Before Global Motorisation, I Bought a Heavy Truck

These locomotives are large and small, light trucks, micro trucks, vans, cars, and even motorcycles and scooters.

What is surprising is that the motorcycle, scooter and locomotive are holding the guy in his hand, the brand new automatic rifle is loaded, and the muzzle is pointed at the two.

Motorcyclists are about the same size as ordinary people. They are short in stature and have little strength. What distinguishes them from humans is that their bodies are made of cold steel.

This type will be the main labor force at the bottom in the future.

"What's your name, where did it come from, and why are you here?" a red Alto locomotive man asked the two.

After blinking at the muzzle, Huang Quan stepped back and smiled: "Brother, don't be impulsive. My name is Huang Quan. This is my brother Lin Qing. We have taken refuge from the deep north."

The short white scooter picked up a pen and wrote the identity of the two on a piece of paper.

"It is everyone's responsibility to protect human beings. From now on, you two have been expropriated. You must eat and drink every day and be safe, right?"

Huang Quan was dumbfounded, and he was requisitioned just now, "Brother, let me ask, promise to eat and drink, and what to drink?"

"Of course it is gasoline." Red Alto resolutely said: "The gas station here has been occupied by us, and outsiders can't drink the gas."

"Don't say I didn't tell you, our locomotive people will die without gasoline replenishment."

Huangquan...

"Big brother, don't you think your stomach rustles?"

"It's loud, but whose gas tank doesn't make any noise?"

"What's the food?"

"Beast corpse!"

"Fuck it?"

"Nonsense, otherwise it won't work."

At the thought of eating a steel beast raw, Huang Quan felt cold and admired these people. No wonder all the teeth were broken.

"Lin Qing, what are you doing?" Huang Quan cast an inquiring look.

With just a dozen rifles, it doesn't hurt much. It only takes five seconds for him to squeeze the guy with the gun into scrap.

If Lin Qing made his shots easier, he would have to lie down if he swept over with a laser gun.

Shaking his head slightly, Lin Qing said humanely to these locomotives: "What do we need to do?"

"Simple, go to the streets every day to search for food, and meet beasts to beat them back."

Sure enough, just as he guessed, Lin Qing nodded, "Okay, our brothers agreed."

"Forget your knowledge." Alto waved, the people behind lowered their guns, "Leave a team to guard, and the others will follow me to sweep Xinba Street. The two newcomers, Lin Wu, keep up."

Following behind his ass, Huang Quan whispered softly, "This is not your style, so why don't you give them up."

Lin Qing sighed: "These people are different from Brother Liu in the service area. They are organized. They gather locomotives to protect ordinary humans."

"In other places, there are many organizations of this kind. Generally, as long as we don't do too much, we don't care. Anyway, we want to hunt down the steel beasts.

After the cataclysm, the authorities were recruiting locomotive people, but there were also some people who did not want to be sent under the fence to gather a group of people to survive independently.

Ten minutes later, everyone came to the outskirts of Xinba Street, and Lin Qing from all walks of life saw the steel beasts on the street, hundreds of them in groups.

Without rushing forward, hiding behind a building, the Red Alto said the battle plan: "The machine gunners shot from side to side, advancing layer by layer. After capturing the street, the first team went up to the tall building on the left, and the second team went up to the tall building on the right."

"The newcomer is big and will go first in a while. If you dare to run, the people behind can sweep you two into a beehive."

"No problem." As Lin Qing became a mecha, Huang Quan did the same.

Inexplicably, it was getting dark again.

Two Big Macs stood behind them, the motorcyclist holding the guns trembling, and the rest were dumbfounded.

"Jiang, Jiang, Jiang, Jiang team."

"There's something to say, there's a fart!" Alto put his gaze to the front, never looking back.

"Jiang, Team Jiang, this, this, this, this, this, it's so big."

Looking at a four-meter-high Shiba Inu on the street, Alto said, "It's really big. This is a tough battle. Where is Ye Daying? Did you find him?"

"Team Jiang, I'm not talking about this." The person behind was almost crying, and patted Alto's shoulder lightly, "Let's look back for yourself."

Feeling silent behind him, Alto turned his head back, and the darkness was overwhelming, "Hey, why are there more walls."

No, he held his head up and looked up the wall, with two big faces facing him, one red and one yellow mecha.

Different from ordinary locomotives, these two mechas are perfect and look like works of art in appearance. One of them is printed with the word "car" on its chest, and only half of it appears.

He has seen this kind of sign, and the kid named Ye Daying in the team has it, but his car is not obvious.

He laughed quack, Huang Quan said, "Team Jiang, right? When will you rush?"

"Guru!" After swallowing the air, Alto smiled bitterly: "Just call me Xiaojiang, what's the matter before we finish this battle, okay?"

The first time he met, he knew that these two people were big guys, heavy trucks, and mining dump trucks.

But I didn't expect it to be so big, one 18 meters, one 20 meters, it's too scary!

Especially this red heavy truck is very unscientific. It's not that he has never seen a heavy truck locomotive, but that thing is 15 meters at most.

What is going on with this whole floor higher?

"Okay!" Lin Qing nodded expressionlessly.

Taking a deep breath, Alto said solemnly: "The teams listen to my command and act according to the original plan. Go."

"Da da da! da da da!"

Motorcycles and scooter rushed out with rifles. The two teams from the left and the right cooperated very well, one by the shoulder and the other slowly approaching.

Under their blast, a steel beast body was pierced, and an average of dozens of bullets could kill one.

Looking at the scene, Huang Quan said lightly: "Well-trained, kind of interesting!"

"I'm afraid I have to ask Team Jiang." Lin Qing looked down at the red Alto, who was staring nervously at the battlefield.

In the catastrophe, only motorcycles and scooters can play guns, because their bodies are similar to ordinary people, but they are stronger than ordinary people.

Slightly older locomotives can't use a gun, let alone use it, they can't put their thumb in the trigger, holding the gun is like holding a toothpick.

These scooters are well matched with motorcycles and have a strong psychological quality. None of them retreat half a step. Each shot is not only accurate, but also stable.

I don't know if it is an illusion, Lin Qing can see the temperament of soldiers in them.

Sweeping down a group of steel beasts, the gunmen walked up the stairs to the buildings on both sides of the street. There were a few broken glass sounds and guns were set up on the windows on the second floor.

"Here we are, come on!" Looking at the angry steel beast, Team Jiang waved.

From the back of the building, a team of Autobots roared forward. From the scars and aura on these people, Lin Qing could see that it was not the first time that they had done this kind of thing.

"Old Huang, I'm on it!"

"Wait, I'll go too!"

Supporting the roof with one hand, Lin Qing jumped out flexibly and walked to the middle of the street a few steps, followed by Huang Quan.