Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 129 Instinct
Su Mengfan hurriedly left this station abandoned by God.

"What's the point of such a life? In order to survive, you have to endure filth and humiliation, and some people trade their children and are so angry that their faces turn green. What's all this for?"

Su Mengfan stopped quickly, remembering Hunter who had been talking about survival instinct.

In fact, for the survival of oneself and others, people will fight with all their strength like wild animals. At the beginning, Su Mengfan’s words shone with hope, longing to be like the frog in the jar who stirred the cream with his feet to turn it into butter and escaped. Wrestle like that.

But now the words he once said out of cowardice seemed more reliable.

But fortunately, the section between Serpukhov Station and Tula Station is extremely short.

Not long after, the lights of the platform appeared in front of Su Mengfan.

Lufthansa had a profound influence on the Tula station.

It is obvious that it is well protected.

A bunker was built 10 meters in front of the entrance. Light machine guns were placed on sacks filled with sand and guarded by five men.

They checked past papers (here Su Mengfan's new passport came in handy) and asked very politely if they were from the Empire.

No, no, they assured Su Mengfan that no one has anything against the empire, this is a trade transfer station, the watchman is completely neutral, and does not intervene in the conflict between the two great powers, the guard leader of the empire and the red line is named Hansa.

Su Mengfan decided to take a break and eat something before continuing his journey.

Sitting in a well-stocked, even fancy snack bar, Su Mengfan not only got information about the Tula station, but also enjoyed delicious and cheap schnitzel.

A round-faced, blond man sat across the table and introduced himself as Leonid Rovich. He ate a hunk of bacon and a few eggs and happily told them about his platform.

The Tula station survived by the transfer of pork and chicken.

Large, very successful businesses are located outside the ring line 9 close to the Sokol metro line and even to the Vojkov station, which, however, is dangerously close to the ground.

Several kilometers of tunnels and engineering lines have been converted into a huge livestock farm with a wide variety of animals.

In addition, the inhabitants of Dynamo inherited the methods of the tailoring trade from their entrepreneurial predecessors.

They sewed some pigskin jackets that Su Mengfan had seen at Heping Avenue Station.

No external danger from the end of the Zamosclat metro line, and not even a single one of them went out of business in all the years of living on the metro.

Lufthansa has no problem with this, he is very satisfied with the sense of responsibility in the transport of goods.

In the meantime, protect them from the dangers of the Fourth Reich and the Red Line.

Almost all residents of Tula Station are engaged in business.

Farmers in Sokol and tailors in Generator Station are conscious of profiting from wholesale deliveries.

People bring in a batch of pigs or live chickens on a cart or trolley, and the people who come from there, greet and unload their cargo, that's what these special cranes are installed on the platform, do the bills and go home.

Life on the platform was busy, dedicated traders (they were called "keepers" at Tula Station for some reason) came from the "end".

From the unloading point to the warehouse, jingling bullet bags and powerful loader deployment instructions.

The small trolleys with lubricated wheels, carrying boxes and packages, are silently pushed towards the rows of counters or the circle border of the No. 9 subway line, where Lufthansa buyers can buy from there or on the opposite side of the platform.

There Imperial emissaries awaited orders for unloading.

There are quite a few Fourth Reichs here, not just ordinary ones, they are all officers.

They go their own way, a little arrogant, but not out of line.

They looked hostilely at the dark-skinned, dark-haired people, many of whom were interspersed with local traders and loaders, but they made no attempt to impose their beliefs and laws.

"We also have banks here, you know... many of them come from the empire to buy our goods, but in fact they are here to invest and save." His companion told Su Mengfan.

"I suspect they will offend us. They will think we are Swiss," he added puzzlingly.

"We are fine here." Su Mengfan replied politely.

"Not just us, everyone from Laroskaya... Where are you from?" Leonid Rovich asked politely.

"I'm from the All-Russian Exhibition Hall Station." Su Mengfan wanted to know what was going on there, so he replied, and glanced at him.

"What did you say! How terrible!" Leonid Rovich even put down his knife and fork.

"They say things are really bad there, right? I heard they were hanging by strings and half of them died...is that true?"

Su Mengfan seemed to be choking in his throat.

For better or worse, he had to go to the VDNKh to see for himself, perhaps the last chance to find his brother.

How could he waste precious time eating?

After passing the meat stalls and clothing counters at the opening of the arch, piles of goods, trading vendors, and noisy loaders, the officers of the Fourth Reich strolled leisurely, and walked towards the intersection of the No. 9 subway circle.

A white cloth hung over the door with a brown circle in the middle.

Border guards wearing gray camouflage uniforms and carrying machine guns were checking documents and items.

Su Mengfan had never passed through Hansa territory with such ease before.

Going to the intersection of the circle, you have to pass a strange building that looks like a fortress and a warehouse.

The second Lufthansa border is just over the pedestrian bridge above the tracks.

There, the fort had been erected with machine guns and flame tubes.

In the distance, near the monument, there is a bronzed, bearded man with a machine gun, as well as a frail girl and a pensive young man with weapons (most likely, the founder of the Tula station or the sudden A hero in the battle, Su Mengfan thinks).

A garrison of no fewer than 20 soldiers was deployed.

Porters passed soldiers back and forth with packages on their shoulders.

The operation was well organized, with the movers going down the escalator, going up again, dropping things off, and so on.

The third is for the rest of the passers-by.

A machine gunner sat on a glass stand below, watching the escalators.

He checked Su Mengfan's documents again and issued them stamped documents (with temporary registration, transit and date).

This station is also named Zilatushen Station, not the same name as the platform of his twin sister of the same name: they are like twins separated at birth, one of them fell into the royal family and the other grew up in a poor family.

All the prosperity of First Belaroskaya pales in comparison to the metro stations on the Metro Circle Line No. 9.

(End of this chapter)