[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-apocalypse-i-built-an-infinite-train":3,"chapter-apocalypse-i-built-an-infinite-train-apocalypse-i-built-an-infinite-train-chapter-219":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Apocalypse: I Built an Infinite Train",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2261983,4414,"Chapter 219: Vehicle-Mounted Military Industrial Base (Revised)","apocalypse-i-built-an-infinite-train-chapter-219",219,"\u003Cp>“What are you laughing at!” Hu Lushou barked sharply, glancing at the train on the tracks and jerking his chin toward Lin Xian; he grinned, revealing a gold tooth: “Fine! You said it was okay, so better bring out everything you’ve got—don’t try to run after one shot. I’m being nice to you this time; next time, who knows?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Xian nodded, watching the truckload of supplies with interest, smiling as he said, “Then I’ll reluctantly help you restock your warehouse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned around: “Dadai, Lu Chang, get on the train and load up this big client!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Lin Xian spoke, everyone on Wuxianhao immediately understood. Kiki and Chen Sixuan barely suppressed laughter; Sha Sha’s face turned bright red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the survivors in the trading convoys all grew grim. Normally, they benefited by trading less for more—now they’d been cut out entirely. Disappointment and anger spread; many shook their heads and prepared to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lin Xian, before boarding, called out: “Don’t go yet. I’ll finish trading with this Brother Hu first, then I’ll deal with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At those words, not only the survivors about to leave froze, but Hu Lushou himself paused, thinking he’d misheard: “Hey, what do you mean? Think my stuff isn’t enough to clear your stock?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cao Hong from the Yemei convoy stood at the back of the crowd. Hearing this, he was stunned; several of his men began whispering among themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Xian showed no reaction. He feigned a frown, pretending to calculate, then said reluctantly, “I don’t know how much you brought. Let me prepare what your little truck can hold first—if it’s not enough, go back and fetch more?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Lushou’s face turned green. He pushed his frog sunglasses down and glared, shouting: “Good kid, you think you run a weapons factory? Big talk! Fine! I’ve got dozens more trucks at my camp—let’s see if you can choke me today!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Xian said nothing. He turned and signaled to Kiki and Chen Sixuan, then returned to the train with Dadai and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Sixuan now had her team members bring up several crates of weapons: “This crate contains twenty Starfire-26 fully automatic tactical rifles, half-new condition. Let’s count them first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Lushou glanced dismissively, snapped his fingers, and immediately his subordinates brought out a table, chairs, and tea set, arranging them neatly before him with practiced ease. He plopped down lazily; the rest of his men began inspecting each rifle one by one, while others hauled down the cargo from his truck, stacking it neatly before Chen Sixuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both sides grew busy. As crate after crate of supplies were loaded onto Wuxianhao, some onlookers abandoned their plans to leave; most still hoped for a lucky find, while others simply thought: wait until Hu Lushou finishes, then buy from him. After all, traveling far was hard, and weapons—a necessity—couldn’t be denied just because of price. Hu Lushou’s prices were still acceptable to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-haired woman stood silently behind Hu Lushou like a bodyguard, her gaze fixed on Wuxianhao’s key personnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sensed there were certainly powerful psychics among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crates of weapons were unloaded one by one from Wuxianhao. At first, they were mostly half-new or old rifles. Hu Lushou’s men even picked out some worn-out pieces they refused. But soon, the automatic rifles emerging from the train grew brand-new—even the weapon crates themselves were new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man inspecting the weapons grew increasingly uneasy, for he realized these guns weren’t just new—they still felt warm to the touch…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Wuxianhao, Lin Xian’s left hand operated the manufacturing factory, his right hand the mechanical workshop, rapidly producing automatic rifles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Starfire-26 fully automatic tactical rifle was extremely easy for him to produce, requiring minimal materials—only the ammunition was slow to generate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Producing so many automatic rifles held little meaning for Lin Xian—he couldn’t use them on the train, only trade them. These weapons worked fine against zombies or low-defense C-rank anomalies like Mist Spiders or Three-Headed Ghosts, but against high-defense targets, heavy weapons were needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since this guy came to disrupt his operation, Lin Xian’s Wuxianhao [Military Industrial Base] couldn’t be humiliated on its first day of opening. Besides, the man’s supplies clearly ran deep—perfect for restocking the train.