At the moment of darkness, everyone seemed to fall silent, along with their actions and breaths.
The entire Joint Train had turned off its lights, and the convoy outside had also locked doors and windows, turned off the engines, and the survivors hid in the small safe rooms within the steel carriages, quietly listening to the sound of the sandstorm passing by.
Woo woo~
Woo~
The wind over the Gobi Desert seemed to never cease, with gravel making rustling sounds as they hit the vehicle's armor, and various empty gasoline cans and tins clanged as they were blown down the streets or across the wilderness of Akse. In the distance, only the silhouettes of rolling hills remained. Although the area was open, no one knew what might appear in the wilderness. Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Chen Sixuan sat down next to Lin Xian, who was both manufacturing an automatic bullet stamping machine and using the Mechanical Heart to observe the situation outside the train.
