I, transformed into a vampire girl, sparked the Industrial Revolution.

Chapter 286 Bloodbath at the Train Hub

In the early morning, before the mist had dissipated, the flag of the United States flew over the train station, and diesel locomotives were parked on the tracks, waiting for the train yard controller to give a signal.

"Brother, have you heard? A labor corps has crossed the Mississippi River and is right to our south."

"Damn it, who told you that? The syndicate was just defeated, our frontline troops just clashed head-on with the traitor's forces... The syndicate scum have long since retreated to their Chicago stronghold."

"The troop you're referring to is nothing but a bunch of degenerate bandits and defeated soldiers. The 87th Infantry Regiment won't even need to lift a finger; they'll be wiped out by the troops in front of them immediately."

"Hahaha! This is probably just a labor corps unit, a bunch of bandits."

Two United States soldiers stood beneath the gate of the train station. The railway dispatch yard was eerily quiet. The two men chuckled softly, their cigarettes glowing faintly in the morning mist and rising sunlight.

The flag of the United States flies high, and the national anthem of Colombia, the homeland of heroes, echoes in the parade ground.

The situation of the war remains unclear, but the two have become very relaxed.

“Damn scum of the labor union, I heard they are foreign spies.”

"Not only that, my gang of labor bastards are a bunch of depraved criminals, they're ugly and greedy... and that so-called Jack Reed is an elaborately packaged criminal! I'm sure I've seen that face on some wanted poster."

"Captain!"

A man in an officer's uniform walked over and looked at the two men. Colombia is a country made up of immigrants. One of them was a cat-human, and the other was a human. The biggest difference was that the cat-human had a pair of cat ears, and his hearing was better, so he could see more clearly at night.

A man wearing captain's epaulettes walked over, standing with his hands behind his back. This stern-looking man was a typical descendant of knights. Since the founding of the Roman Republic, a considerable number of the original church residents who immigrated from the Roman peninsula and crossed the ocean to Colombia had made up the majority of the population. Although religion no longer held the main power, it was still an important presence.

For example, the main supporters of the Allied Powers were composed of the descendants of church immigrants. After arriving in the New World, they placed greater emphasis on their own security. They supported gun ownership and private land ownership, usually owning large tracts of land, and were also donors to local churches in Colombia.

"Open your damn eyes wide! Can't you see we're at war? Soldiers, I don't want the enemy to slip away right under your noses and you're still standing here clueless!"

"After your shift today, go find the sergeant and collect fifty push-ups! Dismissed!"

The captain strode away, and the two soldiers lowered their hands, muttering curses under their breath as the captain disappeared from their sight.

"Damn it, could he be a spy for the Allied Powers?"

"Who can say for sure? I think he's just a typical Southerner."

The cat-man soldier flicked his cigarette butt to the ground, sparks flying, then pulled out his own cigarettes and lighter from his pocket. As he pulled out a cigarette, he said, "Damn it, rich guys like him only need to come to the army a couple of times, and their resumes will have a few more medals. We'll do all the deadly work. I bet if a war breaks out, he'll be the first to disappear... Hey, my matches are gone, damn it."

The soldier turned over and over, trying to borrow a light from someone nearby, but there was no response. The soldier frowned, turned around, and immediately opened his eyes wide, staring at the thing in front of him.

A silenced gun barrel was pressed against his forehead. Whoosh! It turned out to be four burly men in full black gear; their sharp eyes, unfamiliar firearms, and well-trained formations told them they were the cream of the crop in the special forces.

But that wasn't all. Behind the four burly men was what looked like an entire army. They were travel-worn but neatly dressed, carrying assault rifles, and had already approached the train station.

The cat-man soldier glanced at his companion beside him. He was leaning against the wall, silent, with a dagger stuck in his neck. He felt a chill from the soldier in front of him.

"I, ah, I......."

"Shut up."

The soldier was kicked, his rifle fell to the ground, and he was then subdued. A strand of white hair appeared before everyone, and with a wave of her hand, the soldiers of the army immediately rushed forward.

Gunfire erupted like popping beans. No one expected that an army consisting of "a lone force and a routed army" would appear before them like that. Mortars fired at close range, and the firepower of PKM machine guns and RPG-7s crossed in an instant, forming a suppressive firepower.

The 87th Infantry Regiment stationed at the train station lost more than half of its troops in an instant. Most of the soldiers were still drilling and having breakfast in the square in front of the train station, and the sudden appearance of the Central Column of the People's Red Army did not attract their attention for a while.

After all, the uniforms of the various sides in the civil war were quite similar, and the People's Red Army had no other markings besides the red star on its hat and the iconic AK-74M.

Alice walked into the control room of the train station while curling her hair. The soldiers of the People's Red Army quickly took control of the entire train dispatch area, including two trains. One of them had been equipped with a single-barrel 40mm cannon and MIM-72 "Little Oak" anti-aircraft missiles, and its armor had been strengthened, turning it into an armed train.

This was exactly the equipment the People's Red Army needed, and the railway line could also go all the way to the northwest to the shores of Lake Montana. Autumnleaf, a town on the shore of the lake surrounded by mountains, was exactly the base they needed.

"You scum of the labor unions..."

“We are not some kind of labor union. The Revolutionary Front of Colombia sends its greetings, you damned captain of the United States.”

Tukhachevsina, holding an AKS-74U in her hand and wearing an old-fashioned military uniform, looked up at the "Captain".

"Dwarf...this military uniform...heh, you rioters, you were driven out of Lucy by the army of our United States back then, and you're still haunting us, disturbing our great United States."

"Captain" recognized Tukhachevsna's old uniform from the Lucy Snow Revolutionary Front. He laughed and said that it was the Colombian interventionist forces that intervened in that difficult battle, causing the revolutionary situation in Lucy Snow to deteriorate rapidly. The revolutionary army failed to hold the key city and suffered a complete defeat.

"Shut up, you imperialist scum!"

Tukhachevsna was furious. Her beautiful eyes, hidden beneath her short blond hair, began to distort. She gripped her short assault rifle and struck the "captain" in the abdomen with the butt, knocking him to the ground.

"Alright, calm down, Milina. We'll have time to play with him."

Zhu Kefu walked in and said.

"How interesting. Did I just see something? Damn, Alice Delalaye, am I seeing things?"