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As crate after crate of brand-new automatic rifles were unloaded, and the opposite side silently hauled away their goods, Chen Sixuan calmly counted and recorded everything. Hu Lushou, sipping tea, began sensing something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because those weapon crates and brand-new rifles looked like they’d just rolled off a military production line. The only oddity: crates appeared only after intervals—but the train kept producing them endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The onlookers stared in stunned silence, never having seen so many weapons unloaded at once. Cao Hong, leader of the Yemei convoy, hidden behind the crowd, couldn’t believe his eyes—his gaze burned with greed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Lushou paused mid-sip, pushed his frog sunglasses down, and stared fixedly at the train’s door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time he thought no more would come out, two men would emerge carrying another crate…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if someone kept refreshing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spun around quickly and saw his truck’s cargo now reduced to less than a third. His expression turned grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, Sun Chang, do they really have a whole train full of weapons?” Hu Lushou whispered to the woman behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Chang, too, realized they’d severely underestimated this train group. She spoke slowly: “These weapons are too new. They must’ve acquired a military stockpile.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Lushou frowned: “Wait, seriously?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Lushou’s face darkened as he stared at the heavy train, muttering under his breath: “I believed in your damn trickery…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the scene of weapons crates being unloaded repeated endlessly before Hu Lushou’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final crate was placed before Hu Lushou’s team. The man inspecting the goods turned around—his subordinates all shrugged helplessly. His truck’s cargo was completely gone, replaced by neatly stacked crates of automatic rifles, filling the truck’s corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s it?” Chen Sixuan finished counting the last batch, looked up, and frowned at them: “That’s all?” Hu Lushou spilled his tea in shock. He leapt to his feet, his hand trembling as he held the cup. He glanced at his empty truck, then at another crate of rifles being unloaded from the train—his mind went numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Lin Xian stepped down from the train. Kiki followed beside him, barely holding back laughter as she stared at Hu Lushou: “I thought you had a big deal. We haven’t even filled half a carriage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, a truck couldn’t compare to a train carriage. Hu Lushou’s entire truckload filled only slightly less than a third of Carriage #7.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Xian walked over, expression calm: “Didn’t you say you wanted to clear your stock? Should I wait while you fetch more? Remember—you can’t leave until it’s all gone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, you—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Lushou’s face flickered between rage and fear. He realized he’d stepped into a massive trap. He was about to lash out—when he caught a sharp glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Xian regarded him with interest. His Mechanical Heart activated. Instantly, the train’s two automatic blast doors opened; the weapon pods on Carriages #2 and #11 retracted, and two terrifying Death Cannons slowly rose from the train.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoo~ Teng-teng-teng-teng-teng~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, an ordinary-looking heavy train transformed into a mobile battleship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Lushou and his men’s faces darkened as the G3 electromagnetic railgun and the 1130 CIWS base rotated upward. Every pupil shrank simultaneously. The survivor convoys recoiled instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the black muzzles of those two cannons, Hu Lushou froze. His frog sunglasses slid down to his nose, revealing two terrified eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stammered: “N-not… not, big… big brother, what are you doing?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart pounded. He’d almost attacked—but the other side had predicted his move before he even made it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, nothing.” Lin Xian glanced at the electromagnetic railgun. “Don’t worry. Just routine train system maintenance. Don’t be fooled by the size—these cannons don’t hurt at all when they hit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone: …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Chang’s face paled. These weapons weren’t just for beasts—they could take down monsters. How could two such killing machines be installed in ordinary passenger carriages?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Lushou felt like he’d seen a ghost. He’d had people watching this train since it entered the city. Though Wuxianhao was armored, it looked like ordinary civilian passenger cars. In this apocalypse, unless you had a military industrial system, who could fit two such weapons into a regular train?!