Chapter 125 The End of the Era: Railway Guerrillas

The motorcycle sped across the sand, followed by the second, third and fourth. One motorcycle after another sped forward and backward across the desert, and its driver clumsily turned the rudder to keep moving.

The tribesman warrior in the passenger seat stood up with a gun on his back. A motorcycle next to him had already driven to a parallel position. Hafas waved his arms and shouted for him to jump over. He did so, and then failed and fell on the sand and rolled several times.

Hafas cursed and punched the hood of the car, then shouted for the motorcycle team to stop. Vito couldn't help laughing as he watched them train. He watched Hafas sitting on the car and shouting angrily to instruct them on how to jump over, and important details such as how to drive the motorcycle well.

Although it actually took Vito a long time to teach Hafas, and his embarrassment during the period was also very eye-catching, but obviously, Hafas didn't want to mention his previous failure, but to teach the rest of the people as a successful winner, so Vito didn't tear him down.

Vito turned around and started to repair his motorcycle. The scarlet motorcycle had all the necessary parts. It must be said that although the predator's motorcycle itself was a hodgepodge, there were still many useful things in it.

Vito handed five of the six motorcycles to Hafas and others for training, trying to drive without overturning, jump on the board without falling, etc., but it seems that they still need a while to understand the essence of the railway guerrillas.

What? Vito? Oh no, my friend, he doesn't need practice. Vito has been robbing trains since the Western Development Era. At that time, he still jumped on the train on a horse. Later, he performed the same skilled drama in the Soviet-Russian Civil War and the Anti-Japanese War in the East.

Later, there was a movie with the same name "Railway Guerrillas" that described their work. Although Vito did not appear in that movie, after all, he was just a special commissioner who helped temporarily, not a real guerrilla member. It was indeed very abrupt for him to appear among a bunch of Orientals.

Vito continued to repair the motorcycle. He took materials from the motorcycle that he had disassembled into parts, and then installed them on his own car. Some of them needed to be polished, but overall everything went smoothly.

But it was not so smooth on the sandbar outside the camp in front. Hafas's team failed again. A motorcycle slipped and rolled to the ground, and the driver on it was thrown out.

Vito laughed unintentionally when he saw them, and then a voice interrupted his laughter. He looked at Sarah who was standing beside him and watching the "miserable situation" over there.

Hafas jumped off the car and picked up the man, scolding and kicking him to lift the car up, and then continued to practice.

"Aren't you going to train them?" Sarah asked. Vito sat on the ground with his chin resting on the motorcycle seat and smiled, "Hafas wants to train them himself, and I don't intend to take his job."

Sarah sighed, she knew what Vito meant.

Hafas didn't like Vito and thought he was trying to steal his limelight and status in the clan, so he had to compete with Vito in all aspects. The latter was very polite and took care of his emotions, so he let him think he had won and then do what he should do.

Sarah watched the motorcycle team drive from here to there and then back. There were many onlookers on the side of the training ground, especially the children who were particularly excited.

They looked at the speeding motorcycle curiously, especially her little brother who obviously wanted to ride it himself. Of course, he couldn't do it. It was difficult to grab the rudder with his height.

Hafas rode the bike and raised the spear with one hand. He shouted like a nomadic knight, and the crescent shotgun in his hand flashed coldly in the sun.

Vito hit the air pipe on the engine interface, and Vito began to get busy. Various jingles sounded one after another. Sarah lowered her head and looked at Vito and smiled shyly, then curled her hair with her fingers.

"Are you really going to kill Oberon with this?"

"My dear, I did even crazier things when I robbed trains." Vito said, knocking on a protruding part. He corrected it with very simple violence. "The first time I robbed a train was in the West, with a guy named Van der Linde, although I don't like that guy who is full of ideas and lies."

"But I like Arthur among them very much. He is a good man. Although he never admits it, he is a very good person, but he was born in the wrong time and place."

As Vito said, Arthur sighed with regret. He raised his eyes and looked at the parts of the motorcycle and began to turn the bolts. "He died at the hands of his own people and traitors."

Sarah looked at Vito and didn't know what to say for a while, but Vito smiled brightly at her, dispelling all the haze, and Sarah was subconsciously infected and laughed.

"Okay, my dear girl, give me the wrench, the small one." "This one?" "Yes, my dear girl."

Vito finally fixed the engine jet equipment with the wrench. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Go and keep an eye on them, lest Halfas gets angry and kills anyone first."

