Chapter 663 - 315 Flat-firing Gun_3
The fourth shell exploded right in the eyes of the Spider Train, which then exploded on the spot, sending bits of flesh flying into the sky like fireworks during a celebration. Maya was so happy that she raised her arms and shouted, "Wahaha!" She soon calmed down, stared quietly at the railroad tracks, seemingly lost in thought.
"After we finish our own business, we can go after other people’s trains," Lin Wu said on the side. You can always tell what someone’s going to say by the way they stick out their butt.
"Mm-hmm!" Maya picked up the walkie-talkie, "Qinglang, pick up the pace to maximum speed, we’re going to hunt for Spider Trains."
Loot: Hot Air Balloon. Needs to be installed at a factory stop. Its function is to hover a thousand meters above the train, allowing train players to gain the vision from the hot air balloon.
Maya, who couldn’t hide her excitement, shared some facts with Lin Wu and Qinglang. Before World War II, artillery observers used hot air balloons to spot enemies and the fall of shells to adjust the firing angles of their cannons. Although Lin Wu and Qinglang had no interest in the subject, they still asked questions out of courtesy, which sent Maya into a passionate monologue, starting from Napoleon’s artillery tactics all the way to the invincible 88 cannons of World War II.
Maya, however, showed no interest in modern starship guns. Whether it was modern starship guns or any other weapons, they were all controlled by artificial intelligence calculations, with the operators merely needing to issue a firing command. The human role was minimal. As long as the person was able to strictly follow orders, with a little training, they could become a qualified gunner.
They didn’t find the factory town, but they encountered another Spider Train in pursuit of players. The Orient Express sped up from the side and ran parallel to the player trains, bombarding the Spider Train mercilessly until it was crying for its daddy and mommy, leaving the players it was chasing dumbfounded. Unfortunately, the last, soul-entering shot missed by a hair’s breadth as the tracks diverged, leaving it to Lin Wu to wave goodbye to the other side as Maya got carried away with excitement.
At six in the evening, the Orient Express passed by Red Eye Stop, but Spider Train No. 1 hadn’t respawned. Faced with the empty tracks behind them, Maya, who had not had her fill of fun, had no choice but to accept this reality.
Lin Wu couldn’t bear it and immediately complained, "Why aren’t there any Spider Trains continuing to chase us?"