A sharp and piercing grinding sound suddenly erupted from under the car, and the train seemed to breathe its last breath in the noise, and finally stopped next to the station. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The voices outside intensified at this moment, the angry roars of the men, the seeping screams of the women, and the miserable cries of countless children, which were overpowered by dozens of revolver pistols that were still spewing smoke and tongues of fire.

The station was like a symphony of out-of-control frenzy, with a variety of emotions, colorful and distorted faces, the angry foreheads of the managers, the disdainful and disgusted looks of the nobles who hurriedly boarded the train in the aristocratic passages, and of course, the countless silent and dark faces in the freight cars.

Administrator Wallendo's forehead was covered with sweat under his black fur hat, and his face was red from the roar, there was no cargo to carry here, and all the refugees had to be taken away. He fired six shots into the sky in succession, and the power and sound of the sound were so powerful that his own ears were still faintly roaring, but he 、、、No! The number of the group in front of him could no longer be described, it should be said that it was a dense sea of people. The deterrent of pistols has no effect on them, because there are too many of them.

The train station was located on the edge of the fortress of Visya, and the sudden outbreak of war in the past few months had illuminated the birth of a large number of refugees throughout the region, and ordinary people were as weak as ants in front of professional soldiers. The Empire's weakly weak laws suddenly became ineffective, thieves and bandits abounded, armies were uncontrollab, factories were closed, and countless people died every day from war and hunger, all of them wanted to leave this place that was about to turn into hell.

They couldn't afford to sit on ordinary passenger trains, and only wagons like the Imperial Retrain did what they wanted.

Putting aside the nest on his pistol, Wallendau wanted to dump the six-round cartridge casings that smelled of pungent gunpowder smoke and replace them with new brass shells. But the flow of people that spread around the station had gathered strength, pushing and hugging like waves in the sea crashing on the reef. The person behind wanted to squeeze to the front, so he pushed hard, and the person in front wanted to get closer and stand in the best position to get on the bus, so he took advantage of his strength to hug forward. Under the force of this irresistible force, the bullet gripper in his hand fell, and six bullets fell to the ground, scattered on the fine barbed wire pedal at his feet. His body involuntarily took a few steps back, slamming into the half-human-tall steel lever beside him, and his horizontal flesh and chubby red face shook a few times from the sheer force.

He quickly found his balance and stood up, his bloodshot eyes glaring at the crowd less than a meter away in front of him, and the sweat on his forehead seemed to be evaporated by the heat of the blood in the veins of the rage. I saw his bear-like body step forward, and a flame called anger was spewing from his body. His anger made him unaware of the lever that was being pressed down by his body.

Then there was a unique sound of steam gushing behind him as the air flow valves opened and closed, and under the drive of steam, steel pulleys operated on the track, and several white steam came out of the door joints, and the thick and hideous cargo door slowly opened, like a dragon opening its sharp teeth that had been clenched like a floodgate.

The third floor of the cargo box, which was a head higher than the platform, finally saw the light again, and on one side were dozens of pale faces that had squinted down, and on the other side were painfully distorted faces that seemed to see heaven and longed to break free from the shackles of hell.

Oh my God, it's a big deal. Under Valendaw's serious and distorted and frightened face, he scolded sullenly in his heart.

The flow of people suddenly turned into a huge wave, and the small reef of Wallenroad was swallowed up in an instant. It became an outlet and a huge signal. The administrator with extremely limited manpower could not resist this crazy crowd at all, more and more cargo doors were slowly opened under the rhythm of steam, refugees were surging and pushing, some people were lucky to have their holes in their shoes stepped on, some people had twisted faces and fell in front of the container forever, and some people were pushed off the platform, a height of several meters made them groan in pain, and their mouths were muttering for the Holy Emperor's help.

Valendau couldn't say the bitterness in his heart, his mouth kept scolding, and from time to time he would open his already hoarse throat and roar a few times. But that doesn't change the fact that the station is completely out of control.

Even though his body was huge and thick, he still didn't have the strength to resist before the waves of people. It's like a boat swaying on the water on a stormy night, in danger of being destroyed at any moment.

The crowd surged forward with him under his feet a layer of shoes that had been trampled off, and they seemed to be transformed into the sand and poured into the crate with the force of the waves.

Valendau felt like he was about to be squeezed into a cake, and there was a huge sense of oppression all over his body. What was even more terrifying was that the hand he held the pistol could not be recovered from the advancing crowd at the moment, and the advancing crowd gave his fingers more and more strength and erosion. So after a few breaths, the fingers finally couldn't hold on and got stuck in the trigger, and there was the pain of squeezing and rubbing the left and right people, a few fingers shook, and the revolver fell down.

Underneath was a layer of broken shoes, and the fall of the pistol did not provoke any sound. As soon as the pistol lay on a torn cotton shoe, one foot kicked it, and the pistol became a by-product of the wave, and began its fantastical journey in the connected cargo box.

These hateful refugees, these damn fools! Valentau cursed in his heart, he finally pulled the door frame of the cargo box and climbed onto the roof of the cargo box, and the sturdy rubber shoes could actually be stepped on, and the buttons of the thick cotton jacket on his body had collapsed. He ran towards the aristocratic quarters, waving his hands and blowing vigorously with a steel whistle in his mouth.

On this side of the command room in front of the platform, all the people in military padded jackets looked at the imperial reformation in front of them with a blue face. There was an influx of people into the container, but the flow of people behind them seemed to be increasing.