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cao Hong of the Yemei convoy, his female team members, and the hundreds on the green train all fell silent. A chorus of sharp intakes of breath filled the air. Their rows of machine guns and cannons now looked childish beside Wuxianhao’s two heavy weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoo~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if by accident, the two “cannons” retracted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Hu, ignore that,” Lin Xian smiled at Hu Lushou. “Let’s get back to business.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, business! Business!” Hu Lushou cursed inwardly but smiled broadly, his arrogance vanished. He swallowed saliva repeatedly. “How should I address you, big brother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lin Xian.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Lin, I feel terrible taking so many rifles at such a low price. How about this—I’ll count them, and for every two crates of rifles, I’ll add you one crate of dried meat. What do you say?” Hu Lushou’s gaze shifted shrewdly and smoothly. He knew he’d hit a wall—his change of attitude was astonishingly fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Didn’t you say you had dozens more trucks to trade?” Kiki crossed her arms, then slowly floated upward, her hair drifting, eyes glowing with a threatening aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Xingchen had crouched on the roof unnoticed, flames dancing in his palms, smirking arrogantly: “I heard you say you’d kick us out once you cleared our stock. But we’re not done yet—are you going back on your word, boss?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this sight, everyone in the station gasped sharply, staring in shock at the two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even fools could tell these two possessed high-tier psychic abilities—now revealed, they were terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! I never said that!” Hu Lushou’s face turned pale. He instantly realized these people were beyond his reach. He summoned his survival instinct, thickened his skin tenfold, and barked at his men: “Did I ever say that to Brother Lin?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! No!!” All his men shook their heads frantically, sweat pouring down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Misunderstanding! Total misunderstanding!” Hu Lushou beamed, stepping closer, lowering his voice to Lin Xian: “I thought you guys were retail. I never imagined you were wholesale! How about this—you let me handle selling your remaining rifles? Our Fulu Shou convoy travels between cities trading goods—we’ve got multiple outposts and routes. Your rifles are top quality—I guarantee you’ll get a premium price. What do you say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Xian frowned, surprised at the gold-toothed skinny man before him. He was truly a talent—facing death, his first reaction wasn’t begging or apologizing, but boldly approaching, pretending to spot a business opportunity, offering partnership. Lin Xian was caught off guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So your goods are all bought cheap and sold high for profit?” Lin Xian said bluntly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Lushou straightened his back, speaking solemnly: “No, not at all. Our Fulu Shou convoy’s prices are always below the Blood Essence official exchange rate. But this world kills daily—every survivor convoy and camp needs different things, so we profit from demand gaps. You know nights are dangerous; trading everywhere is risky for us too. So… we just make a hard-earned profit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hard-earned profit?” Lin Xian almost laughed. “You’ve got a monopoly—how can that be little? Didn’t you just say you had dozens more trucks?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Lushou’s face twitched. He glanced around, then leaned closer, whispering to Lin Xian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not dozens—only ten or so. And they’re small trucks. This one’s our biggest haul. If you take all the food, my team of seventy or eighty will have to sleep with rifles and chew on them tonight. Plus, zombies and monsters are growing more numerous and stronger—small-caliber rifles are losing value. I’ve stockpiled a lot, so when I heard your radio price, I feared my goods wouldn’t sell, so I came…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Lushou wore a pleading expression. He’d planned to buy Lin Xian’s rifles and resell them slowly—otherwise, small-caliber rifles would keep depreciating, and he’d lose money. He never expected to be completely wiped out, ending up with hundreds of rifles he couldn’t unload. Worse, dozens of other survivor convoys were watching, and Lin Xian’s group was untouchable—he had no choice but to accept defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, clever as he was, he swiftly adjusted his strategy: now he’d cling to Lin Xian’s leg. Even if cooperation failed, escaping unscathed was better. If he kept trading, he’d cry himself to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please vote for monthly tickets, deeply grateful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2119,"2026-06-19T18:20:06.633Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3665cfbf44833a6c40d5c8b11646f86c3c11405de5d426ecf21004cc99fcd3ec","apocalypse-i-built-an-infinite-train-chapter-220","apocalypse-i-built-an-infinite-train-chapter-218",541,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapocalypse-i-built-an-infinite-train-cover.jpg"]