"Wait a little longer." Cassia finally gave this reply, and the major did not answer immediately. Now this period is indeed not a good time to get off the train. The re-trained railway line is halfway up the mountain, full of snow-covered slopes, and the terrain is not very friendly to them. There is still time to delay, so the major himself is not particularly anxious.

"Yes, wait a little longer, and we can take less roads at that time," said the major. "But by the early morning, we must consider it clearly. Whether to drop the re-ranking, or stay here to continue to observe the subsequent situation, I hope there are sufficient reasons. No matter which choice, someone as a companion, will always feel more comfortable and at ease."

"There is another point, I said it once in the warehouse." The major reminded Cassia, "This batch of goods is indeed very important to the upper level of the volcanic base, but I think there is still a clear difference between their 'importance' and the important things in our own perception. Selling these firearms and ammunition, even steam engines and various high-precision military equipment, for them, except for transportation costs and certain risks, is a non-substantiable transaction. So in their eyes, the important thing may not be this batch of goods. Of course, it is possible that there is something precious mixed in it. But for them, it is more important to them, maybe it is still credibility and reputation in the dark world. As long as the exchange of interests is involved, reputation and reputation have always been more difficult to obtain and stabilize than money."

"They may value this more. The surgeons have much more lives than ordinary people. After many surgeons become merchants, they are more willing to sacrifice part of their interests to ensure their credibility in the early stages, and thus prepare for a larger transaction in the future. If the goods are just for the goods, as a transaction without capital, it may be nothing to be destroyed once. But if you lose an important customer, this loss will be much greater." The major continued, "I know you are interested in this batch of goods, so I have to remind you again. The top leaders of the volcanic base are something you cannot resist, and behind him is Lieutenant General Gabino, as the commander of the Visio Fortress, I think this title alone is enough to make many people retreat. And how do you intercept this batch of things, what transportation do you rely on, where to sell them after transportation, and whether they can be digested immediately,,,,,,"

"This is a whole process, and the process requires the help of all kinds of people. We all know the benefits of the dark world, because as long as there is enough money, you can buy most of the things you want. And if you have some goods that are prohibited by imperial laws, you can also sell them out. But in fact, it is not so smooth. The transactions in the dark world are the same as those in our daily lives. If you put the goods out, you may not buy them immediately. You must know that if the goods on this re-list are intercepted, it will take some thought to just transport and store them on the way. You cannot think of intercepting the re-list and then transport them directly to the buyer, right? If you really think this way, we should set up the re-list early."

Cassia quietly listened to the message from the major through the tap at the end, with a hint of helplessness on her face, but she shook her head.

"I know, it's not that naive." Cassia replied, and Release still rolled forward.

Afterwards, the two contacted each other every two hours to inform each other of their respective situations. They were in good condition and consumed nothing more than physical strength that could not be lost. They were all sandwiched between the gaps in the pipes, and some of their bodies could be placed on the pipes, and they did not use much strength. The body temperature maintenance also became very balanced because of the red copper pipes around them.

The two of them rested with their eyes closed at the bottom of the car, leaving only a part of their energy to pay attention to the surroundings. The sound of the steel wheel moving forward cannot be called noise in their ears, and they can still sleep well. They both have almost mechanically accurate biological clocks, and can also be adjusted accurately with their consciousness. The two made an appointment for a time to exchange their final thoughts at that time.

At night, violent wind whistled from the broken windows of the control room and poured in. The sound of the front of the car crashing away from the snow-covered front was friendly and straightforward, spreading towards the surrounding black.

There were about a dozen people in total, each of whom was surrounded by a piece of cloth that was not considered a clothes to resist the cold wind and squeezed into the fourth section tractor. The windows and doors here were roughly intact, and the only large bullet hole was blocked by them.

There was no energy on their faces, revealing fatigue. They hid in the cargo compartment and inhaled several sips of toxic substances to a greater or lesser extent. The thing had no obvious smell. If they had not been aware of it earlier by their body perception, they might have gradually died because of the loss of control of their brain nerves and disorders in their bodies' functions.

The most obvious feature of weak body, and the ability to resist cold has also decreased a lot. Except for holding hands around and looking at Shannna outside the car window, the others were sitting on several wooden boards, leaning against each other, without saying a word.

"I'll go out." Shanna said at this time, without waiting for the dozen or so people to answer, she opened the car door and walked through the suspension aisle and turned over the top of the car.

The wind was very strong, cold and sharp, and there were snow particles as hard as small pebbles, which hit her naked face, causing obvious pain. If it weren't for the abnormal weight, Shannna wouldn't have doubted the fact that she would be blown by the wind.

There was a faint cloud in the sky, and the silver light could barely penetrate, leaving blurry outlines around. Shannar was observing these outlines to determine their current location. The route of the re-row was not straight, and when she knew that the re-row was circled around the middle of the mountain range, where their exact location was the primary issue.

They need to relist in a suitable location to reduce the time to return to their country. There is also a detailed map of the surrounding mountains in their heads, and Shanna began to do this work formally through the comparison of scenery.

"Squeak,,,," Halfway through the smooth progress, Shanerna's body standing firmly on the re-row line gently turned toward the front. While she was firmly firm, a series of violent sparks appeared at the bottom of the re-row line, splashing out from the contact surfaces of the rows of steel wheels and rails. The harsh friction sounds suddenly interlaced and spread far away.

The re-ship in the entire vehicle began to decelerate step by step, and the air pressure and steam also gushed towards the surroundings as the speed decreased. The pressure valves between the nodes on the re-ship were opened, removing the ultra-high pressure in the pipeline bit by bit.

When Shanna jumped off the top of the re-line and arrived in front of the tractor in the third quarter, someone had already opened the door in advance and stood there looking at a look of at a loss.
Chapter completed!