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Chapter 442 Blue Star Great Xia Military Factory Smokes

Blue Star, Great Xia.

The "Tian Gang" underground city, a military factory.

Boom!

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The ear-piercing roar of the machines almost shattered eardrums.

The air was thick with the smell of scalding hot engine oil, mixed with the odor of burnt metal.

On a production line that seems to stretch endlessly, hundreds of robotic arms move wildly, sending sparks flying everywhere.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Workshop director Wang Jianguo, in his fifties, had his safety helmet askew to one side and his voice was louder than the machine noise.

He kicked a young worker who was dozing off in the buttocks.

"Wake up! Do you want to die?!"

The young worker was startled and immediately stood up straight.

"Wang... Boss Wang."

"You still remember I'm your boss?"

Wang Jianguo's eyes widened like copper bells as he grabbed the young worker by the collar.

"Look at you! The front lines are practically riddling the demons with bullets, and you're still sleeping here?"

"I...I was wrong, Boss Wang."

The young worker almost buried his head in his chest.

"I was watching the news last night, and I was a little worried about Terra... I couldn't sleep all night, so..."

"Is that something you should be worried about?!"

Wang Jianguo released his hand and pointed to the rows of missiles that had just come off the production line and were still gleaming with a cold metallic light.

"See that? This thing!"

"If it's delivered to the front lines even a minute later, hundreds more of our brave soldiers might die!"

He then reached out and poked the young worker in the chest.

"Listen up, you little brat! You're not just tightening a screw, you're tightening the lives of our brothers on the front lines!"

"From this moment on, if anyone the hell dares to slack off again, I'll personally strap them to a missile and kick them all the way to Terra to feed the demons!"

Not a single worker in the entire workshop thought it was a joke.

Everyone gritted their teeth and quickened their pace.

Sweat rolled down his cheeks and dripped onto the scalding hot machine parts, disappearing with a "sizzle".

No one complained.

Their sons, their husbands, their brothers, might be on the other side of the portal, risking their lives.

Every bit of effort they put in here increases the chances of survival for those on the front lines.

The bell rang for the shift change.

Wang Jianguo walked to the rest area, took off his safety helmet, threw it on the ground, and plopped down on a bench.

He pulled a pack of cigarettes, soaked in sweat and soggy, from his pocket, and shook it for a long time before finally managing to get one out.

Just as he put the cigarette in his mouth, the young worker he had kicked earlier ran over with a bottle of water.

"Boss Wang, have some water."

Wang Jianguo glanced at him, took the water with annoyance, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down more than half the bottle.

Thanks.

He tucked the cigarette behind his ear but didn't light it.

The entire military factory is now under wartime control, with smoking prohibited.

The young worker sat down next to him, looking at the still brightly lit and bustling workshop in the distance, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

"Boss, tell me... is all this hard work really going to make a difference?"

"I heard on the news that the enemy over there is like a god, an eighth-order demon. Everyone guesses that even a nuclear bomb can't kill them."

Wang Jianguo remained silent for a while, without giving a direct answer.

He raised his chin and pointed to a huge thruster that had just been hoisted up and was ready to be transported away.

"Hey kid, do you recognize that thing?"

"I recognize it. It's the thruster of a supersonic missile."

"Um."

Wang Jianguo nodded, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Before our factory was moved underground, it was used to build rockets."

"Your dad, me, and those old guys at the factory, we've spent our whole lives dealing with that stuff, and we've managed to have a few good days."

"Then the apocalypse came, and I thought that was how my life would be. But now, another alien planet has appeared."

He pointed with his chin at the distant thrusters.

"Now, let's build this."

"In the past, we thought about how to fly higher and farther."

"Now, the first thing I think about every day when I open my eyes is one thing."

"How can we make this thruster go even faster, deliver the nuclear warhead to those bastards' faces even faster, and kill them!"

He stood up, walked over to the young worker, and patted him heavily on the shoulder with his large, fan-like hand.

"Kid, stop thinking about useless things."

"If we can't win, we'll all die."

"If we want to live, we have to let the enemy die first."

"It's that simple."

At this moment, Wang Jianguo's somewhat hunched back straightened perfectly.

"Let's go eat!"

"Eat your fill, take a nap, and come back to work!"

……

Underground transportation hub.

This is a super subway system that runs through all the underground cities of the Great Xia Dynasty.

A maglev train, like a silent steel dragon, glides silently into the station.

The train doors opened, and there were no passengers on the platform, only rows of automated loading and unloading vehicles and robots.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

A young female officer in military uniform, wearing the rank of colonel, was running back and forth on the platform with a tablet in her hand. Her voice was hoarse from shouting.

"The 'Taishan No. 7' special train is fully replenished! Departing immediately!"

"Why is the 'Kunlun-3' special train still 20% short of missiles? Where is the person in charge?!"

"Dispatch Center! Dispatch Center! Answer me! How much longer until 'Yellow River No. 1' arrives? The Arctic base has already called eight times!"

She yelled into the communicator.

"What? Traffic jam? I don't care what method you use, ten minutes!"

"You must send the car out within ten minutes! Do you hear me?!"

She hung up the call, picked up a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold from the table, and took a big gulp.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the massive transportation network map before him.

A communications soldier ran over.

"Sir! The Arctic base has inquired again: when will this batch of reinforcement ammunition arrive?"

The female officer didn't even look at him; her eyes remained fixed on the red stagnation icon on the screen representing "Yellow River No. 1".

Tell them they're on their way!

The entire Great Xia Dynasty, including all thirty-four underground cities located in the Arctic, has been connected.

However, the cities are currently only connected by a single line, resulting in extremely congested transportation routes.

All the military factories in the cities have long been operating at full capacity.

Countless weapons and ammunition, fresh off the production line and still warm from the machine tools, were immediately loaded onto trucks.

Through this underground steel network that extends thousands of meters underground and connects all cities, everything converges in one place.

The final destination—an Arctic military base.

That place is the gateway to another world.