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Chapter 591 Let them see what Industrial Cthulhu is all about!

Han Niba immediately looked at him.

"explain."

The adjutant raised his voice a few decibels, excitedly saying:

"News from the Academy of Sciences!"

"The design of the latest Tier 3 combat robot has been completed!"

"It can directly replace existing ordinary first-stage robots!"

Inside the hall, everyone looked at the adjutant, their faces filled with anticipation for further details.

The adjutant quickly explained:

"According to data from the Academy of Sciences, the new model of robot has reached Terra's third-order standard in terms of strength, speed, physical reaction, and close combat stress resistance."

"The weapon system inherits the advantages of our technological weapons, far exceeding the conventional range of Tier 3, and can even take on Tier 3 demons one-on-one!"

"Close-range weapons include modular high-frequency long-range blades, Zhengjin shields, micro missiles, plasma cannons, electromagnetic cannons, and more."

"In theory, it can inflict stable damage on fourth-order demons."

"In group combat mode, it also possesses the ability to suppress fifth-tier demons!"

This made the entire command center seem to be set on fire.

A third-order robot!

This isn't some elite unit like a Tier 5 robot; this is a large-scale piece of equipment that can replace ordinary models!

Someone immediately asked, "What about the cost?"

Cost is the key factor in whether it can be widely adopted!

The adjutant continued looking at the message data on the tablet and said:

"The cost is only five times higher than that of existing ordinary robots, and we have sufficient inventory of many materials, so they are not difficult to obtain."

"The cost per unit is around one million."

As soon as he said that, many staff officers stood up.

One million units!

That sounds expensive.

But during wartime, this price was shockingly low.

It's worth noting that a single fifth-order robot costs 100 million yuan.

The cost of one fifth-order robot is enough to produce one hundred third-order robots.

On the global battlefield, the effect of one hundred third-order robots is often far greater than that of one fifth-order robot.

They can patrol, clear out, defend key points, infiltrate equatorial restricted areas, and conduct continuous operations in uninhabited areas.

They can be repaired if they break, and rebuilt if they are destroyed.

As long as the production line is still operational, Da Xia will be able to continuously send them to the battlefield.

An old staff officer, suppressing his excitement, said:

"If this model can truly be mass-produced, we will have the confidence to wage a global war of attrition."

"The demons have wormholes, we have factories."

"They crawl out of the hole, and then we push them off the production line."

This time, even Han Niba's expression softened considerably.

Then he raised his head, his voice resolute.

"Order the Academy of Sciences to immediately distribute the technology."

"Notify all military production systems in all underground cities to upgrade all existing ordinary robot production lines to the latest Tier 3 models."

"Change as much as you can, and open as many new lanes as you can."

"I want to see the first batch of production machines roll off the assembly line within two days."

"It will reach a certain scale within five days."

"Expand to global battlefields within ten days!"

"yes!"

Han Niba looked at the blue star surrounded by red dots on the big screen and said coldly:

"The demons want to turn Earth into their lair."

"Then let them see what an Industrial Cthulhu is!"

......

Lu Renjia first truly realized that the war had reached everyone's side when it was during dinner that day.

Tian Shu Underground City, Seventh Living Area.

Because Tianxiong and Tianyong transferred a large number of people to various underground cities, and with the development of artificial intelligence, many people no longer need to work, so many places have started a public support model.

If it weren't for the expansion and improvement of the underground city, plus the construction of Terra and the moon, which require a large population, even more people would be idle.

At this time of day, there is usually a queue outside the public canteen, but the queue moves very quickly.

A bowl of rice made from carbon-based flour, a serving of vegetables, a small piece of meat, and a bowl of hot soup.

Not a large meal.

But after the apocalypse, this is what many people consider a peaceful life.

But today is different.

Two more rows of staff members were on duty at the entrance of the cafeteria, and the electronic screen on the wall was changed to a red notice.

Effective immediately, the Tian Shu Underground City will be subject to wartime rationing.

For residents in non-heavy physical labor positions, the supply of meat, sugar, and dairy products will be reduced.

Children, pregnant women, critically ill patients, and frontline military personnel will be given priority.

All daily necessities are centrally allocated; hoarding and resale are strictly prohibited.

Lu Renjia stood in the line, staring at those few lines of text for a long time.

Someone behind him muttered a curse.

"You've lost weight again?"

"Didn't you just lose weight once before?"

"Even the meat is less this time?"

No one responded.

The line moved forward slowly, and everyone knew why.

A war has broken out in Antarctica, even though they are unaware of the latest news about the Demon Race's global appearance.

When half the meat in the lunchbox was gone, and the hot soup turned from thick broth to clear broth, everyone understood that war was not just a scene on a screen.

War will fall into our bowls, into our pockets, and into the lives of every family.

After getting his food, Lu Renjia looked down at it.

The rice and dishes are still there.

The meat was just diced and mixed in with the vegetables, so you couldn't see it unless you looked closely.

He carried the tray back to the table.

His wife, Li Mei, was already sitting there with their daughter.

Eight-year-old Lu Xiaoxiao lay on the table, looking at her plate, and asked softly:

"Dad, are you out of eggs and chicken drumsticks now?"

Lu Renjia felt a pang of sadness.

He wanted to say that there would be more in the future, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that they were too weak.

At times like these, nobody knows what the future holds.

Li Mei gently touched her daughter's hand and said:

"Xiaoxiao, Mommy and Daddy worked hard today. Let's give the chicken drumsticks to the uncles on the front lines and the uncles and aunts who are busy with construction, okay?"

Lu Xiaoxiao blinked.

She didn't quite understand what war meant, nor did she understand why the Great Xia Dynasty had to keep building.

Wouldn't it be better if everyone stayed home and stayed home?

But she also knew that her uncles on the front lines were fighting monsters.

The underground city is lit up and people can eat because many people are working.

So she nodded and gave half of the diced meat scraps from her plate to Lu Renjia.

"Dad eats."

Lu Renjia was stunned.

He smiled and pushed the diced meat back.

"Dad gets meals at the factory, you can eat them."

That's a lie.

Since yesterday, the factory's work meals have also been changed and reduced in size.

But he didn't say that children don't need to know so much.

Just then, the loudspeaker on the cafeteria wall came on.

"Attention all residents."

"In accordance with the central wartime dispatch order, all underground cities across the country have been brought under full control, and all resources, except for basic survival guarantees, are being directed toward the production of unmanned combat equipment."

"The production units will reschedule shifts."

"Each community will organize volunteer support teams to assist with tasks such as material sorting, parts production and transportation, equipment maintenance, and logistical cleaning."

"We urge all residents to maintain order and follow instructions."