These are the people who surrounded the low walls of the station and couldn't even afford to buy tickets for the crates, and at this moment they also frantically climbed over the low walls, climbing the long platform in waves, trying to get their way into the train in this chaotic situation.

Normally they don't even have a chance to get close to the station, because there are military guards stationed there. But a few months ago, the station's troops were requisitioned because of the raging war that spread to the Vethya Fortress. At this time, the defense forces of the station were just an empty shell.

"Report to the chief, the merchants and nobles have all finished boarding the train!" This sentence suddenly echoed in the command room like a reminder.

"Close the cargo door, restart the retrain, and to hell with this bunch of filthy,. The chief almost gritted his teeth and said this. Not because of the trouble caused by the loss of control of the station, but because the refugees who were trampled to death on the ground, who wanted not to be questioned by the above, these people were to give a generous death fee according to the weight.

The door of the cargo box began to close slowly under the drive of the main console, the air flow valve spewed steam, and the iron shelves connecting the platform to the container were slowly retracted.

A long whistle begins with the tragic background music.

The people in front tried to stop, but the force of the crowd was irresistible, and they fell off the platform. The people behind couldn't see what was going on in front of them, only the sound of steam and whistles, and the train seemed to be leaving, which made them even more crazy.

This is a passage filled in with a human body. The platform is four meters from the train rails and three meters from the cargo door. But it only took a dozen or so breaths for the huge cavity between the platform and the train to be filled with a human body.

More people stepped on the soft human body, and they only thought it was a layer of galoshes. The retrain was already slowly moving, and they wanted to climb up to the crate and get in through the open vents.

The crucified furnace was activated again, and the massive bodies of the realignment creaked, and the rails that were as shiny as metal slowly rolled forward, the soft bodies of the humans in front of him as weak as air.

The retrain finally escaped from the station. The people who did not get on the bus chased after them, crying, scolding, and pleading. The people who get on the bus are happy, happy, and relaxed. Only the layer of bright red minced meat on the railway track was silent.

"Damn. "The chief is in a bad mood, the railroad is full of corpses, and it is a big expense to clean up.

And Kasia's luck was good, the box he was in was not opened, the vent was closed by the person who noticed it in advance, and a large number of people came in through the passage connecting the left and right sides of the container, and the space that seemed spacious suddenly became extremely crowded.

Kasia's face was a little ruddy, although his body was also very strong, but at the moment he was still squeezed into a corner of the side of the cargo box, the vents were closed, and the air suddenly looked extremely dry and dull. He silently watched the luggage under his feet, and the people crowded on the left and right were all pale faces, full of traces of erosion by the cold wind.

The retrain sounded several whistles in succession, and in a very short time, it had accelerated to the fastest speed. As soon as we left the station, we were greeted by a snowstorm, and the vents were opened again, and the cold air poured in, but everyone's faces were visibly relieved.

There were people muttering to themselves in the cargo box, they were praying to the Holy Emperor, and it was the kindness and brilliance of the Holy Emperor to come up to the cargo box.

Kasia leaned against the cargo box, his eyelids were a little heavier, he wanted to sleep and rest, his feet that had not touched the ground for more than ten days began to swell a little, even though he got up every day to exercise for a while. But he knew that at least now was not the time to sleep, and the new people in the car had relieved their hearts, and they began to look around, and the kind of eyes that were like wolves that had been hungry for more than ten days. He was afraid that when he woke up, there would be only two pieces of hard leather left in the suitcase under his feet.

At least in the evening, and then you have to find someone you can basically trust to look after each other, and you have to wait until the person gets off the bus to settle down. Kasia didn't bother to look at them, many of them were wearing only a barely strong coat to protect them from the cold, and it was difficult to find a pair of shoes on their feet. The first thing they do when they get in the car is to pick up shoes that fit, and it's better to have them than to have them at all.

Kasya, who was almost in high spirits, finally stayed up until nightfall, and for most of the day there was no water or food. He felt thirsty in his throat and a pain in his stomach. The gas lamp was dim, and it was only half a day, and everyone's faces were already covered with exhaustion.

A few people had already gone to the front box to buy food.

Kasia sat and moved his body, leaning over to pick up his luggage and buy some bread to satisfy his hunger. But the next moment his body stiffened, as if carved in stone. Then he raised his head very unnaturally and looked around, some people were sleeping, some were looking at the gas lamps in a daze, and some people were looking at the few stars that flashed at the vents from time to time, and no one noticed him here.

Something had somehow gone next to his luggage, a rough revolver, a muzzle the thickness of a thumb and a body forged from black alloy to show its immense power.

Kasia's head buzzed, and suddenly became confused, as if by instinct, and he didn't know what was going on, and when a cold wind completely refreshed him, the pistol was already in his thick clothes. His body holding the luggage was a little fluttery, a little trance-like, and every step he took seemed to have something ringing in his head.

The floor of the carriage was also full of people, and Kasia walked between them step by step towards the food crate, the dim world in the dim light seemed to open a new world door for Kasia, and even the faces on the pale faces of the people seemed to be distorted a little.

So the seventeen-year-old boy walked slowly through a few cargo boxes dozens of meters long, and under the pale light of the gas lamp, in the murmuring of the Holy Emperor's prayers around, a bullet wrapped in a brass shell, as if it was an encounter of fate, accidentally appeared in the young man's resolute and pure black pupils.