"Now!"

"Kakakakakaka..."

On the ice field, a snowfield train is traveling on a high-altitude track about fifteen meters above the ground.

Perhaps due to aging, the rails rub against the wheels, occasionally making some sharp and harsh sounds, but they are soon drowned out by the sound of the wheels rolling.

In the carriage, Yanagi Yuan was half-lying on a couch spread horizontally, with his hands behind his head, dozing off idly.

It was already half a day ago for her to follow the greenhouse guards out of the greenhouse.

Now, they are on their way to the eastern snowfield, which will be the first gathering point of the herd and where this expulsion operation will begin.

And before arriving there, there will naturally be a period of calm before the storm.

Right now, it's obviously such a time.

There are no seats in the carriage because it would affect traffic, so most people just sit on the floor.

Yanagi Yuan was one of the luckier ones because she also found a couch. Although it was not clean, it was at least much more comfortable than sitting directly on the ground.

People on both sides didn't fight with her because she was a rare woman in this operation, and she didn't look easy to mess with.

No one would argue with others over a couch at this time. After all, after leaving the greenhouse, most people have only one purpose left, and that is to return alive.

"Kakakaka."

The carriage shook again, causing the two straight knives hanging on Yanagihara's waist to collide with each other several times, making a crisp sound.

"Is it really okay if you don't wear cold-proof clothes?" A familiar voice sounded next to Yanagi Yuan.

Liuyuan opened his eyes and looked over, and found that Wardson was standing there, looking at her with a complicated expression.

Yes, she was assigned to Wardson's carriage, and I don't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"It doesn't matter, I'm born unable to feel the cold." Liuyuan, still half-lying, replied calmly.

And cold-proof clothes will affect her movement, so she doesn't like to wear heavy things.

Even so, you might be exaggerating a bit. Wardson thought as he looked at Yanagihara with a troubled expression.

At this time, Yanagihara was only wearing two pieces of clothing, one was her brown coat, and the other was a black vest lining it. Her abdomen was almost completely exposed, and even her neck was without any protection.

If ordinary people did this, they would probably get severe frostbite within half an hour.

What an enviable physique.

Other people in the carriage also heard Yanagi Yuan's words and cast envious glances.

You know, the severe cold on the ice sheet has always been one of the main factors causing death.

If you can't be affected by the cold, your chances of survival will be higher.

But Liuyuan obviously doesn't care about these problems. After all, she has an unscientific body. Even she herself doesn't know where the upper limit of her body's self-healing is. It seems that as long as she wants to, no matter what kind of injury she is, she

Can be restored instantly.

"Anyway, you should pay attention to yourself."

Without thinking about whether Liuyuan would be cold or not, Wardson shook his head, picked up the telescope in his hand again, and began to observe the situation on the ice sheet.

Behind him, soldiers were cleaning their guns, employees were gnawing dried meat and arranging their equipment, everything was silent.

As for small talk, I'm sorry, almost no one has such thoughts at this time.

This is a forced "war" that no one wants to participate in, but most of them have no choice but to participate.

As for why.

Maybe, it's just because they want to live.

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The next day it started to snow in the ice field.

This is not a good phenomenon, because the heavy snow will obscure the line of sight, thus affecting the soldiers' observation of the snowfield, and also affecting the accuracy of the firearms.

Fortunately, the snow stopped that afternoon. A soldier who knew a little about the weather said that there should be good weather in the next few days.

This makes everyone feel better, yes, at least the situation is not extremely bad, right?

So, on the second day after entering the ice field, the Greenhouse Guards arrived at the eastern snow field.

The track's horizontal height of fifteen meters is enough to prevent most wild animals from approaching the train. The speed of the train can also ensure the safety of the people on board as much as possible.

After making this clear again, Wardson issued his order.

Light the incinerator.

The next moment, the stove in the front compartment was ignited by flames. The soldiers filled it with animal luring spices and burning materials. The orange flames burned, and a pungent smell was gradually released.

"Woo!"

The whistle sounded.

After a while, thick smoke spewed out from the chimney at the front of the train, leaving a long trail in the air as the train moved.

It's evening now.

The soldiers and mercenaries adjusted their firearms for the last time. They all knew that after nightfall, the herd would become active.

The smell of the animal luring spice is enough to make them attack the train like crazy.

This will be a hard battle, and may not be able to rest for days or nights, and may also cost the lives of everyone here.

But they have no choice, because only in this way can they keep their only living space, because only in this way can they continue to live, and the people in the greenhouse can continue to live.

alive.

These two words seem to be all people's sustenance after the disaster.

They tried their best to live, even if it was just to survive for one more day, they lingered without reservation.

Yes, if there is really no hope, who would want to face death.

It has to be said that human beings are always tenacious, at least until everything is over, they have not yet thought about giving up the struggle completely.

At least until everything ends, there are still people who are still working hard to survive.

Otherwise, there would be no greenhouses and the so-called Greenhouse Guards.

They support humanity's last shred of dignity in the face of disaster.

As a result, humans did not cry or beg for mercy, but fought.

Even they themselves knew that there was almost no chance of winning this battle.

Because this fight isn't fair.

Because beasts can be defeated countless times, but humans cannot fail even once.

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Yanagi Yuan had also woken up at this time. She held the rifle in her hand and loaded bullets one after another into the magazine.

It is not modest to say that her marksmanship is very good, at least compared to ordinary people. She can basically achieve perfect results. But even so, it is difficult for her to use this rifle alone.

What obvious role does it play in the siege of the herd?

On both sides, soldiers or hirelings were already squatting by the window, aiming their rifles at the snowy field.

Yanagi Yuan sighed, stood up, raised his rifle and lay down by the car window.

How long has it been since she participated in such a battle?

The wanderer thought so.

Maybe it had been so long that she couldn't even remember what kind of "wars" she had participated in in the past.

I just vaguely remember that it was simply the end of mankind.

Maybe some people who are familiar with history will know something about the past called the Battle of Greenhouse No. 213 in the South.

That "war" completely destroyed the hope of mankind.

You know, Yanagi Yuan still vaguely remembers it.

She was once called a hero, but she couldn't change anything.

She still vaguely remembered that the setting sun that day was spreading a blood-colored afterglow.

She still vaguely remembered that day when she knelt and sat among countless corpses, watching in despair as everything in front of her was destroyed.

Well, she has fought before.

For an insubstantial thing.

It's just that she failed.

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The sunset over the snowfield has set, and night has fallen.

The carriage was silent, except for the occasional sound of the train vibrating, which still echoed in people's ears.
To be continued...