CHAPTER 273: CHAPTER 124 I AM INVINCIBLE AGAIN!_2

He is the materials expert within the base.

Previously, Zhang Feng said he would be his apprentice, and then ran off, along with Big Beard’s fake identity as a top student.

This would surely anger the expectant old master.

He earnestly wants to pass down his skills, not just joking around.

"Master Sun." Zhang Feng saw that the old master got angry just by looking at him, took out two bottles of water, hobbled over to him, and handed them to him,

"When I came back, I went around the lakeside, specifically brought two bottles of water for you to water your ’companion’.

’Companion’ is the flower he’s been growing recently.

"Thank you." The old master saw the water and turned around to take it.

"No need for formalities." Zhang Feng smiled, then looked at a few people nearby, "Give me a hand, the train brought back some cement and a few buckets of water, let’s unload it."

"Alright!"

"Just when there’s nothing to do..."

The group, hearing there’s work, sincerely came over to help.

The atmosphere at their small station is still quite good, sort of mutual reliance.

"Back already?"

Again, from the second floor, the station chief heard the noise below, and groggily pushed open the window, sticking his head out.

There’s also some cool air coming down.

He has air conditioning in his room, powered by the solar Z1 battery.

"Just got back." Zhang Feng yawned, last night he chased a Sun Beast, didn’t sleep.

This morning back at the station, the refreshing cool air hit him, easing him, letting his spirit relax into fatigue.

"I’m going to sleep first." Zhang Feng didn’t talk much with them, headed upstairs, not helping unload the cargo from the train.

The others are used to Zhang Feng’s "my way or the highway" attitude.

Because Zhang Feng always does the work of several people alone.

For instance, this time collecting cement and fetching water.

Usually, it needs six people going out together, for mutual courage.

The wasteland is still dangerous, not everyone is relatively kind like them.

But Zhang Feng always works alone.

This, in their view, is brave, capable, and lucky, never encountering trouble.

Except that he wears the train chief’s hat every day during the hot weather, which is a bit odd.

"This strange guy in such an environment, daring to work alone with a lame leg, is indeed remarkable, but also truly eccentric."

"Isn’t he?"

"Last year I heard the cripple say his leg was once broken by someone, but those two were killed by the cripple, he’s still quite fierce."

"But he’s also quite strange..."

At this moment, while unloading, a few people also praised Zhang Feng’s bravery in their words.

"Don’t talk bad about people behind their backs." The old master retorted, then hummed a tune from before the apocalypse, going upstairs to water his ’companion’.

Again at the gate.

Big Beard sat in the shadow of the corner, patting his full belly, feeling having a small station and having a friend is really nice, better than wandering alone in the past.

’Seeing him pat his belly, we know the brothers ate something good again...’ Upstairs, the station chief gazed at his cozy little station, feeling it’s hard to find such a good home in the apocalypse.

It’s just that the weather is too hot, better to sleep first.

These people downstairs are actually on duty.

Most of them are active at night.

...

Woosh—

In a hall, the air conditioning blows cold air, with over a dozen small station personnel sleeping here.

Zhang Feng’s bed is in the corner, he sleeps here in the air-conditioned room, but usually either outside or practicing in a room.

Passing by numerous sprawled people.

Zhang Feng listened to the rise and fall of snoring, habitually lay down, and fell asleep.

Most of the people in this room are the station’s combat team members.

There’s another room nearby, where several female members of the station are.

Anyway, it’s division of labor, men handle physical work and go out, women are skillful, do some needlework and cooking.

Zhang Feng thought, listened to the snores for a while, and quickly fell asleep.

...

"Who came?"

"Seems like people from another station?"

Not sure how long, Zhang Feng heard people talking nearby, woke up refreshed.

Of course, this is also because no one approached him.

Otherwise, Zhang Feng would abruptly open his eyes in vigilance.

With the same frightening demeanor, and the strange habit of always wearing a hat, it led to people talking avoiding being near Zhang Feng.

"Zhang Feng, you’re awake?"

A few meters away by the window, someone saw Zhang Feng awake, gestured, "Train Chief Zhang, come quickly and see, many people have arrived outside the small station."

Some call Zhang Feng ’the cripple’, others call him ’train chief’.

Because Zhang Feng told them it’s a train chief’s hat.

Then Zhang Feng gained the nickname Train Chief Zhang, quite endearing.

"Outsiders?" Zhang Feng, hearing outsiders came, curiously walked over, slightly leaned over a person’s shoulder, looking out.

Under the night, outside the small station, over twenty solar-powered cars stopped, and more than ninety people got off one after another.

Along with the headlights illuminating the roadside like daylight.

Zhang Feng saw among them, eighty-two men, seven women, all in their prime years between twenty and forty.

Some of them held crossbows.

Others wielded familiar knives and reinforced steel bars.

The lead was even carrying a conspicuous handgun at the waist.

"Their intentions are not good." Zhang Feng felt their attire and stance, not like they came for a friendly chat.

Meanwhile.

The station chief also led a few people downstairs.

"Chief..." Big Beard, seemingly strong alone, but at this moment seeing this nearly hundred-person convoy, was also nervously anxious.

If a real fight broke out, just the lead man’s handgun could take out quite a few of their people.