped down hard on the ice, making a crunching sound.

At this moment, a signal light trailing red smoke slowly ascended from the distant Akse City.

Upon seeing this, Lao Xie took up the walkie-talkie, speaking hoarsely, "Red Eagle, Bone Dragon, Wu Lao Er has sent the signal, the west side of the city is blocked."

"I see it." The red glow flickered in Red Eagle's triangular eyes beneath the anti-toxic mask, "Yesterday that caravan didn't enter the city, my men have already headed to their camp."

"Old Bald Eagle, the women from that caravan are damn beautiful, you better leave me one that's not ruined!"

The leader of Earth Dragon Association, Bone Dragon, clad in camouflage power armor, his sharp and lean face full of cunning, yet with dark circles under his eyes giving him a haggard look as if hollowed out by lust.

"Don't worry." Red Eagle said coldly using the transformation device, "Old J's team is still active in Lobbu and haven't returned. This time I sent Ma Zi's team."

"Damn it!"

Upon hearing this, Bone Dragon cursed furiously, "That old Ma Zi is more sick than old J, damn, what's the point of playing, seriously, are your men either beasts or psychopaths, even the prostitutes from Camel Bell Collection are scared."

"Hahaha." The communicator crackled with Lao Xie's unrestrained laughter.

"Just women, no matter how pretty, tell your men to keep their eyes peeled. Not a single soul is allowed out of Akse for me!"

"No escape." Bone Dragon clicked his tongue, "In this damn wilderness, even if they fly, I can shoot them down!"

Buzz buzz buzz!

The convoy roared, yellow sand billowed, and soon after, the sand bandit convoy was nearing Akse City, with abandoned buildings gradually increasing around.

Chasing all the way to Akse, the sand bandits hadn't completely obliterated the two survivor caravans, but the armed forces from these two convoys had been shattered by the bandits' bloody methods except for the ones pushed into Akse, where the Sand Scorpion Gang's vehicles started to slow down.

At the same time, sand bandit teams coming from the direction of Southern Lame Hill and Northern City began converging, then started circling around Akse City, surrounding the entire city.

"Oh oh!!"

A slew of incendiary bombs, rockets, and remote-controlled explosive drones continually bombarded the city, creating a wild apocalyptic scene of chaos.

For a moment, explosions and gunfire filled the skies over Akse, numerous abandoned residential buildings and stores ignited, thick black smoke billowing upwards, burning on the plains of the desert.