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Although it is only late autumn, the Central Inland Region presents a winter landscape. Outside the car window lies a vast wilderness covered in withered grass, with a few giant trees, stripped of their leaves, scattered across the desolate land. There is not a single person in sight, creating a feeling as if one is in a wild and untamed world.
This is truly an era of sparse population. After World War II, that global disaster not only altered the Earth's geography but also claimed countless lives. When the catastrophe passed, the world's population was less than one-tenth of what it had been before. Even today, after more than seventy years of explosive population growth, the global population totals only about one billion. In this Kingdom, which has a land area larger than that of Earth in the past, the population is merely two hundred million. Therefore, apart from the urban areas where towns are concentrated, vast stretches of uninhabited land exist across the Vast Fields.
Suddenly, amidst this desolate wilderness, a truck painted in earthy yellow bursts forth from the distant horizon like a prehistoric beast from ancient times, racing straight toward the train. It kicks up clouds of dust behind it, and as it moves forward, a bumpy asphalt road comes into view once the dust settles.
It turns out that this place is not an untouched wilderness; rather, it is simply that vehicles have been so rare that the road surface has been covered by windblown sand from the wilderness.
When the truck is about one hundred meters away from the train, the road takes a turn, allowing the truck and train to run parallel to each other.
From the looks of it, the truck driver seems intent on racing against the train. For five or six minutes, it maintains pace with the train.
Chuyang bets that the driver must be an old hand behind the wheel. Although this wilderness is situated in a flat area, the terrain still has its ups and downs; some slopes are quite steep. The truck maneuvers like a rally car Chuyang had seen in his past life on Earth—drifting and leaping through the air effortlessly.
To drive a truck like this requires at least ten years of experience and must be someone who has daily contact with vehicles and has undergone various terrain challenges; otherwise, it would be impossible to drive like this. Isn't that what qualifies as an old driver?
Moreover, Chuyang can guarantee with his own head that if this truck hasn't undergone special modifications, he would bet his head could be used as a soccer ball.
The train Chuyang is on has not yet reached its maximum speed of eighty kilometers per hour but is traveling at least seventy kilometers per hour. Is that slow?
In fact, during an era when cars average only thirty-five kilometers per hour and reach a maximum speed of just sixty-five kilometers per hour, the speed of trains is already quite fast.
The truck was able to navigate such a bumpy road without being thrown off by the train, which meant its engine must have been specially modified; otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to achieve that speed. Additionally, the vehicle's body must have been reinforced; otherwise, it would have fallen apart long ago.
Just as Chuyang was admiring the driver of the truck inside the carriage, the road began to align more closely with the train tracks, and the dusty yellow truck drew nearer to the train. When the distance between them shrank to less than ten meters, the window of the truck suddenly rolled down, and the driver, a woman with light green hair, extended her hand and gave the train the middle finger.
However, before Chuyang could get a good look at the driver's face, the truck suddenly made a sharp turn and drifted away in an incredibly stylish manner, kicking up a cloud of dust as it sped off down the road.
"That was so cool," Firefly commented, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Pfft, it's just because she has big breasts. Her driving skills aren't even as good as mine. What's so impressive about that?" Andrea Doria said with a haughty expression.
But did Andrea Doria even have driving skills? She could barely ride a tricycle without crashing into someone. Chuyang really couldn't praise Firefly's driving abilities either. But was that female driver's chest really that big? He hadn't seen clearly, but looking at Firefly's flat chest made Chuyang have no illusions about the female driver's figure.
"Ma'am, what's wrong?" Chuyang asked, looking at Lexington, who had been frowning and lost in thought since the truck disappeared.
"Nothing much; I just feel like that female driver looks a bit familiar." After saying this, Lexington turned to Firefly and asked, "Firefly, do you think that driver looks familiar?"
"I didn't see clearly," Firefly shook her head and then lowered it in thought. "Mommy, I don't remember her."
"And you, Andrea Doria?"
"I don't know her."
Well! Maybe it was just overthinking or a case of mistaken identity. If that driver had really been one of the Fleet Girls from Naval Base, Firefly and Andrea Doria wouldn't both have no recollection of her at all.
But is the reality really as Lexington thinks, or is it just a misunderstanding? Perhaps only time will tell!
In the vast wilderness, a train spewing black smoke was heading west, while a yellow Truck drove north through the swirling dust. In a short time, the distance between the two was growing larger.
"Bro, I'm starving! Why haven't you gone to get food yet?" Seeing Chuyang still standing by his seat, Andrea Doria pouted in dissatisfaction. Over the past few days, taking advantage of her "little sister" status, Andrea Doria had frequently bossed Chuyang around, and she enjoyed this dynamic. Just like ordinary siblings, Andrea Doria would occasionally act cute towards Chuyang. But she also knew this was only temporary. Once they returned to the Naval Base, even if Chuyang didn't mind, after certain people returned, if she continued this way, it would be seen as disrespectful to the Admiral. So during this rare time together, Andrea Doria decided to take full advantage of it.
"Starving? All you think about is eating. Firefly is much better behaved than you," Chuyang mocked.
During these few days on the train, Chuyang enjoyed bickering with Andrea Doria. Sometimes when he saw little Kiddo looking all wronged when she couldn't win an argument against him, he found it quite amusing. Moreover, this way of interacting not only didn't make Andrea Doria dislike him but actually increased her fondness for him, which made Chuyang even more eager to continue.
"Daddy, I'm hungry."
".........." Just as he had praised the Firefly, Loli delivered a precise and harsh counterattack. What else could he say? He might as well go get food!
In the dining car, after ordering dishes for Lexington and the other two, Chuyang ordered a serving of Bamboo Shoot Stir-Fried with Meat for himself and prepared to sit at an empty table nearby to wait for the chef to finish preparing the meals. At that moment, a chubby guy at another table who was eating waved at him and said, "Hey buddy, come over and chat! I've been watching your family for quite a while. Tell me, buddy, did you get your clothes secondhand?"
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