The bitter cold wind was fierce, and Dragon Mountain No.1 and Infinity, parked on the northern line of the tracks, were now fully prepared.
On the front of Dragon Mountain No.1, Lu Xingchen, dressed in thick cold proof clothing, sat on the roof, gazing at the snowstorm, his communication headset ready for a signal at any moment, while Lu Yong and others on this side of Dragon Mountain No.1 were also preparing to start the train.
Inside the double-decker carriage, there were no longer any elderly or children; all adults were fully armed. The heavy machine guns, turrets, anti-aircraft guns, and electromagnetic guns on the rooftop were all in position. Everyone was looking towards the vast snowfield in the east, waiting for something.
"Three kilometers, is it? I understand."
