The cigarette butt fell, carrying sparks, and touched the ground with a circle of red shimmers, and finally all of them were extinguished in the cold winter wind. Soon after, when the hour hand pointed to the 4:10 scale on a huge bronze bell not far away, the vibrations on the ground were visible. The surrounding large iron sheds also made a "squeaking" sound, and the wind seemed to be stronger.

"Hurry up, the stationmaster will contact us personally, let us hurry up and get ready!" A manager of the station, wearing a yellow safety hat, with a miner's lamp on it, looks like a contract foreman. Because he hadn't exercised for a long time, his stomach was about to burst through his thick cotton jacket. After saying a few words, he began to gasp. When he got up from the bed, he had black circles in his eyes, and he came after receiving the notice.

"It's about to be the New Year, and the stationmaster said that it will be regarded as an assessment at the end of this year. The voice sounded loud, but it was actually very weak, "It's related to the final salary and bonus, you have to work hard later." You're all great people here!"

They said a few more words, and did not stop roaring until the sound of the whistle, which they had been immune to, came from a distant place and broke through the wind.

A beam of light came straight into the station, carrying a weight, illuminating most of the station's buildings.

The people next to him now knew that it was a retrain that had entered the pit stop, and they couldn't help but sigh. Relisting is the most difficult mechanical combination to maintain, not only because it is huge and difficult to climb up and down. It is also because of the high technology content, which is not lower than those high-speed trains. Because it needs to be extremely adaptable and stable. Once each car is built, the minimum standard is that it can be driven at moderate speeds in all weather. Compared to other trains, in the event of a thunderstorm or heavy snowstorm, there is no other way than to stop in place and wait for the weather to improve, or to rescue.

The retrain is a monster thing called a Land Cruiser.

In Salda's eyes, the swarthy black body appeared. At night and because of the lights, the retrain gave Sodar a different kind of breath, heavier than the other vehicles, more like a black-scaled python that could wake up at any moment.

The sharp grinding continued, and Sodar looked at the thirty or so familiar faces around him, thinking to himself that these managers really could toss people. There were also a number of people in there who were on the day shift, but now they were called over. Not only them, but people from other departments seem to have also come, but they are not the ones who climb up the retrain for maintenance, they should be the ones who help carry the maintenance equipment. Before, they did it all on their own.

Strange look, this is the first impression of Sodar climbing to the rerank. There are quite a few things in the style of those square conical fortresses, which not only block the wind, but also from the point of view of the welds, the workmanship is extremely poor. No matter how much time you are in a hurry, this technique is too unskillful. In his eyes, this kind of craftsmanship could only be regarded as the level of a temporary apprentice. And looking inside from the opening above, there is a very thick barrel. He recognized it, it was a gun, and it must have been very powerful.

"Who else dares to attack the recolumn?" was something he couldn't imagine, but he was also very curious. A few more looks.

"It's a job requirement, please pay attention to the time!" Someone behind him suddenly spoke, his voice cold, as if it was playing from a repeater. Sodar was frightened, and his body trembled. Turning to look at the side of the train, there stood a soldier, whose face was as grim as his voice. The face was white, probably frozen like that, Sodal guessed.

"Good evening!" Sodar greeted with a smile, but the other man looked at him coldly and did not reply.

What a weirdo, Sodar thought. But muttering to himself, he picked up his tools and began to cut these things. The speed is very fast, and in order not to damage the steel plate layer of the roof, the requirements are very strict this time. After cutting, the welding marks left on the body must be cleaned one by one with hand sanding, and it is basically impossible to see.

"We're going to leave at five o'clock!" shouted the chief manager as he walked with a loudspeaker, and for a moment his voice drowned out the noise of cutting.

Sodar is a veteran, and in the entire maintenance department, both in terms of seniority and craftsmanship, he ranks first. He quickly finished cutting the first piece, summoned a few men, and threw the bulky thing down the re-column. Inside the fortress, the four heavy machine guns were completely exposed to the white light of the high-pressure mercury lamps, the implicated bullet chains emitted a cold light, and the falling bullet casings also made a crisp collision sound.

