Su Huan turned his head to look at the streamlined carriage, primarily white, with water-blue gradient stripes. It looked much more futuristic than the wasteland-modified aesthetics of the armed train.
Measuring by eye, the height was just over four meters, but the single carriage was clearly longer than a green train.
He casually tossed out a few high-temperature grenades to give Liang Kuan a moment to catch his breath.
In temperatures over thirty degrees, swinging a shield in battle was evidently a life-risking endeavor.
"Is this an electric train?" Su Huan asked as he tapped on the exterior.
Liang Kuan wiped the sweat off his beard and gasped, "Hydrogen-powered train, aluminum alloy shell, moisture-proof and waterproof!"
After speaking, he raised his shield again and swung it at the zombie in front.
Hydrogen power—
This was somewhat beyond Su Huan's expectations, but hearing about the moisture-proof and waterproof features, his eyes lit up.
