Chapter 155: Death of Helan
"Under attack, under attack, maximum alert! We need Railway Patrol Guard backup here, we need the Mobile Task Force! The wilderness has gone mad!"
"This cargo is high value! It cannot be lost. Open fire!"
Even before the freight train derailed, the crew in the locomotive's cabin and the front passenger cars mounted a fierce response. Marshall, the driver group leader, hit the alarm system as the train's guards manned the mounted turrets and opened fire.
Through the windows, they watched a massive fleet of vehicles surging across the wilderness plains, rolling toward them like a tidal wave.
Fierce gunfire tore outward, shredding the painted freaks of the Trash Clan charging at the front into bloody pulp. Their Junk Chariots were flipped and blown apart, filling the Wasteland with the thick stench of blood, gunpowder, and burning fuel.
Yet the people on the train could only watch as those dilapidated war chariots continued to swarm forward like an endless horde of monsters, threatening to drown them entirely.
Bang! Crash!
Trash Clan war chariots slammed directly into the locomotive. Windows shattered, the cabin twisted, and several vehicles pierced right through the hull. The painted madmen inside shrieked and howled; some were crushed to death on impact, while others scrambled wildly into the train cars.
The assault on the locomotive caused the entire train to shudder. It careened off the tracks, grinding out an ear-piercing screech as it derailed.