I'm Building a High-Speed Rail in the Wasteland

On the ruins of the nuclear war, everyone else was picking up rubbish and looking for bottle caps, but Lin Chaoyang was drawing blueprints to repair the railway. A radioactive mutant beast blocked the road. An armor-piercing bomb sent it on the road. The ruins of the city were too rounded and directional blasts blew up a straight line. The wasteland warlord laughed at him. He was crazy. The railway was built. The weather was such that he vomited blood on the spot because what was transported was not food. Weapons were 100,000 fully armed steel beasts. From then on, the wasteland has an additional rule. You can not believe in God, but you must believe in Mr. Lin's departure timetable. On the ruins of the nuclear war, everyone else was picking up rubbish and looking for bottle caps, but Lin Chaoyang was drawing blueprints to repair the railway. A radioactive mutant beast blocked the road. An armor-piercing bomb sent it on the road. The ruins of the city were too rounded and directional blasts blew up a straight line. The wasteland warlord laughed at him. He was crazy. The railway was built. The weather was such that he vomited blood on the spot because what was transported was not food. Weapons were 100,000 fully armed steel beasts. From then on, the wasteland has an additional rule. You can not believe in God, but you must believe in Mr. Lin's departure timetable.