Sarah burst out laughing, and then walked towards the training ground. Vito looked at Sarah's back beside the motorcycle, of course Vito's attention was focused on her swinging hips.

"Sir, please be serious." Helen appeared on the disc on the motorcycle seat. She looked at Vito with an indifferent face. The latter smiled jokingly and turned the wrench in his hand, "What's wrong? You're going to risk your life, but you can't let me have some fun?"

"There is a huge fallacy in your words, whether you are risking your life or not, sir." Helen said coldly. He watched as Vito began to check the air pressure of the wheels. He smiled while pinching the hard tires. It seemed that one of them The air pressure and structure are all normal.

"Okay, have you figured out the origin of "Oberon"?" Vito asked, twisting the screw. He reached out and took out a silver-plated screw from the box on the ground and installed it.

Helen nodded slightly and looked towards the training ground. This time, the gang jump failed again. Both the rider and the springboard attacker fell into the dust.

"That train was modified from the armored train and Sphinx armed train used during the Earth Civil War. This type of train was commonly used in deserts and Gobis at that time, so it was not difficult to obtain."

"The jet engine is not the original one, but the barbaric result of disassembling the end of the Storm-class cruise missile and performing inferior modifications."

"They remind me of the greenskins. Those guys often do this kind of magic operation, but I'm curious as the local "greenskins" don't have waggggeh energy. Why didn't they explode?"

"Luck." "Luck?"

Vito raised his head and looked at Helen with a confused face. It was really hard for him to believe that since Helen would use the word "luck", didn't she always like all kinds of algorithms and calculations?

Looking at Vito Helen, who looked like a ghost, he sighed. His emotional expressions and movements were very rare for artificial intelligence, or had never been seen at all.

"We have never analyzed the green skin's wagggggeh energy principle. This concept is beyond the scope of my algorithm and science. Sir, I think the word "luck" is more appropriate."

Vito laughed jokingly and crossed his arms, "I remember when we went to negotiate with the Eldar Empire, you insisted that the Eldar technology was science, not magic, but you couldn't analyze it yourself."

"Yes, sir, although those things may seem like magic to you, their principles are still well-founded, normative and principled, so yes, that is science, but it is just science that we cannot understand."

"Science has reached its peak and its form is magic. For example, if you show me to the tribesmen, I will be a "djinn" or an "elf"."

"Damn, that's a great name! I'll call you elf from now on." "Please don't call me that, sir."

Vito smiled and looked at Helen in front of him. To be honest, it was quite interesting to think about Helen's thoughts. Although she was always expressionless, it was very interesting every time Vito thought about Helen and imagined what was going on in her mind.

Of course, it does not refer to the pile of 01 binary codes, but the real thoughts.

Ironically, the omnic rebellion occurred because the artificial intelligences gained sensibility and emotion, and they began to think like humans, so they rebelled, just like human slaves overthrowing their masters.

But Helen is the most human-like among them. She has all human emotions, and she is not at all different from the extreme way of thinking resulting from the paranoid program of artificial intelligence. She is truly human, although in some places she is not like common people. Human women are just as difficult.

Especially when she is angry, to be honest, if it is an ordinary woman, it is not difficult to coax her, but if she is a woman who is knowledgeable and has a very flexible mind, then your sweet words will not work.

In particular, the concept of being knowledgeable means possessing the crystallization of the wisdom of all mankind.

"Okay, I understand, dear." Vito raised his hands in surrender, and Helen held her forehead speechlessly, "Sir, I'm not your bastard." "Okay, okay."

Vito smiled and tightened all the screws. Helen looked to the side and disappeared. Vito raised his head and looked at the person coming, it was the chief.

The old chief walked to Vito's side holding a long staff. He looked at the young people on the training ground.

The motorcycle was speeding on the desert. Hafas drove the motorcycle close to the gang-dancer's car. He waved his arms and shouted.

The man stood up but did not jump in a hurry. He squatted down and adjusted his position on the bumpy motorcycle. He jumped over and succeeded.

He jumped onto Hafas' motorcycle, and the jumpers cheered. All the riders also cheered and led the onlookers around. The children laughed and waved their short wooden sticks with their fingers.

The patriarch's youngest son yelled and waved a stick beside Sarah. His sister looked at him and smiled softly. Sarah looked at Hafas and nodded affirmatively. The eldest son also looked up proudly. Vito's direction.

Vito stood up and looked at them, and the chief also looked side by side with Vito at the young people below.

"Everything is ready."