A few people were a little frightened in their hearts, they had seen firearms, but it was the first time that the big guy who was more than half a person tall had seen it.

They wanted to dismantle it, but a few of the soldiers had already come up and rearranged and came to their side, saying that they would take over the work later, and that Sodar would only cut and polish it.

The division of labor was clear, and Sodar's operation was carried out quickly. Glancing at the time from time to time, Sodal estimated that it would not be a problem to finish it half an hour earlier, if it was just cutting. Of course, there is the overhaul of the relisting, which is the most troublesome thing. It's impossible to do a complete check, and it's usually a matter of a few days.

Only by examining the more important parts, Sodar knew it very well.

"Here, here!" Sodal heard the voice of the manager with a megaphone while he was still working. Then there was a flattering shout, certainly not directed at Sodar. Sodal knew this.

"Sodar!" the man shouted.

"Nothing good happens. "Sodar just wanted to get a cigarette out and smoke.

The administrator was followed by a soldier, who did not have a rank or anything like that, and walked steadily, and that was all Sodar had of the soldier.

"That's it, we've got the best maintenance veterans here, and they're up to the mechanic!" the administrator smiled, complimenting, but the soldier didn't pay any attention.

"Hello!" said with a little warmth, "rearrange the side panel at the end, the cold storage there, there is a hole." Although it has been made up, the air conditioner continues to leak, so please go and take a look. The materials are ready and should be re-welded. The soldier spoke his judgment and gestured to the film-like thing he was carrying, which was a thin alloy plate that was temporarily used to encapsulate the thing. Sodar recognized it as consumables in the Empire that were used to deal with damaged parts of the train in an emergency. And, in this station, there are only such standard things.

Sodar nodded, stopped what he was doing, didn't say anything more, and was about to take his tools when the soldier came over and lifted all his hands up. Sodar was grateful and surprised in his heart, these things usually carried on his own back, and they were still a bit heavy.

Surprised, Sodar followed the soldier from the roof to the end of the car. The position has already left the station, and it is in the cold wind without the slightest protection. The hot body suddenly became cold, and Sodar shook his body, and came to the end of the vehicle under the guidance of the soldier's bright flashlight and the miner's lamp on his hat.

There was no noise here, only the sound of the cold wind blowing in the ears. Sodal took a deep breath, his chest feeling colder. The surroundings were dark and lonely, and the first time I came outside the station on a winter night, the distance was also a few hundred meters away, and the stations in the distance became a lot smaller. He was slightly scared in his heart, but he was accompanied by the chief manager and the soldier, so he didn't have to worry.

Sodar looked at the steward, and his face was the same as his, as ugly as if he had eaten the carrion of a mouse. The retrain was also a few meters high, and he was about to go down against the rope when the soldier next to him found a portable communicator in his coat pocket.

When the soldier turned on the communicator to answer, his face did not change, but he just said a few "yes" and then hung up.

Then the soldier looked up and looked at Sodar: "It's the side of this carriage, you still have half an hour, please hurry." ”

After saying that, it seemed that something had happened over there, and he hurried back. The chief of the pipes followed as a matter of course, leaving Sodar alone to stand there and watch the two leave, blowing the cold wind himself, and did not speak for a long time.

After getting out of the car, he moved his body first. Then he took out the cigarette he was carrying and turned the light to the maximum, observing the situation on the side panel of the carriage.

It had been sealed, and the material was obvious, it was the steel plates on the fortresses that he was still cutting just now. It was not welded, but directly used a thin iron pillar as a steel nail, and a steel plate was nailed to it. There was a white mist squeezing out of the gaps that had not been sutured.

How much force does it take to do this? Sodar looked at the marks, and the thin iron pillars were clearly knocked in by man.

He couldn't figure out what kind of person could have such strange powers, and after a few puffs of cigarettes, he turned on the machine and began to carefully cut the steel plate out of the side of the retrain.

It took some time, and in order not to destroy the black iron steel plates on the sides of the recolumn, Sodar acted carefully. Soon after, there was a "clang", and the nailed steel plate fell off and smashed against the concrete on the side of the tracks. A near-circular hole that could fit through an entire stout adult appeared beneath the light of the lamp above his head.